After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

(End of memory)

Stella was holding the box, she was quite speechless:

"If it wasn't for the purpose of not exposing my identity, I would know that this medicine is bad for my health!

Oh, it’s so awkward to live with a boy…”

The mouth is tough, but the body is honest.

Fortunately, Eric had adjusted the side effects of the inhibitors: he told Stella that the two bottles of medicine were concentrates, and she should take a dropper dose of each and put it in a cup, then add water to drink.

Although there are still side effects, the most they cause is physical pain - that's enough.

Tick ​​tock.

Wow...

Stella held the teacup filled with warm water and drank from it in small sips.

Just then her eyes fell on Sheen's envelopes, which were scattered on the desk and all bound.

Oh, come to think of it, she had kept all of Sheen's letters, and even brought them here with her.

"Um..."

Stella held the teacup in her hand, then walked to the desk and looked at the letters and thought for a while.

In the original work, Sheen is a hybrid of Orthodox and Dark Moon, and Dark Moon goes through a process of bursting power every full moon.

Although Stella was unaware that Sheen's Dark Moon bloodline had awakened, whether awakened or not, Sheen would show abnormal symptoms - such as staying in the room that night and not coming out.

“Since my plan to test the human skin zipper has failed, I will try another approach and test Sheen.

(Life is hopeless) There is no other way. There is a monster living next to me who knows everything. It is hard for me not to be on guard against him! "

Thinking about it, Stella quickly put down the cup.

despair.

Stella was so engrossed that she didn't even notice that some of the liquid medicine had fallen onto the animal skin used to cover the table.

She quickly took out a piece of letter paper and wrote something on it, then sealed it with wax and put it in the drawer.

After she finished taking the medicine and writing the letter, it was time to rest.

"These twenty minutes went by so fast."

Da da da...

Stella put on the necklace again to restore her identity, put away the inhibitor and left the room.

a few days later.

During halftime one afternoon.

Jingle Bell...

(In order to confirm the time, the two of them even set up a 'get out of class dismissal bell')

"Ah, today's mission has been accomplished~" Scott put the pen into the ink and stretched lazily.

"There is still some work time left. After the break, if you have nothing to do, just continue sitting here."

"Ok!"

Scott nodded vigorously. He suddenly became curious:

"Ivan, is your job just to take care of the internal affairs here?"

"Of course not, it's just that things have been quiet for too long recently."

Ivan put the pen on the table, crossed his arms over his chest, stared at the bewildered Scott and continued,

Then, he smiled evilly:

"Tsk~ I might have to work overtime tonight."

When the word "overtime" enters the ears of "civil servants", it is a big disaster.

"Hmm..." Scott suddenly wilted.

Ivan smiled, slowly stood up and walked to Scott, then stretched out his left hand (the cursed one) and gently touched Scott's head:

"Nothing, just dealing with some fun stuff,

"Besides, I'll take the lead, and you just need to do your assistant work, which is very easy."

This was the first time Scott felt the touch of the black dragon's cursed hand on his head. To be honest, it was beyond Scott's imagination:

"It's not as scary as I thought..."

"Uh," Scott answered dully.

Then they separated to rest and both returned to the lounge.

Scott quickly returned to the room, picked up the letter from the drawer and sent it to Sheen using a magic circle - there would be a full moon this Saturday night, so he had to visit Sheen during the day and make sure Sheen would be here at night!

Ivan's room.

Since he had no intention of giving up his identity, Ivan just left the door ajar.

He returned to the room and sat on the sofa, drinking the hot cocoa prepared on the table.

A cream-green magic circle appeared above Ivan, and Scott's letter came out of it.

Ivan quickly caught the letter with a dull expression on his face.

He looked down at the words "To: Shyne Haines" on the envelope and fell into deep thought:

"Writing a letter to Sheen at this time, what's wrong with that?"

Although the mouth is defensive, the body is honest.

He still followed the previous procedure, carefully opened the letter with a letter opener on the desk, and then held the letter to read some greetings and the main purpose:

"I'm free this Saturday, I'll come see you in the morning with something. Scott Impess"

Although Ivan can do whatever he wants as a boss, such as working overtime on Saturdays,

But he was still not that cruel.

"That means I have to wait for him underground on Saturday morning." Ivan held the letter and smiled secretly.

After secretly rejoicing, Ivan continued to focus his eyes on his heart, and he noticed something was wrong.

"Ok?"

Ivan felt around for the words on the letter with his right hand, then blinked and looked at it for a long time.

"Why is the handwriting different? Did he hurt his hand when he wrote the letter?"

But apart from taking their own breaks, they spent the rest of their time together - he knew very well whether there was anything wrong with Scott's hand.

Ivan looked at the words for a long time, and he could confirm that the handwriting of this letter was different from Scott's original handwriting - because this letter was written by Stella with a more delicate hand, so of course the handwriting was different.

Just as Ivan was about to deny the following question, one of his men knocked on the door.

dong dong dong...

Since his men came in through the back door, he had not yet reported to Scott:

"Lord Ivan, Lord Ivan, are you free? There is something in the Demon Tower that needs your urgent attention."

"Ok?"

Ivan straightened his back and looked directly at his men who were still breathing.

Then, Ivan's face darkened:

"About St. John's colleagues?"

"Yes," the subordinate nodded, "Lord Ivan, the chief can only look for you. The escaped Dolly has been captured and is waiting for your execution!"

Ivan's mouth corners raised slightly.

"Ah, another undercover agent sent by someone else to steal magic information..."

"It's time to show your 'stern' side."

"You pass the message first, I'll get dressed and rush over."

"Yes."

After the subordinate finished his report, he left.

Ivan quickly stood up, holding onto the table and rushing towards the floor stand. Due to excessive force, he accidentally dropped Scott's letter into the gap between the desks after turning around.

When he came back from the Magic Tower after finishing his work, he had already forgotten where he had received the letter.

...

Ta da...ta da...

Ivan walked ahead at a brisk pace, with Scott following hurriedly behind.

Scott had some of the documents they had packed in his hands, while Ivan had nothing.

He just listened to Ivan's chatter:

"This really feels like a little assistant. If it were any other noble, they would probably start cyberbullying Ivan."

However, they seemed to be still walking into the corridor.

"Ivan, isn't the door on the other side?" Scott noticed.

"yes,"

Ivan stopped, put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at Scott.

"You have to help me change the Chief Magician's clothes."