Chapter 361 The Mysterious School Director

Lu Mingfei looked back at Fingel.

This guy sat there arrogantly, as if he was the protagonist of this hearing.

Feeling Lu Mingfei's gaze, Fingel circled his thumb and index finger and made an OK gesture. At the same time, he smiled with a smile that said he had everything under control. He was extremely confident.

Lu Mingfei withdrew his gaze.

Before the hearing resumed, they had a small meeting. Fingel, who had always just nodded, mentioned something for the first time. He said that the school board might use Norma to make a fuss. After all, it was an artificial intelligence life form. , in this modern era where information is a weapon, no one knows how much damage it can cause, but there is no need to worry.

Fingel was triumphant.

"The great Uncle Fingal has already taken care of Norma. No matter what conspiracy the school board has, it will definitely not succeed. Don't worry!"

At that time, Lu Mingfei believed his lies and curiously asked Fingel how he did it. Since the target was an artificial intelligence life form, could he have used some kind of superb hacking technology?

"Hacker? No, no, no."

Fingel wagged his finger inscrutably.

"Why do I need so much trouble if I am great?"

Lu Mingfei became even more curious.

"Then you are..."

Fingel snorted proudly.

He said in the lonely tone of a master.

"Pretty boy trap."

Lu Mingfei felt that there was something wrong with him for believing this guy's lies.

It’s just that the hearing has progressed to this point, and it actually confirms Fingal’s words. The school board will target Norma and

Genbuyuan is structured based on Norma. The school board wants to take back the ownership of Genbuyuan, which means they have to take action against Norma.

So Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered Fingel's words.

Could it be that this guy really has some means to influence Norma?

Well, like, a beauty trap?

He was hesitant. Why, the aesthetics of digital life forms are so... avant-garde?

Not only Lu Mingfei, but also Caesar and Chu Zihang who attended the meeting all looked at Fingel.

Fingel was delighted.

I almost raised my nose to the sky.

Look, look, what is scheming, what is strategizing, I usually call it hiding my clumsiness, today I will show a little bit of my skills, what do you think, you are scared!

"Norma, switch to war personality."

"yes."

The soft female voice turned cold, like cold iron.

In the light and shadow, the girl's white dress is dyed as red as blood, and it looks like flowing fire. From the neckline to the hem of the skirt, it surges like waves until it is completely dyed red.

"EVA, stand by."

Frost nodded and looked at the school directors at the long table.

"let us start."

Lu Mingfei slowly looked at Fingel.

There is also an expressionless Chu Zihang and a half-smiling Caesar.

The stunned Fingel came to his senses after a while, smiled awkwardly at the three of them, and kept wiping his own sweat.

Didn't you say it's done? Where's your beauty trap? Now that Norma has been replaced by EVA, what should you do?

Just, a war personality?

The mixed-race people looked at the image of the girl in the red dress. They obviously had the same face as Norma, but they were completely different. Their temperaments were completely different. Norma was the gentle girl next door, and Eva was the murderous girl. God of War.

But why did the school board suddenly switch Norma to a war personality?

Could it be to prevent Fingel from using a beauty trap?

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Put aside this guy's beauty scheme, the school board is not a fool, they must have their own considerations. Since it is a war personality, as the name suggests, EVA exists for war. Compared with Norma, the campus secretary who tends to deal with daily administrative affairs , EVA is definitely more aggressive.

But the war must have a target. A person is called self-inflicted harm. The school board will use EVA when it is about to vote. The meaning is already obvious.

Guard against me?

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Probably the war personality EVA has the authority to access Kassel's weapons arsenal, and may also have the ability to release special beings, such as heroic spirits.

While he was in charge of the Kassel Martial Academy, he browsed a lot of information, including the secret party's Hall of Valor plan. However, Lu Mingfei only briefly browsed through it, and only a few people knew the details. Even so, He also had a general impression of the so-called Hall of Heroes Project. It was a huge project that lasted for centuries. Even Lu Mingfei was stunned by it. He couldn't help but think that maybe, even if he didn't bring it with him, With the emergence of Kyushu Martial Arts, the secret party has a way to survive the end of 2012.

Never regard yourself as the center of the world, and never underestimate anyone.

Lu Mingfei noticed that pairs of eyes were focused on him.

There is Chu Zihang, there is Caesar, and there are many mixed-race students.

You don't need to look to know what those looks mean.

