Chapter 118 Teacher Fremea
After seeing the power of the holy sword, Mrs. Isabel had no choice but to cry and shed tears of shame on Droste's bed sheets.

It is really too shameful. The power of the holy sword is so terrifying.

I really underestimated the enemy this time. Next time I must prepare more energy and more holy water to fight the enemy!

Mrs. Isabel made up her mind secretly.

……

Then Mrs. Isabel made up her bed and went back to her room.

Drost lay on his bed, thinking about his tenants, and his body felt very sore and comfortable.

This task activator is not as decisive as the last time. It seems like some kind of hidden task and is really not very easy to use.

There are only two tenants in the apartment building now, which is really not enough.

Thinking of this, Droste leaned back on his bed and slowly fell asleep.

In his dream, he saw two very bad girls.

A young girl sat in his arms, pressing him so hard that he couldn't move.

Another girl sat on his shoulders, pressing him down, and blocked his breathing with something.

It's just that the weather was bad at that time, it was hot and humid, similar to the sticky weather during the return of the south wind in the southern part of the mainland.

The three men were fighting, all covered in sweat.

What a nasty girl, so nasty.

As he dreamed, Droste dreamed that he fell into a deep canyon.

……

"Good morning, Bai Ze."

Droste sat up, ruffled the crow's feathers, and played with its beak.

Seeing that the window on the windowsill was not closed, Russia got up and closed it.

But he found a small envelope on his windowsill.

The envelope was rolled into a small roll of paper, which was then tied together and placed on the windowsill.

It looked like a pigeon or something, delivering a message. But I didn't know what was going on, because Bai Ze didn't seem to have anything unusual.

Thinking of this, Droste went downstairs holding the letter.

"Isabelle, is this the book?"

As soon as he went downstairs, Droste saw the thick book on the dining table.

The book's exterior is covered with intricate mottled patterns, and a few words are written on the thick cover.

"The Book of Elves."

It looks a bit old and very rustic.

At the sound of Droster's voice, Mrs. Isabel wiped her hands on her apron and came out.

"That's the secret medicine I showed you. Turn around and take a look."

"Well... come back to see me in the evening. I'll come to see you in the evening..."

As she spoke, Mrs. Isabel lowered her head shyly again, and the look in her peach blossom eyes seemed to be rolled into a silk thread and then stick to Droste.

When Mrs. Isabel thought about the look the shop manager would give her, she twisted her legs in embarrassment.

She lowered her eyebrows, covered her chest with one hand, and her cheeks involuntarily turned a bright red, like a ripe peach swaying gently in the breeze.

The shy blush extended from her cheeks to her ears, making her look even more charming. Her heartbeat was like a ignited flame, beating faster and faster, bringing a burning feeling.

I just happened to have a little bit of secret medicine left, so why not... take it tonight...

"Oh, I see. Okay."

Droste didn't think too much and started eating his breakfast.

"See you tonight, Miss Isabel."

Phoenix also waved and smiled brightly: "See you tonight, Miss Isabel!"

"Well...see you tonight, Phoenix and the little shopkeeper."

Mrs. Isabel also smiled in response. …

Seeing that it was the last class, Droste stretched and looked at teacher Fremea who was coming over.

The flatness of the shirt was the most inadequate feature, but it was overshadowed by the utter charm of Fremea-sensei.

Black hair, black eyes, and a white shirt under a black suit jacket, making him look completely shrouded in black.

There are light golden stripes on the jacket, showing the unusualness of this suit jacket. Under the suit skirt is cold white skin and bare legs, which attracts the attention of male compatriots.

Especially those slender legs, stepping on black leather shoes, the leather mixed with a faint smell of sweat, it is simply...

Patrick turned around and was about to complain to Droste about this perfect head teacher, but Droste gently held his back to prevent him from getting so close to him.

"No need to say, I know what's going on in your mind."

Droste looked into his fanatical eyes and knew that he was about to say some nonsense.

"Teacher Fremea does have an outstanding temperament, there is no need to say more."

After hearing what Droste said, Patrick turned his head away with some disappointment and complained in a low voice.

"But Teacher Fremea is really very charming. She is not as charming as Teacher Spider, but she has a mysterious feeling."

After taking a look at the back of little Patrick's head, Droste shifted his gaze from the empty head to Teacher Fremea at the podium.

It was just as Patrick said, Teacher Fremea always had an aloof, yet mysterious aura about her.

Different from Bernadette's coldness, and also different from teacher Irina's charm.

It's the feeling of not caring or paying attention to many things.

Rather than being a teacher, it is more like a fairy who has lived for a long, long time.

Indifferent and dull.

His eyes always reveal his understanding of the essence of things.

"It's a bit mysterious indeed..."

Droste muttered a few words in a low voice, then looked at the podium seriously.

……

"Okay, that's all for today. get out of class is over."

Teacher Fremea's voice was heard, followed by the clatter of her leather shoes walking on the ground.

He came and went without a trace, disappearing in front of the podium in an instant.

"get out of class is over!"

In the blink of an eye, it was dusk. Droste stretched lazily and looked at the sky outside. The classmates in the classroom also left in a busy manner.

The setting sun slowly sank, and its edges were stained with a deep red, as if a shy girl was wearing a crimson veil.

The sky was divided into several layers. The top layer was a light golden yellow, like freshly baked bread, warm and tempting.
The lower layer is interwoven with orange and red, like a burning flame, showing endless vitality in the dance.

"Let's go to the activity room."

Patrick turned around and said.

Today is also a day I am really looking forward to meeting Bernadette.

"You guys go first, I have something to do with the student union here."

Droste waved at Patrick, then spoke to Phoenix.

"Erin asked me to help in the office."

"Can we go then?"

Patrick's eyes lit up. His goddess Bernadette must be there too! He had to catch up.

"Well... it's okay anyway, come on."

Droste touched his chin. That perverted president probably wouldn't mind multiplayer games.

"it is good!!!"

(End of this chapter)