Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 361 The Mysterious School Manager

Lu Mingfei looked back at Fingel.

This guy sat there with a big sword, arrogant as if he was the protagonist of this hearing.

Sensing Lu Mingfei's gaze, Fingel circled his thumb and index finger and made an OK gesture. At the same time, he smiled with everything under control, and he was extremely confident.

Lu Mingfei looked away.

Before the hearing resumed, a few of them held a meeting. Fingel, who always only knew how to nod, mentioned something unprecedented. He said that the school board might use Norma to make a fuss, after all, it is an artificial intelligence life form , no one knows how much damage can be caused in the modern era where information is the weapon, but don't worry.

Fingal was triumphant.

"The great Mr. Fingel has already dealt with Norma. No matter what schemes the school board may have, they will definitely not succeed. Don't worry!"

At that time, Lu Mingfei still believed his nonsense, and asked curiously how Fingel did it. Since the target is an artificial intelligence life form, did he use some kind of superb hacking technology?

"Hacker? No no no."

Fingel shook his fingers inscrutablely.

"Where does the great me need to be so troublesome."

Lu Mingfei became even more curious.

"Then you are..."

Fingel snorted proudly.

He said in the lonely tone of a master.

"Beauty trick."

Lu Mingfei felt that he would believe this guy's nonsense, and there was something wrong with him.

It's just that the hearing has developed to this point, and it actually confirmed Finger's words. The school board targeted Norma,

Yuanwu Academy is based on Norma, and the school board wants to take back the ownership of Yuanwu Academy, which means they have to attack Norma.

So Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered Fingel's words.

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

Um, like, handsome guy?

He was dubious, 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 cast their gazes on Fingel.

Fingal was overjoyed.

I almost turned my nose up to the sky.

Look, look, what is clever calculation, what is strategizing, my uncle is usually called hidden clumsy, today I will show my hand a little bit, what, you are scared!

"Norma, switch the war personality."

"Yes."

The soft female voice turned into chill, like cold iron.

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

"Eva, stand by."

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

"let us start."

Lu Mingfei slowly glanced at Fingel.

At the same time, there are Chu Zihang with a blank face and Caesar with a half-smile.

Fingel, who was stunned, came back to his senses after a while, and smiled awkwardly at the three of them, and kept wiping himself sweat.

Didn't you say it's done?What about your beauty plan?Now Norma is replaced by EVA, what do you do?
Just, is it 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. Valkyrie.

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

Could it be to prevent Fingel from using beauty tricks?

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Put this guy's beauty trick aside, 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 to the campus secretary Norma who tends to deal with daily administrative affairs , EVA is definitely more aggressive.

But the war must have an object, a person is called self-mutilation, the school board will use EVA when it is about to vote, the meaning is already obvious.

Guard me?
Lu Mingfei smiled.

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

During his presidency of the Kassel Martial Academy, he browsed a lot of information, including the Secret Party's Hall of Valor plan, but Lu Mingfei only flipped through it roughly, and only a few people knew the details. Even so, He also had a general impression of the so-called Hall of Valor project, which is a huge project that has lasted for several centuries. Even Lu Mingfei was stunned by it. He couldn't help thinking, maybe, even if he didn't bring Kyushu Martial Art appeared, and the secret party also had a way to survive the end of 2012.

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

Lu Mingfei noticed a pair of eyes focused on himself.

There is Chu Zihang, there is Kaiser, and there are many students of mixed race.

You don't need to look to know the meaning of these gazes.

They are asking themselves, should they do it.

Although it was not put on the table, Lu Mingfei was very aware of the subtext of the students in the scene in front of the dormitory three days ago. As long as he wants, the students can rise up and follow him to rebel against the school board and overthrow the old order in Kassel , establish a student self-government committee, and manage yourself from now on, and what about your school board.

The school board should also have seen the thoughts of these students. After all, young people's minds are best guessed. Perhaps, this is the reason why they use the war personality EVA.

Not only the students, but even the professors and school directors were secretly watching Lu Mingfei.