They are asking themselves whether they should take action.

Although it was not put on the table, the scene in front of the dormitory three days ago was there. Lu Mingfei was very clear about the subtext of these students. As long as he was willing, the students could rise up and follow him to resist the school board and overthrow the old order in Kassel. , establish a student self-governing committee, and manage yourself from now on, as well as your school board of directors.

The school board should also have seen the thoughts of these students. After all, young people are best at guessing their thoughts. Perhaps this is why they activated the war personality EVA.

Not only the students, but also the professors and school directors were secretly observing Lu Mingfei.

They want to see what this S-class will do and choose.

On the other hand, Angers still looked like an old god, leisurely and contented, as if this was not a serious occasion to witness the Abrahamic blood contract, but the Golden Hall of Vienna. Angers was just an audience, watching from an outsider's perspective, without ever participate.

Lu Mingfei moved.

He pressed his hand slowly and forcefully.

The meaning is obvious.

Be patient and don't be impatient.

The atmosphere that had gradually become tense gradually eased.

The tense backs of the mixed breeds also relaxed.

To be honest, they were still a little disappointed.

The desire to fight and violence is an instinct engraved in the bones and blood of every hybrid.

Although they have alleviated the tyranny caused by dragon blood after practicing martial arts, warriors are not a self-cultivation existence. They are a group that is no more peaceful than mixed-race species, and Cassel students possess the characteristics of both. You can easily imagine what kind of xinxing we have.

It was a pity that there was no battle, but since it was the Lu Master's decision, they acceded to it.

Schneider, the professor of drama, nodded slightly. Perhaps even the students themselves did not realize that in half a year of high-intensity martial arts practice, they had gradually completed the transformation from a loose college student to a warrior who obeyed orders. This is a result that Schneider was very happy to see. Yes, since he is a dragon slayer, he must look like a soldier. He has always thought so. Unfortunately, the stubborn Angers has his own theory. Schneider likes Lu Mingfei more than the stubborn old man.

Although the S-class was always laughing and joking, Schneider could tell that this young man had a strong military aura.

People who have joined the army will bear the mark of the army on their bodies, which will not fade away after many years. What's more, what shaped Lu Mingfei was not the army in peacetime, but the battlefield filled with blood.

Lu Mingfei is not worried about the Abraham blood contract. To be honest, this book may have a decisive authority in the mixed-race society, but Lu Mingfei is a warrior at heart, not a mixed race. He does not believe in the Abraham blood contract. With this This book testifies that no matter what happened, he would still take action when it was time to take action, without any ambiguity.

It's just, it's not necessary.

The voting of the school board was not over yet, but he wanted to see what these privileged people thought, whether people like Frost and the old monk were the majority or the minority.

Lu Mingfei was not in a hurry. His inhuman cultivation was his confidence. He was calm enough to face everything.

The eyes of the mixed races were all focused on the school board table.

I just never expected that something would go wrong from the very beginning.

The person who came forward was Passy, ​​who read out the secret party's decree and temporarily deprived Angers of his right to vote.

As the principal of Kassel, Angers also has the title of honorary school director. He has the right to vote. However, unlike the other six seats, the voting rights of the honorary school director are restricted. If the proposal involves himself, he needs to recuse himself.

Although this proposal talks about Kyushu Martial Arts in a large space, it cannot be bypassed by two people, Lu Mingfei and Ange. Without Lu Mingfei, there would be no establishment of the martial arts academy, and without Ange’s support, Lu Mingfei would not be able to do so. With the corresponding authority, Cassell's current situation was achieved through the joint efforts of the two.

If you want to avoid it, just avoid it. Angers spread his hands, and there was no negative emotion on his face. He was even smiling, just like the smile he had during the first hearing three days ago.

Frost hated Angers expression, as if nothing could surprise this man. If possible, he really wanted to see Angers panic, it would be interesting, interesting enough to drink.

Have you prepared any backup plan?

Frost glanced at the chairs at the long table.

Old monk, female noble, husky, girl...

There are still empty seats at the end.

Frost voted in favor.

Angers, I just hope you can still laugh at the end.

The large screen displays seven stone chairs, each with a coat of arms representing their identity. The one with the fallen angel is Gattuso, and the one with the decayed World Tree is Principal Cassel. Only one chair is the most special, it is gray all over, and only in the place where it should be. Where the coat of arms is painted, a vague square is outlined, like the outline of something, but what is it? no one knows.

