The corner of Hurst's mouth twitched slightly. Kept the quilt? Really?
Besides, this quilt belonged to Brice. If she didn't return it to him, there might be unnecessary trouble in the future.
"Brother, please, can I keep it?" Anne put on a pitiful look and begged him with pleading eyes.
"Well..." After hesitating for a while, finally, he could not help but make a compromise in the face of her pitiful begging. If he did not agree with her, she would cry uncontrollably.
As if he owed her a big favor.
"All right!" Hurst nodded slightly. Although he was not satisfied with the fact that Anne insisted on keeping Brice's quilt by her side, he could do nothing about it.
Perhaps, if Brice heard that Anne wanted to keep his quilt, he would grin ear to ear.
"Thank you, Hurst!" Hearing that, a joyful smile flashed across her eyes. Wow, the quilt was so warm. She felt like she was surrounded by warm embrace.
However, the smell of the quilt seemed to be different and familiar. She seemed to have smelled it somewhere, but she couldn't remember.
However, Anne was not that kind of person who got to the bottom of it. Since she couldn't remember, she was unwilling to think about it. Of course, you could also say that she was lazy and didn't like to use her brain.
All in all, she was the kind of person who didn't like to use her brain.
After nodding slightly, Hurst walked out of the room with hesitation...
How could he explain the quilt to Brice in the future? But seeing that Anne liked it, he couldn't force her to take it away. Hurst's face darkened. What a headache!
Not long after, the lunch was ready. Hurst came in and asked Annie to go out for lunch. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to take away Brice's quilt on her body, and then change the color of her quilt, so that she would not notice it.
However, she fell asleep again...
Seeing that, Hurst was slightly stunned. Helplessly, he walked to the side of Anne and gently patted her body.
"What's wrong, Hurst?" Anne gradually woke up. She didn't know why, but it was so comfortable to hide in the quilt. She couldn't help but crawl into the quilt again and had a sound sleep.
"Annie, it's time for lunch." Hurst looked at her blurred eyes and didn't say anything more. He couldn't help reminding her.
"Oh, you're right. By the way, don't we have class today?" It was not until she wiped her eyes cutely that she remembered something important.
She remembered that there should be classes all day long. Of course, if the teachers were in a good mood, they would finish the class earlier.
And she also thought that she had to stay in the dormitory after being tricked by those vicious women.
But if she skipped the class, would she be in trouble? But when she was a child, she remembered that she skipped classes and was taught a lesson by her teacher.
"Because something happened to you, you can't take this class." Of course, it was okay if he didn't have class. But if Annie didn't have class, her magic would be low. But now...
Alas.
He didn't know if it was because Anne was not sensitive to magic or some other reason that. She could come to the Royal Magic School so easily. From the jungle at the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, he originally wanted to help her, but later he thought it was better for her to overcome the obstacles by herself.
But how did she climb up the mountain with her low-grade magic?
How did she pass through the obstacles in the face of those low-level creatures and vampires?
Till now, those things were still unsolved mysteries to Hurst.
However, he believed that since he was a senior student of magic, his sister should be no worse than others.
And the last school test proved that Anne was really powerful, didn't it?
However, when on earth could she understand the magic, or when could she become a real master?
These questions had been lingering in his mind.
Maybe time could prove everything.
At least, it was a good start that she was not expelled from the Royal Magic School.
As for the future, he would accompany her to practice magic.
"Oh, I'm sorry, brother. You know, I have been very quiet and well-behaved these days." Anne looked at him pitifully.
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