So This is their mother's bedroom. After Feng Bujue watching CG he speculated: That kind of lines sounds like last words. And Arthur's reaction showed that he had become evil since he was a teenager He thought. But Why? Was he jealous of his brother because he was adopted? Or is it because of the evil nature of the so-called Penaese? Or Something happened that changed his personality forever?

With doubt, Feng Bujue began to rummage. The room required a lot of searching, and the inspection took him a long time. The drawers of the nightstand were empty, and he examined them from every angle. And those two almirahs were not only empty but sent out a serious rotten smelling when opening. Although Feng Bujue had a mask, he was still almost choke. Even so, he climbed to the top and squeezed behind the ark. He looked at it all over again, inside and outside.

Ten minutes later, he even searched under the bed and finally confirmed that There's nothing in this room but a triggering CG.

Feng Bujue should be clearly classified as the player has obsessive disorder. The symptom is: Committed to explore all maps, find all the props, survey every corners and every NPC dialogues, find every hidden element, complete all the achievements. If he could find several bugs it will be great as a conversation after clean up.

Remember when he used to play The Elder Scrolls, oh no, it's seeking for writing materials, he used to do that. Now in this single script, he doesn't have to worry about his teammates nor has a time limit, and his commit had come again

Having checked the first bedroom, he headed for the next one.

The next room was explored in a similar way, with iron bars leading the way and then he stepped in. This second room was also a bedroom with the same displays, but environmental condition was far different. There was nothing but a bed and a wardrobe in the dusty room. Nevertheless, Feng Bujue still observed the mark on the floor and deduced to the result that once there existed a few furniture in this room, include a desk and a piano.

Wooden floor, as long as a piece of furniture was put more than a year in the same place, the imprint will never disappear" he said, touching the floor. "These marks the furniture must be over 10 years old, the place that had been pressed on the floor and surroundings color are differ apparently." Feng Bujue squatted down on the ground to see for more than 5 minutes, Judging from the degree of dust accumulation, these things were moved for quite a long period, should have become firewood

As mentioned earlier, the emptier the room, the easier it is to search. Feng Bujue took a look at the dirty bed and found nothing. Then he turned around and opened the wardrobe against the wall.

Hum Good taste. He smiled as he saw the hanging clothes in the closet.

There were only two items in the wardrobe in front of him, white shirts and suspenders. Shirts were hung on hangers, and suspenders were hung directly on the crossbar in the closet.

These clothes were very dirty, stained with blood and various stains. Even in the eyes of relatively sloppy people like Feng Bujue, it still exceeded the limit of tolerance, Put the dirty clothes in the closet without washing? Every time you open it, you will take off your wet, sticky cloth and hang it up, then get a new, least-disgust one from the closet?" He wondered, When their mother was died, did they get into a situation of nobody could wash clothes? If this script is this kind of setting, that is really scary

Feng Bujue was thinking disorderly while squatting down. His hands stayed in the bottom half of the chest of drawers, If this drawer is full of unwashed underwear with one of the yellow or white keys, how should I roast about it

Along with the sound of wood friction, Feng Bujue opened the drawer. Luckily, it's empty inside.

Huh I don't know why I feel a little grateful." He heaved a sigh, closed the drawer and took out a dress and a pair of trousers from the wardrobe to estimate the size, thought. That little man in the opening He was about 1.6 meters and the clothes were obviously too big for him. So.. This bedroom is Andrew's?

Feng Bujue put clothes casually on the bed and launched a blanket search from a corner of the. Since no plot items or flashback moments had been found in the room, he searched more carefully than in the previous room with observing and tapping. Finally, when he got to the bottom of the window ledge and stayed for a few seconds, another CG image was triggered.

The golden sun came in through the window. Under the edge of the window was a desk. A boy about ten was sitting at the desk, engraving a piece of wood with a carving knife.

The boy's hair was shining in the sun, and his eyes were fixed on the wood on which he was working, as if he were making a very delicate and difficult art work.

On the other side of the room, a brown-haired boy was sitting at the piano and playing a simple piece of music with a pleasant expression. He was a little out of touch, so the melody was intermittent. But he didn't care because the only audience in the room was his brother.

This rather sweet scene lasted for a few more seconds, when Andrew suddenly dropped the block and the carving knife on the table and sighed sadly, Ah~ another failure.

Do it all over again. said Arthur, turning his hand away from the keys.

Ah Can't can't This is already the fifth, this manual class homework will be handed in tomorrow, now it will be too late to do it again." Andrew turned with a shameless smile. If it were my brother This little~ stuff can be done well, after all, you are a genius!

Yes. Said Arthur drily.

Er Andrew's eyes narrowed. You just admit like that"

Why should I keep being modest when you call me a genius? Arthur got down from the piano stool and walked a few steps to Andrew. All right, all right, leave it to me. There's nothing I can do with you."

Ha ha, thank you brother!" Andrew smiled brightly.

Arthur picked up his brother's half-finished manual work and looked at it for a few seconds, his eyes were dismissive. It was impossible for him to fail even once to make such a thing.

Unfortunately, Arthur didn't have a chance to do that. Once the identity of the Pena Clan is discovered, not only him, but also people around him may be sentenced to death. So his mother did not let him go to school with the other children. In fact, Arthur had no friends except his brother. His life was limited to ranching, and the only people he had access to were his mother and Andrew, except for the occasional conversation with a nearby farmer.

Well In that case Like this, like this" Arthur looked at it for a moment and had an idea. He took a pen at random and drew a magic circle on a piece of paper.

In only a minute he had finished drawing a simple chain into a circle, and then he put the piece of wood he had cut in his hand on the circle.

Arthur put his hands on both sides of the paper and said a few small words, as if trying to make sense of himself. After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes. Light came from the circle and covered the little block.

As the light dissipated, the block was transformed into a small comb.

Oh! Amazing! Exclaimed Andrew.

SHH Don't let mother hear. She doesn't like me to use alchemy." Arthur put his forefinger in front of his mouth and motioned to his brother to keep it down.

Andrew picked up the comb with his eyes shining brightly. He put it in his hand and looked at it. "Our teacher said that anyone who can finish the actual alchemy homework before the age of twelve is an absolute genius! In the future will be able to enter the Royal Mage Alliance!

Well" Arthur did not think much of this, for it seemed to him that what had been done was a mere trifle and that he could have done something more complicated. As for the Royal Mage Alliance How could the Penaese have had the chance to study there?

Looking at his excited brother, Arthur looked calm as he warned, Andrew, don't mention my thing outside, you know

Andrew nodded. I know. Mother has said that many times. As he answered, he took up his carving knife again, and carved something on the comb.

Hey I've done it for you. What's next? Broken things can't be used for homework. Arthur said so, but he did not try to stop his brother.

Andrew quickly finished what he wanted to cut. He took the comb to his brother and said with a smile, I won't give it back. It's the first thing my brother has ever made for me.

Arthur shrugged and touched his brother's head. My stupid brother

Feng Bujue finished watching the CG, he could not help but roasting about it: Are you Sasuke's elder brother? 1)

It is naturally impossible to know the psychological activities of Arthur and Andrew, and Feng Bujue can only guess roughly by observing their expressions.

Well It seems that the images in each room are not played in chronological order. But When these two guys were teenagers, they seemed to be good friends Feng Bujue thought: "Although I can't exclude the factor that the character changes in the growth, but I can tell the most critical opportunity that causes this situation or the so-called 'Penaese' bloodline."