"This was from the very beginning of the establishment of the Camarilla."

The vice principal's lazy voice sounded beside Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei's eyes were empty, and he turned to look at the vice-principal who was leaning on the wooden railing. Hey, hey, hey, this is a hearing. It's such a serious occasion. You can just sleep. You can walk around as you please without permission, and you even come to visit us. What are you doing? What the hell, didn’t you see that King Solomon’s face turned green above?

The vice-principal still went his own way. He leaned against the railing in an extremely cool posture, as if this was not a railing at all, but a sports car worth millions of dollars.

"Xiao Mingfei, do you know the history of the Camarilla?"

"Study in the history books."

"Tsk, history book."

The vice principal curled his lips disdainfully.

"Forget all those kid stuff, listen to me."

Is this...a secret?

Lu Mingfei was indeed curious, but he was not as unreliable as the vice-principal. Lu Mingfei had not forgotten where this place was. He did not know how many mixed races attended the hearing, and there was an Abraham blood contract on it. He could figure it out even if he thought about it with his knees. Well, this is not a suitable occasion for telling secrets.

However, Lu Mingfei noticed a strange phenomenon.

The vice-principal was obviously chatting with him, and he acted like he was listening to his grandfather telling secrets from the past. You know, the secrets that can be revealed from the mouth of this alchemist master are not small at all, but the strange thing is here, Lu Mingfei I was surprised to find that both students and professors seemed to be turning a deaf ear. Their attention was attracted by the school board of directors. At most, they glanced at the vice president and quickly looked away.

Aren't they interested in the vice principal's secrets?

impossible.

Lu Mingfei quickly discovered the alchemy matrix surrounding him and the vice principal. Therefore, it was not that they were not interested, but that they could not hear it at all. The alchemy matrix isolated internal and external sounds, allowing the secret to exist only in this small space.

When was this done?

Lu Mingfei looked at the bad old man next to him who was picking his nose.

Just because of this guy's appearance, it's easy for people to overlook his identity as a master alchemist. Maybe this is what is often said about a superior man.

"Oh, you're looking at this."

The vice principal followed Lu Mingfei's gaze and glanced at the alchemy matrix on the ground.

He pouted.

"Think about it, Xiao Mingfei, I've been in the Bell Tower for how many years. Do you think I just watch Western movies every day and do nothing?"

"Okay, okay, let's talk about something interesting."

He pointed to the empty seats on the school board.

“If it hadn’t been for this person, Cassel wouldn’t be where it is today.”

"Mixed races say that the Camarilla is a group of lunatics who will do anything to kill the dragon. If you have a chance, Xiao Mingfei, you really should go to the Camarilla headquarters. The tombstones in the courtyard are like Amazon rain, and there are several nearly It’s a ten-meter-high monument, Xiao Mingfei, who do you think is buried underneath?”

said the vice principal.

"Not a hero, not a leader. There are too many heroes who died in the history of the Camarilla. In the end, they are just one in the Forest of Steles."

"Those ten-meter-high monuments bury family members."

"Slaying dragons is a deadly job. I don't know how many people died in it, and even one family after another died."

"Kassel is pretty good. At least a university has been left behind so that it will not be completely forgotten by future generations."

"The surnames of many families and their coats of arms have disappeared into history, and are no longer known to future generations."

The vice principal sighed.

At this time, he said these words with a bit of desolation and sadness, completely different from the usual bad old man.

"So, Xiao Mingfei."

"Aren't you curious?"

"How did the secret sect carry on such a dangerous dragon-slaying job to this day and still not end it?"

He glanced at Lu Mingfei.

"Of course it's because there is insurance."

"That chair."

He pointed to the empty seats on the school board.

"Been there since the beginning of the Camarilla."

"There was no Kassel at that time, and Gattuso didn't know where he was. The American continent was still dominated by Indians, and occasionally you could encounter monsters with dragon blood flowing in their bodies."

"This is where the Founders founded the Camarilla."

"Families who have slain dragons for generations have sworn together that they can entrust their backs to each other, including the descendants."

"And among these people, there is a mysterious man. He does not belong to any family, and there is no trace of his past. He just appears out of thin air, showing great strength and incredible skills."

"He is the only lineage of the original founders of the Camarilla that survives to this day."

"It is also the most special lineage."

