Vol 2 Chapter 72: Howling full-length mirror

　　Terry Duzem felt like he had just closed his eyes.
　　 A second ago, his mind was still full of various deformed formulas and complicated spells.
　　 A second later, his consciousness has sunk into an endless darkness.
　　 What happened between one second and one second?
he does not know.
　　 He only knew that his eyelids were too heavy, and the upper and lower eyelids seemed to be stuck together by the adhesion curse.
　　 Walking in the yard the night before yesterday, the gorgeous sunset outside the patio brought him endless daydreams. Before he knew it, the long-lost inspiration came back to his brain.
　　 So, he plunged into the study, grabbed his quill, and started a long calculation.
　　 It takes two days to lift the pen.
　　 I forgot the sunrise and sunset, I forgot to eat and sleep.
　　 The old servant came and went in the study, but he could only sigh at the untouched cold meal.
　　 When the last unknown solution set in the formula was analyzed by him with a spell, the white sky in the morning had fallen on him for the second time through some dirty glass windows.
　　 He dropped the quill, smiled with satisfaction, and pulled the blanket hanging on the hanger, leaning on the large armchair behind him, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
　　In his dream, Constantine, his loyal old servant, talked to him and asked him to eat.
　　 "I'm working, Constantine!" He grabbed his hair annoyingly, and shouted to the respectful servant: "Don't let the mundane things like eating disturb me!"
　　 "Okay, master." Constantine agreed with a pleasing eyebrow, then raised his head again, looking at him with a confused look: "So, when will you eat something?"
　　 Dr. Dozem weakly slammed his head on the desk, and silently said to himself:
I am not angry.
I am not angry.
I am not angry
　　 is blank.
　　 When his consciousness returned to his body, he felt his arm was being grabbed and swayed vigorously.
　　"Young Master"
　　 "Master!" Constantine's words seemed to float from the distant horizon, as far away as the Caixia that evening.
Dr. 　　 finally raised one eyelid strenuously and muttered that I was not going to eat, then turned over, intending to continue sleeping.
　　 The old servant shook his arm to prevent him from sinking again.
　　 "Master, please wake up, Master." Constantine's old voice was full of eagerness: "Master, Miss Jiang is outside."
　　 Dr. Dozem still closed his eyes, but his floating thoughts tried to grasp the point of this sentence.
　　Miss Jiang?
　　 The dull brain was unable to read information effectively, and the persevering shaking of the old servant prevented him from falling asleep again.
　　 "Who is she?!" Dr. Duzem finally opened his sleepy eyes, his tone of tiredness and unhappiness could not be concealed: "Isn't it time for me to rest in the morning?"
　　 There is nothing worse than being dragged out of sleep.
　　 If there is, it means being repeatedly awakened from sleep.
　　 "You must have a good reason, otherwise" Dr. Dozem still did not think of how to deal with his reckless servant even if he got up with a stomachache.
"Miss Jiang, Master." The old servant respectfully handed him a hot towel and asked him to spread his face: "Miss Zhongshan Jiang's family, she has sent a greeting card last weekend, and you have agreed to this meeting. ."
　　 Dr. Duzem took the towel and wiped his eyes and temples vigorously, and his chaotic thoughts arose from the darkness.
　　 Zhongshan Jiang's house?
　　 My only big benefactor now? !
　　 "Miss Jiang!" He jumped up, his face was full of anxiety: "Why didn't you say it earlier, please, please come in, please."
　　 He knows very little about this Miss Jiang.
　　 But the Zhongshan Jiang family has been his biggest supporter of magic experiments over the years.
　　 Or rather, the only supporter.
　　 For him, this Miss Jiang is more like a leader of inspection work.
　　 The old servant responded, lifted his leg and walked out the door.
　　 "Stand up straight, Constantine!" Dr. Dozem shouted in a low voice behind him, "Go steady, you look like a baboon now."
　　 The old servant stopped, straightened his back, stretched his clothes, and walked out the door with steady steps.
　　 Dr. Duzem randomly cleaned up the scrap paper scattered on the table, and pulled a few bald quill pens into the waste basket at his feet. Then he rushed to the tall full-length mirror, squeezed his hair together, pulled the corners of his mouth, and tried to show a perfect smile.
　　 "You need a new bow tie, sir." The mirror suddenly opened his mouth, hoarse his throat, and complained, "With all due respect, the greasy thing on your neck is more like a rag."
Dr. 　　 hesitated, untied the long-hung bow tie on his neck and tucked it deep into the cupboard behind him.
"And your robe! Sir." When the mirror saw that his suggestion was accepted to a certain extent, his tone became a little elated: "The third button on your placket is beginning to misplace, and there seems to be some oil stains on your front placket, and you It can’t be called a hat anymore. It looks like a bigfoot took it to blow its nose."
　　 "Shut up!" Dr. Duzem's face was dark, and his tone was abruptly preventing his full-length mirror from continuing to rant: "Guests are coming. The only thing you can do is shut your stinky mouth!"
　　 While talking, he quickly corrected the misplaced buttons on the placket.
r/>　　 "If the mirror cannot speak, what is the difference with the salted fish!" The full-length mirror howled, trying to attract the attention of the owner.
Dr. 　　 coldly grabbed the fuchsia blanket on the armchair and placed it on the mirror.
　　 Then, the mirror fell asleep silently.
　　 "Master, the guest is here."
The door of the study was opened again, and the old servant Constantine walked straight ahead~EbookFREE.me~ He gave an unblemished salute to the doctor, supplemented with the reserved tone of the servants of the ancient noble family. Said: "Miss Jiang Yu and her male partner came to pay a visit."
Before Dr. 　　 had time to speak, the guests behind the old servant walked over unceremoniously.
"Dr. Duzem." Jiang Yu hung the Kun bag on one arm, hugged it in front of his abdomen, put one hand out, and handed it to the owner of the institute who was approaching with a smile: "I don't know it affected your rest. I'm sorry to disturb you so early. ."
Dr. 　　 noticed a red-robed nerd holding a cardboard box behind her.
　　 For people from Alpha Academy, he doesn't have much prejudice against Jiuyou students.
"Miss Jiang," Dr. Du Zemu held Jiang Yu's hand and kissed gently, then raised his head and said loudly in an exaggerated voice: "It's really you. The last time I saw you was six years ago, I Visiting the old lady in Zhongshan coincides with your twelfth birthday. I remember that more than half of the Great Wizards of the Witch League have gone. At the end of the day, in the group photo, I can only stay in the corner without taking pictures of my head. This time you must give me a chance to have a real photo with you."
　　 "This is my honor." Jiang Yujing smiled pretentiously, and introduced his male companion to the host: "This is Zheng Qing, my classmate, and my friend Jiuyou College this year's public student."
　　 "Good luck meeting." Dr. Du Zemu stretched out his hand, grabbed Zheng Qing's arm, and shook it briefly.
　　 It can be seen that his attitude towards Zheng Qing is much colder.