"Old friend."

Grivet was slightly shocked.

This voice...

Thales was also stunned.

Then... isn't that...

In the dark night, a wooden crutch stretched out tremblingly from the carriage, followed by two fragile and old legs.

"Sorry, I'm a little late than the agreed time." The man walked out of the carriage with a hunched figure. After seeing the mess around him, he subconsciously frowned and covered his nose: "Oh, it seems you are still here.

Work hard to make a living."

Grivet stared blankly at the visitor, not even noticing that Thales in his arms was no longer struggling.

"I'm so fucking fucked," Grieve opened his mouth wide and looked blankly at the visitors in the carriage, with an expression as if he saw the dog next door laying eggs:

"Damn it, I was still wondering who the unscrupulous guy sent the invitation, and it's actually you."

The visitor chuckled: "Surprising?"

"Tch, you're not dead yet," Grewal snorted, with mixed emotions:

"Old Crow."

Hearing the familiar nickname, Thales struggled to turn his head and see the person clearly.

He was an old man with deep wrinkles and a vicissitudes of life.

A bachelor of Dragon's Kiss Academy without qualifications, the teacher of Gilbert and Putilai, and also his and Thelma's teacher.

Old Crow,Merry Hickser.

At this moment, he was standing under the moonlight, smiling and nodding to Thales.

It's him.

At that moment, Thales figured out a lot of things.
Chapter completed!