"No one knows who he or they are, and they never attend the meetings of the Camarilla. Only at the critical moment of the Camarilla's survival, they will suddenly appear, solve the Camarilla's crisis, and then disappear."

"This lineage is like the insurance of the Camarilla. They have been protecting the Camarilla from a long time ago and have used their power to maintain the legacy of the Camarilla until now."

"Some call them guardians, some call them charming hands, and some call them candlelighters."

"And in the few records that exist, they call themselves that."

The vice principal looked at Lu Mingfei, and the world suddenly became quiet. For some reason, Lu Mingfei always felt that the alchemist master was about to say something outrageous.

What, once spoken, affects the past, present and future.

"Wanderer."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

The atmosphere has been heightened to this point, and I almost stopped breathing. You just said... Wanderer?

Please, Vice-Principal, that lineage you just mentioned is so powerful, turning the tide time and time again, as if the secret party would perish without them.

In order to match this status, you have to be called a plane destroyer, a time traveler, an arbiter of the multiverse court, etc.

What kind of wanderer is this? To be honest, isn't he a bit unqualified?

You want to say that space-time wanderers are pretty much the same, wanderers, wanderers, wait, wanderers?

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

The vice principal smiled happily.

"It seems, Xiao Mingfei, you are also aware of this."

Lu Mingfei pursed his lips.

As if to confirm, Lu Mingfei repeated it in Chinese.

he asks.

"Wanderer?"

The vice principal nodded affirmatively.

"That's right."

he emphasized.

"In the records, people of this lineage are referred to as wanderers."

"Chinese wanderer."

Lu Mingfei let out a breath.

He finally understood why the vice-principal had been so solemn before.

Just two words, wanderer, but the amount of information contained in it is too great.

Because this is Chinese.

Who can believe that one of the founders of the secret party, the most powerful dragon-slaying organization in the Western world, is an Oriental.

Orientals!

How many years ago was that, a hundred years, or a thousand years?

The Orientals came to this distant land and met several like-minded dragon slayers. They took adventures together, fought together and experienced life and death, until in the end, they founded an organization called the Camarilla together.

In the bonfire in the dark night forest, several young men cut their palms open with their own weapons and let the blood flow.

The orange firelight illuminated the side face of one of them. He had black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin. His figure was tall and straight, and his eyes were like deep pools.

And who is he?

Lu Mingfei suddenly became curious about the empty chair on the school board.

He or they join the Camarilla.

After that, they took action again and again to maintain the inheritance of the secret party.

Listening to the description of the vice principal, this lineage is like a saint. Look at the people on the school board at the moment. They all want to get something from the Camarilla organization, but that lineage does not have it. They can't even divide the benefits. He doesn’t attend meetings, he only appears when needed, and then disappears after getting through the crisis. He just gives unilaterally but never asks for anything in return. Isn’t this a saint? What is this?

But Lu Mingfei always felt that something was wrong. Do saints really exist in this world? He didn't believe that that lineage must have their own purpose for doing this. If you want to know what a person wants, just look at what he has done.

And what did this lineage do?

They are maintaining the legacy of the Camarilla.

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought.

Could it be that it's not that complicated at all? Maintaining the legacy of the Camarilla is their purpose.

In other words, for them, it is enough to let the Camarilla organization be passed down.

But what's the point?

Lu Mingfei stared at the empty seats on the big screen picking up the coat of arms.

A... square?

"Xiao Mingfei, do you know why I tell you this?"

The vice principal at this moment was as serious as a wise man.

"Time is running out."

He sighed.

"In two more years, the bell of doom will ring. This lineage has protected the secret party until now. If there is something they want, it is time to take it."

"If you wait any longer, it will all be over."

"So, what do they want?"

After a short pause, the vice principal turned his head and took a deep look at Lu Mingfei.

"Or maybe what they want, what they're waiting for, is already there."

Something seemed to cross Lu Mingfei's mind.

But it passed in an instant, and before he could reach out to grab it, it was gone.

The vice-principal turned around gracefully, hugged his belly, and said one last word before walking out of the matrix.

"Go with ease, Xiao Mingfei."

"No one can stop you."

The vice principal waved his hand downward vigorously.

He repeated in a cold tone that didn't suit his image.

"nobody!"

…………

The second vote of the school board is cast by the noblewoman.

She covered the lower half of her face with a peacock feather fan, and her eyes were as clear and bright as gems.

