"He's so handsome..."

"Yes, indeed."

"How do guys become squire knights anyway?"

"Perhaps it's because they are knowledgeable, I'm not sure."

"Who cares, they're already squire knights, they must have plenty of wizards under their command. They probably won't even need to use magic themselves."

"And they're already so handsome, hehe... truly irresistible."

"When the time comes, I must find someone at the club who looks similar and have a good time."

Clad in fresh clothes and riding a spirited steed, the young man with exceptional talent, Xie Jingxing, appeared.

In the midst of a lively winter day, with the fragrant first snow and the early blooming flowers fluttering in the air, Merka rode slowly at the forefront of the procession, waving to the admiring young men and women lining the streets on both sides, smiling and responding loudly to them — unknowingly, the shawl on his shoulders had already been covered with snowflakes and camellias.

A long line of musicians followed behind Merka, playing drums and horns, creating a joyous atmosphere.

Adorned with lavish horses and luxurious fur coats, the grand procession welcoming and sending off Merka seemed to break the icy and solemn winter atmosphere; children playing cards on the streets, shopkeepers still calling out to customers, and young girls studying magic books in private schools were all attracted by the melodious music, peeking out of the windows and between the buildings to see what was happening.

At the rear of the procession, there was even a large stage on wheels with a long-legged girl sitting on it bravely, nestled inside a grand piano many times her size, playing silently.

Like a snowball flower, pure and beautiful, she was dressed in a handsome tailcoat, her face flushed. The tiny beads of sweat on her forehead indicated that she, as the pianist, was a bit nervous, but given the noisy environment around her, for now, no one could tell if she made any mistakes.

Today is Monday.

Monday's heaven and earth are the most vast and boundless.

Turing sat high above on the roof of a house, watching Merka, who was dressed in bright attire, leading a long procession into the local cathedral of Bostwick, and smiled with relief.

A shadow of profound sorrow suddenly appeared behind Turing, standing on the roof and slowly revealing her rich robe.

Like a hidden fragment of a bright moon above the Jiang Maple fishing fire, a piece of verdant rain curtain under the folded curtain.

"The highest realm of love, no one in the world has reached. Envisioning the impossible and willing to die for it."

"To have a close acquaintance, but never share the same bed, ranks next."

"Next, it is to have shared a bed once and forever cherish the memory."

"Following that, it is to be a faithful couple without any extramarital affairs."

"The lowest, embracing anyone for the sake of it, devoid of genuine affection."

"There are these five types of love in the world, but compared to your and Merka's tumultuous experiences, they pale in comparison."

"One might say that your love with Merka is a top-tier love affair, don't you think?"

Dunkirk shattered from the serene void of the backdrop, the transparent glass cracking open to reflect her true form.

"Haha...don't tease me."

"Dunkirk, sister."

"Have you finished dealing with the Montecristo family dinner case?"

Turing tilted his head slightly and looked at the glamorous woman above him, her face turned to the side, her shiny hair cascading down. He calmly replied, "I've finished with it."

"But nothing has been found."

Dunkirk, acting like a real sister, patted her bottom as she sat down next to Turing, gently stroking his forehead and pulling him softly into her embrace.

"Turing."

"Please advise Merka not to delve too deeply into the family's secrets, okay?"

"He's been quite passionate about decoding and exploration recently."

"But matters related to the family have nothing to do with sudoku puzzles or word games in the newspapers."

"The vast Agio family holds energies you can't even imagine."

"Tell Merka not to overthink."

"Otherwise, it will only lead to self-destruction."