Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 211 Let Me Teach You

In the sweltering, humid greenhouse, watching a seedling slowly grow before him, Caesar couldn't help but yawn.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

While recording the growth of the seedlings, Muirner asked a question as he wrote on a writing board.

"I did stay up a bit late last night, only slept for four hours," Caesar said, rubbing his eyes.

“Staying up late at such a young age will affect the secretion of growth hormone, which is bad for your physical development, Xiao Sa. You won’t grow tall later,” Muirna said.

"There's no other way, it's all for studying," Caesar rubbed his eyes, forcing himself to stay focused.

"Huh? Is the academic pressure at Saint Yaro that high? Little Sa, you're only in first grade, right?" Muirna asked in surprise.

"It's an extra learning task I set for myself, but it's only temporary," Caesar said.

“Hey, it’s rare to see a hardworking student like you these days. Even in our Department of Ecology, everyone tries to avoid working overtime if they can.” Muirna said.

"Although I don't like working overtime either, some tasks just can't be delayed and have to be finished today."

“After all, the work of the Institute of Ecology is very important, isn’t it?” Caesar said.

Last night he actually spent the whole night copying Hemog, and only managed to get some sleep just before dawn.

However, I finally managed to transcribe all those pages of Hermog, and now all that's left is to focus on deciphering it.

He had originally planned to rest well during the day and start deciphering in the evening, but after taking a short nap, he remembered that it was Saturday, the day he had arranged to meet with Muirna.

So he yawned and got dressed, then went out at Yumilia's urging.

At this moment, the seedling in the pot had already formed flower buds, and the snowflakes that had been drifting in the air retracted their wings and landed on Caesar's shoulder.
Muirner carefully observed the seedling buds, nodded, and said while taking notes, "Hmm, the growth is normal in a greenhouse environment of 35 degrees Celsius, which has exceeded the normal growth temperature of bellflowers. It seems that the revival effect of snow can change the growth habits of plants to a certain extent."

Muirner tapped his pencil firmly on the drawing board and said with satisfaction:
"Alright, today's research report is finished. Shall we have a little celebration, Xiao Sa?"

She smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Today I've specially prepared sweet barley milk tea and some homemade cookies. We can continue our conversation from last time about the Galactic Empire. Xiao Sa, you stopped talking about the fall of Trantor last time, and I haven't been able to sleep well since. Will the Second Base still be built? And is Mr. Seldon's plan really without any backup plan?"

She looked expectant, as if she couldn't wait to start.

“I’m sorry, Professor, I might have some things to attend to later today and won’t be able to stay here for long,” Caesar said.

"Huh?" Muirner made no attempt to hide his disappointment: "Since it's a rare once-a-week gathering, could you please tell me what it's about?"

“Princess Sia is having a birthday party soon, and I happen to be her classmate, so I was invited too. Since there will be ballroom dancing at the party, which I can’t do, I’ve been learning all this time,” Caesar said.

"Princess Sia's birthday party?" Muirna blinked.

"Well, there's nothing we can do then. This is indeed a very important matter."

Caesar, as if remembering something, asked, "Weren't you invited to this birthday party, Professor?"

Muirner shrugged: "I don't like those crowded and noisy occasions. Besides, I don't have a very good relationship with the hosts of the banquet. If I went, it would probably cause a sensation."

The attack on Muirna the previous night, and some subsequent clues, revealed that Muirna and the Ungol faction, represented by Enrede, were in conflict, and the conflict was particularly sharp, much sharper than that between Ita and others. "However, I'm quite looking forward to the desserts at the banquet. I heard they've invited the master court pastry chef, McVincent. Ah, I haven't tasted his cooking since the last celebration; I really want to try it again!"

Muirna showed a longing look, which was quite similar to Yumilia's. Could it be that all elves love sweets?

“By the way, Caesar, don’t you know how to dance ballroom?” Muirner asked.

“I guess I’m not very good at it? I studied all day yesterday and didn’t feel like I made much progress,” Caesar said.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Everyone has things they’re not good at, and I’m not good at them either,” Muirna said.

"After all, I'm practically a social outcast. I deal with soil and plants every day, so there's no need for me to dance for them."

She sighed, "Who invented social dancing? It's like people suddenly have to learn a skill, and the barrier to entry is quite high. You'd be embarrassed to attend a social event if you couldn't learn it."

“I think so too,” Caesar said.
He's been tormented by this for the past two days; sometimes he even dreams that his legs are cramping.

"By the way, Caesar, how's your study going? Can I take a look?" Muirner suddenly asked.

"What? Dancing?"

“Well, I haven’t actually attended many professional banquets. Although I don’t like this kind of thing, I’m still quite curious. I want to see what those young ladies and gentlemen are dancing together. Can you demonstrate?” Muirna asked.

“But this requires two people to do it together,” Caesar said.

“Me?” Muirner pointed to himself.

"Although I don't know how, I can still help you, right?"

“This…” Caesar hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright then, excuse me, Professor."

He stepped forward, first bowing slowly to Muirner in a gentlemanly manner, then taking Muirner's hand.

"Like this. This hand like this, and this arm like this, resting on your shoulder."

Although Caesar was tall for his age, he was still shorter than Muirner, making it noticeably inconvenient to put his arm around his shoulder.
"Oh, is that so?"

Muirna awkwardly followed his movements, her body unconsciously pressing against him, the faint, earthy fragrance emanating from the girl lingering in her nostrils.

Muirner was only wearing a gardening outfit today, without a coat, and as he held Caesar's hand, his eyes unconsciously drifted over.

Caesar could gaze closely into her pupils, which were beautiful, almost transparent, sapphire-like eyes.

But within this clarity, there seemed to be something else involved.
Caesar suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen those clear eyes somewhere before.

"What's wrong?" Muirner noticed his gaze and asked, puzzled.

"No, it's nothing," Caesar replied, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)