"The S-class's mobility and decision-making ability are admirable. I have also seen Cassel's changes in the past six months. He has done a very good job. I don't think another person can do better than him."

"What's more, martial arts is an S-level technique. Even if you suppress people in the name of justice, it is still just an act of banditry, and at most it will only look good."

"so."

She blinked and looked at Frost unnecessarily.

"I object."

The comparison of the votes on the big screen is updated in real time. Currently, there is one vote in favor, one vote against, and zero abstentions.

The old monk let out a cold snort from his nose.

He didn't say much, just pressed the agree button hard.

The votes on the big screen jumped, with two votes in favor.

So far, everything is as expected.

The tendencies of the old monk Frost and the female aristocrat are basically obvious.

In other words, the winner lies with the last two people.

The mixed-races focused their attention on the girl who was sitting upright. Even though she pretended not to care, everyone could see that this girl was nervous. Her body was probably too tense and she would jump up if she was poked casually.

I don't know what she is nervous about.

As for the other one.

The eyes of the mixed breeds were slightly complicated.

Hey, hey, why are you still wearing a helmet after three days?

So in the final analysis, this motorcycle helmet is actually your body, right?

The husky is also very nervous, and is no better than the girl. As we all know, many people want to drink water when they are nervous, and he is the same, but our school director seems to have forgotten the fact that he is still wearing a helmet, so the coffee cup It hit the mask again, and the bang was really clear.

Several soft-hearted students wanted to cover their faces, it was really embarrassing.

The old monk glared at him viciously, and the husky shrank his neck.

Frost didn't pay attention to this incident. He glanced at the butler standing behind the girl. The old butler nodded with some respect in his movements.

The housekeeper leaned over and said something in the girl's ear.

The girl looked embarrassed. She said a few words hesitantly, but it was of no use. It seemed that the old housekeeper's attitude was very firm and tough. The girl bit her lip weakly and finally lowered her head.

she said quietly.

"I see."

The old butler nodded with satisfaction. He stood up again, regained his proper posture, and at the same time gave Frost a look.

The meaning is obvious, my work is done, don't forget the chips you promised.

After receiving Frost's affirmative expression, a smile appeared on the old butler's lips. He enjoyed this feeling very much. The superior Gattuso and his family had to deal with him and all needed his help. This fully satisfied his desire. Sense of accomplishment, although his status is only the steward of the family, but before the young master grows up, it is also his duty to provide some advice to the young master with his half-life experience.

After all, the young master is still young and will inevitably lack consideration when making decisions. It would be terrible if he does something that harms the interests of the family. Therefore, the old butler must stand up. He believes that this is his own mission, even if it is not understood by outsiders. He did not hesitate to do so.

The old housekeeper lowered his head slightly. He watched the young master put his hand on the agree button and slightly raised the corners of his mouth. In his expectant gaze, the girl's white hand decisively pressed to the side. That was... the objection button.

The large screen updates the voting data in real time. The current number of votes is 2 in favor, 2 against, and zero abstentions.

draw.

The old monk pressed his hand hard, and the rosary beads fell to the ground with a splash, bouncing, and a crisp sound echoed in the auditorium.

She actually...voted against it!

The old monk looked at Frost for the first time. In this scene, the two were at odds. When facing unexpected situations, the old monk was far less determined than Frost.

Frost glanced at the old housekeeper behind the girl. The surprise on this man's face could not be faked. Frost believed in his own eyesight. Sitting in Gattuso's position as the head of the family, he saw enough people, but there were only a few people. Someone can fake it in front of Frost, so...

His eyes fell on the girl.

Old friend, is this your daughter?

Frost thought of the man who once sat on that chair. He died in the ancient tomb. He heard that there was a third-generation statue sleeping there. He used his own death to drag the other person back into sleep, and used his life to carry out the task of slaying the dragon. the glory of the one.

Since he left, the girl has always inherited the seat. Unfortunately, Frost can no longer find the shadow of his old friend in this weak girl, until today.

He suddenly looked at this girl again. By the way, what was her name?

Frost never remembers the names of useless people. After all, his surname is Gattuso, and he has pride flowing in his body. Remembering the names of useless people is meaningless to Frost.

However, as for this girl...

"Patsy."

"exist."

"Tell me what her name is."

