Rousseau was a young man with an easy-going and elegant temperament. He was about 20 years old. Judging from the habits of today's society, he was still at a very young stage. He always appeared in front of the public as a scholar rather than an official.
The unchanged clothes formed people's first impression of him: a double-breasted long black windbreaker, a judge's precise and cold white gloves and black leather shoes, and his dark silver hair was slightly raised at the edges and fixed in a curl.
In the shape of a man, there is a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. People who see him for the first time will always say that they have seen similar images in the oil paintings handed down from the Middle Ages. They were missionaries or priests, kings.
The clerk of court or the judicial officer.
In fact, their feelings have some truth, but they are not accurate enough.
As a philosopher of the Witches' Association, he was destined to leave his name in the long history, but he also abandoned his original name for this reason. Rousseau never thought this was a lucky thing or a regretful thing.
He regarded it as a contract, that is, some magical force that maintains the operation of society itself, which widely exists in human social relations. The link between large society and small society constitutes the entirety of civilization-but most of it.
People have different perceptions. In his eyes, the contract represented by the Witch Association is a large society, while the country composed of nobles, civilians, workers, scholars and other groups is a tiny party.
This has nothing to do with factors such as hierarchical order or group size. It only involves the most fundamental question: who will change the world.
They are changing.
The sound of crisp footsteps stopped in front of the deepest room in the Palace of Sages. After Rousseau stood still, he breathed slightly for two or three seconds before reaching out and knocking on the door gently. This was to give the people in the room a reaction.
Time, if not for this, I am afraid she would have been immersed in the ocean of knowledge and unable to extricate herself.
"Please come in."
A soft voice came from across the door. Rousseau said "I'm sorry", then pushed the door open and entered the office belonging to the witch of the end, Times. However, if you saw the room
The scene here may make you suspect that the term "office" is open to question. This is actually a library.
Because there are books everywhere: they crowd three walls, and they are stacked one on top of the other until the bookshelf reaches the ceiling. Of course there will be books, and the sofas and round tables that are supposed to be used for entertaining guests are also piled high.
A whole finely woven handmade carpet from Falserland, a sea country, has been weighed down by stacks of thick books. The gorgeous and complicated patterns... Even the door is piled with books, so that only
A narrow aisle is reserved for guests who knock on the door, leading to the desk next to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Sitting on a high-backed chair is a beautiful girl, who is reading a book with a dignified and elegant posture.
In the rare good weather in Lunweting, the sunlight poured freely through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and dust flew up and down in the white-gold ocean, hazy half of her profile, while the other half was slightly raised, looking towards the adjutant who had not seen him for many days.
He showed a warm and bright smile: "Welcome back, Rousseau, have you finished handling the government affairs on the Star Knight? Thank you for your hard work."
Rousseau subconsciously held his breath, feeling suffocated for a moment, but he did not want to speak for fear of breaking this beautiful scene.
Among the seven witch masters in the association, Master Carabosse is the strictest, but she still cares about her subordinates; Master Eve is the most withdrawn, but she is not stingy with words to those who recognize her; Master Feir seems easy-going, but in fact she has high vision, not all of them.
Everyone is attracted to her; Lady Lilithi is the most playful, but has a good relationship with everyone; Lady Favrona is the most cheerful, but she is more enthusiastic about fighting; Lady Pereke is full of compassion and loves weak souls.
...And Ms. Times is the most low-key and does not often appear in public. Even some people who are also members of the association don't know her very well.
On the one hand, this is because she is indifferent to fame and wealth, and is more willing to immerse herself in the joy of reading than dealing with chores; on the other hand, it is because her appearance is too beautiful, and it is not limited to human beauty, and can even give people a sense of beauty.
She has an incredible feeling and is suspected to be a character that only exists in fairy tales. In order to avoid causing commotion, her life is always two-point and one-line: either performing tasks on the Star Night Knight, or studying in the office of the Sage Palace, just like now
Same.
The long hair is as gorgeous as the aurora. With the refraction of light and different angles, it will show different colors such as azure, dark purple, cherry pink, ruby, emerald, lake light, silent night, gray snow, etc., as if
The revelation from the distant universe makes it impossible to see through all of her; a pair of eyes swaying with seven-color iridescence is like a rainbow reflected in the clearest sky. The scattered iridescence and broken streamers can always be seen in the first place.
It attracted everyone's attention in an instant, so that they fell into it and couldn't extricate themselves.
What's even more valuable is that although Ms. Times knows that she has extraordinary charm, she is never proud of it. On the contrary, she always dresses very simply, intending to reduce her sense of existence and let others ignore her appearance.
She knows that appearance is never the highest criterion for judging a person, it is just an additional compliment, so she is more willing to devote her energy to endless reading and cultivate her talents, thus precipitating a kind of softness, elegance and humility.
Her temperament, paired with her already beautiful appearance, complements each other even more.
In the association, everyone who met Lady Times was impressed by her charm. Even the leader once commented sharply: "If I want to die one day, I would rather drown in Timese's long hair and tears."
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Although in the end Lord Bailong, the leader's best friend and the general director of the Magical Research Institute, came forward to clarify that the leader had never said this, it was just a rumor... but more people would rather believe that it was true. Especially...
The members of the association who were fortunate enough to be assigned to serve on the Star Night Knights secretly reached an unwritten agreement: every member on the Star Night Knights has the obligation to protect Lady Times’ smile. Therefore, when Lord
When you smile, no one is allowed to disturb you, otherwise, you will be the sinner of everyone!
This alliance was called the "Smile Alliance", and it later developed into more than just the Knights of the Starry Night. There were quite a lot of forces within the entire association. Ahem, cough, cough. Coincidentally, Rousseau was a member of this alliance...
…or the initiator.
That's why he didn't say a word at this moment, just standing silently like a pilgrim.
Although there were only him and Ms. Times in the room, and there were no other alliance members, so they were not afraid of being discovered, but in another world, a sage from the ancient East once said: A gentleman should be cautious in being alone, which means that a person with truly high moral character will not be afraid of being discovered.
You will also pay attention to your words and deeds when you are alone...
Until a doubtful voice woke him up from his thoughts: "Rousseau?"
When she came back to her senses, she realized that Lady Times was tilting her head and looking at him carefully, her seven-colored hair hanging down along her shoulders, and her rainbow-colored eyes shining with hesitation: "Why haven't you spoken?