Her eyes brightened briefly, then hesitated again, as if pondering whether to come over and sit.
Duke showed no sign.
Lis pursed her lips and sat in the fourth row near the aisle, not too far and not too close, precisely three or four rows diagonally in front of him.
After settling down, she took out a brand-new notebook and a feather pen from her fabric bag and placed them neatly on the table.
After a while, the entrance suddenly fell silent for a moment.
Duke looked up.
A witch was walking in from outside the door.
She looked to be in her early thirties, tall and slender, with black stockings on her long legs, and wearing a dark blue magic robe that was sharply tailored. The hem of the robe lifted gently with her steps, revealing glimpses of her round, long legs.
The most striking feature was her eyes, not ordinary eyes, but deep blue ones that seemed to contain the entire night sky. Just a fleeting glance with her would instinctively make one want to look away.