The expression of the female aristocrat was as if the ice had melted. She smiled and rolled her eyes. The eye contact between the old butler and Frost before was too unscrupulous and arrogant to the point where the female aristocrat wanted to hit the butler's old face with her high heels. At that time, She looked at the girl's timid look and sighed in her heart, thinking that this vote might be over. She didn't expect that the girl who had always been obedient and even a little timid would be so tough at the critical moment.

Yes, you should be like this. You can vote whatever you want. This is your freedom. What right does a mere steward have to interfere with your decision?

The female aristocrat's eyes were soft. She looked down on this child a little before, but it was her fault that she judged others based on their appearance. She thought this way when she invited this sister to have a drink later.

The old housekeeper felt his face burning with pain.

He was almost going crazy.

The mind is completely blank.

How to describe this feeling?

It's like a pet that has always been obedient suddenly jumps up and bites you.

The point is not how painful this bite is, the point is that the pet actually started to resist!

This is something he absolutely cannot tolerate!

"Everyone!"

The old housekeeper stood in front of the girl, blocked her with his body, and then said to the school director and King Solomon.

"My young lady is not sensible. She accidentally made a mistake. This vote was originally for approval, but it doesn't count. It doesn't count. I'm applying for a new one..."

Wow!

A cup of coffee was poured on his head.

The rest of the old housekeeper's words were stuck in his throat and he stopped abruptly.

His well-kempt hair and the collar of his expensive shirt were all stained with coffee, and his face was disfigured, embarrassed and funny.

"Sorry, sorry."

The husky stood up quickly and bowed to him.

"I'm not sensible, my hand slipped, it was a mistake, it was a mistake!"

He scratched the smooth back of his motorcycle helmet and chuckled.

It's just that his sincerity is not the same in the eyes of onlookers.

Anyone with long ears can hear that Husky is obviously mocking. What he said is exactly the same as what the old butler said before, without any modification. Even though you are like this, you still look like you are sincerely admitting your mistake. Tsk, tsk, I owe you an Oscar. A little golden man.

The old housekeeper was trembling all over. He was angry. How long had it been? How long had it been since he had been insulted like this?

He almost roared and wanted to beat up that damn motorcycle brat. This was the most solemn place in the mixed-race society, and yet he was humiliated so much. The old housekeeper could imagine that the mixed-race world would be the same after today. Why did you pass yourself on?

Look, that's the guy who had coffee thrown in his face at the hearing.

no! Can't! He will never allow such a future to happen!

The old housekeeper desperately wanted to do something.

He had to undo this.

Yes, save it all!

Almost instantly, he immediately thought of a solution.

The old housekeeper turned around and said respectfully to the girl behind him.

"Miss, some people here are too rude. I'm worried that staying here will damage your reputation, so please leave with me."

Although he used respectful words, the old butler's tone was not respectful at all. To be precise, he was almost giving orders to the girl.

A steward giving orders to his master.

This scene made countless mixed-race people frown.

Including Frost.

As a powerful mixed-race family, Gattuso has extremely strict rules. If the old butler does this in Gattuso, Frost's unique method is to make him realize his mistake and finally seek relief.

Among Gattuso's methods of punishment, death is only the most insignificant one.

The female noble no longer waved her peacock feather fan, and her beautiful eyes were full of disgust.

Sister, it’s true, what should I do with this kind of housekeeper? After all, he is still young and too soft-hearted. Otherwise, I can help and deal with this person.

She thought lightly.

But there are people who move much faster than her.

The husky swung his arms and walked forward, and at the same time he was still flexing his muscles and muscles. He took a good look at the old housekeeper's back, and it seemed that he was ready to do something cruel.

It was also at this time.

"Please leave."

the girl said.

The husky made a move.

The mixed-breeds also looked surprised.

The old housekeeper couldn't believe his ears.

What did he hear!

The old housekeeper stood there blankly, saying nothing for a long time.

The girl raised her head and looked directly at him.

"I said."

This is the second time. She has become more proficient and has more confidence in what she says.

Maybe the girl finally realized why she was held hostage by the housekeeper. The head of the house was her, and she could only be her. As for the housekeeper, he didn't have to be this person.

"Please leave."

"how."

"Are you too old to understand words?"

Two whistles sounded at the same time, and the two whistles were so synchronized that they gave the illusion that they sounded like one whistle.

Husky and Fingel looked at each other, tears welling up in the corners of their eyes. They didn't expect to meet Ji Yin in such a serious and boring place. It was... so touching!

They nodded in unison, "Very good," and ended the meeting to eat together.

At the same time, they secretly made up their minds. For the sake of finally meeting such a harmonious soulmate, they had to let each other do anything for this meal. Give each other a chance. We are thoughtful.

With this thought, their eyes looked at each other softer. If there were no roosters and yellow paper here, they would probably have a sworn marriage on the spot.

The old butler probably couldn't accept this reality. He actually reached out to grab the girl's arm while still talking.

"Miss, you are too hasty. The master will be disappointed if you do this. I must..."

His hand was blocked.

Percy lowered his head slightly, with his hanging bangs covering one eye. He stood there quietly, giving the impression that he was like Sebastian in Black Butler, a butler who is actually a devil, full of sinful elegance.

The girl was obviously frightened. She really didn't expect that the person who had watched her grow up would actually show such a terrifying side to her.

"never mind."

Patsy said softly.

The girl looked at his strange-colored eyes and nodded silently.

"I think this lady has made it very clear."

When facing the old housekeeper, Patsy was like a prince from a fairy tale, neither humble nor arrogant.

"She wants you to leave."

"so."

He pointed straight at the door.

"please."

The old butler gritted his teeth. He looked at Patsy with red eyes. Damn it, this guy in front of him was obviously just a secretary and had no prominent background. Why would he put so much pressure on him?

The old butler wanted to resist Patsy forcefully, but in the end he just stopped at the stage of imagination. Before taking action, he still flinched and took the initiative to look away and look elsewhere.

At the same time, a strong sense of humiliation surged into his heart. He wished he could fight this damn secretary, wished he could kill him, could not wait, could not wait...

However, the old housekeeper discovered helplessly that he did not dare.

"You're not leaving, right?"

The husky came up and held one of his arms.

"Brother, be gentle. Old man, please be considerate."

"It's normal to have bad legs and feet."

Fingel picked him up around the waist.

"Look, your legs and feet are bad and you can't walk. Let's help you."

Husky was obviously shocked by Fingel's genius idea.

As expected of a close friend!

One of them carried the waist and the other carried the legs, ignoring the resistance, and enthusiastically escorted the old man out of the auditorium.

Perhaps this is what the Far East means by helping the old lady cross the road. The sense of accomplishment of doing good deeds is really fascinating. The so-called roses given to others have lingering fragrance in their hands. I just hope that this old man will not thank Fingel and the two too much. After all, these This is what they should do.

The mixed-breeds looked at each other, not knowing who was taking the lead. At first there was just sporadic applause, but soon the applause became one. In just an instant, the hearing turned into a sea of ​​joy.

Some people even looked at Fingel with admiration. They didn't expect that Kassel's paparazzi king, the worst of the worst, would actually do some human work one day.

Liveliness belongs to those who stand in the sun, and shadows only need loneliness.

Few people noticed Patsy's movements. It seemed like he was just distracted. He had returned behind Frost, standing quietly as if he had never moved from beginning to end.

Of course, there are only very few people, not absolutely no one.

For example, Caesar.

He didn't applaud, and sat quietly, his eyes always falling on Patsy.

For a moment, Percy seemed to be aware of the gaze. He raised his head and looked at Caesar.

Then he quickly lowered his head.

He moved quickly as if this glance was just an illusion.

But Caesar didn't think this was an illusion.

"interesting."

Not long after, Fingel and Husky walked back arm in arm, talking and laughing along the way. It made people curious to think about what they had gone through in such a short time, and how their relationship was so good. ?

The two people bumped fists and each returned to their positions.

The husky was in a good mood, and he was still humming. After sitting down, he first said hello to the girl and raised his thumb. If he took off his helmet, he would definitely have a bright smile on his face.

The girl blushed and bit her lip.

""I did it. "

she says.

The husky nodded and stretched out his hands this time, both with thumbs up.

It was then that he finally realized something was wrong.

Why is everyone looking at me?

The husky looked around cautiously.

It was his good brother Fingel who reminded him.

The voting on the big screen is still going on, except for the empty seats, the only one missing is him.

The husky finally reacted and quickly found the button.

The atmosphere in the auditorium became relaxed.

Anyone can guess what this person's tendencies are.

The old monk had closed his eyes tightly.

You don’t need to look at the results to know the results.

But Frost is not him. Even if he fails, Frost, as Gattuso, must witness it with his own eyes.

So, he saw it.

+1 for agreeing.