They wanted to see what this S-rank would do and choose.

On the contrary, Angers still looks like an old god, leisurely and contented, as if this is not a serious occasion witnessed by the Abrahamic blood deed, but the golden hall in Vienna. Angers is just a spectator, watching from the perspective of an outsider, and never participate.

Lu Mingfei moved.

He pressed his hand, slowly and firmly.

The meaning is obvious.

Take it easy.

The originally tense atmosphere eased.

The tensed backs of the half-races also relaxed.

To be honest, they were still a little disappointed.

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

Although they eased the tyranny brought about by dragon blood after practicing martial arts, warriors are not self-cultivation. You guys, what kind of disposition they are, can be imagined.

It's a pity that there was no fight, but since it was Master Lu's decision, they followed suit.

Schneider, who taught the play, nodded slightly. Perhaps the students themselves didn't realize that during half a year of high-intensity martial arts practice, they have gradually completed the transformation from a loose college student to a forbidden fighter. This is what Schneider is very happy to see. Yes, since he is a dragon slayer, he must have the appearance of a soldier. He has always thought so, but unfortunately the stubborn Anger has his own theory. Compared with that stubborn old man, Schneider prefers Lu Mingfei.

Although the S-class is always laughing and joking on weekdays, Schneider can tell that this young man has a strong military atmosphere.

Those who have served in the army will bear the imprint of the army, and it will not disappear after many years. What's more, what shaped Lu Mingfei was not the army in the peaceful era, but the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers.

Lu Mingfei didn’t care about the Abrahamic Bloodline Deed. To be honest, maybe this book has a decisive authority in the mixed race society, but Lu Mingfei’s heart is a warrior, not a mixed race. He doesn’t believe in the Abrahamic Bloodline Deed. This book witnesses what happened, he will still do it when he should do it, without any ambiguity.

Just, not necessary.

The vote of the school board has not yet ended, but he wants to see what these privileged people think, whether people like Frost and the old monk are the majority or the minority.

Lu Ming is not in a hurry, his inhuman cultivation is his confidence, he is calm enough to face everything.

All the eyes of the mixed races were focused on the board of directors.

It's just that I never thought that voting was an accident from the very beginning.

The person who came forward was Passy, ​​who read out the Secret Party decree and temporarily deprived Angers of the right to vote.

As the principal of Kassel, Anger also has the title of honorary school director. He has the right to vote, but unlike the other six seats, the voting rights of honorary school directors are limited. If the proposal involves himself, he needs to avoid it.

Although this proposal talks a lot about Kyushu Martial Arts, there are still two people in it, Lu Mingfei and Anger. Without Lu Mingfei, there would be no martial arts academy, and without Anger's support, Lu Mingfei would not be possible. With the corresponding authority, Kassel can have the current situation because of the joint action of the two.

If you avoid it, just avoid it. Angers spread his hands, and there was no negative emotion on his face. He was even smiling, as he did at the first hearing three days ago.

Frost hated Angers expression very much, as if nothing could surprise this man, if he could, he really wanted to see Angers panicked, it must be interesting, interesting enough to drink.

Did you prepare for something?

Frost scanned the chairs at the long table.

Old monk, noblewoman, husky, girl...

And the last empty seat.

Frost voted yes.

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

The big screen displays seven stone chairs, each with a coat of arms representing their identity. The fallen angel is Gattuso, and the rotten world tree is Principal Kassel. There is only one chair that is the most special. 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 is the beginning of the establishment of the Secret Party."

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

Lu Mingfei squinted, turned to look at the vice principal who was leaning on the wooden railing, hey, hey, this is a hearing, it’s such a serious occasion, you can just sleep, walk around freely if you don’t panic, and come here to visit, what are you doing? What are you doing, didn't you see that King Solomon's face turned green?

The vice-principal was still doing his own thing, leaning against the railing in an extremely cool pose, as if it wasn't a railing at all, but a multimillion-dollar sports car.

"Xiao Mingfei, do you know the history of the Secret Party?"

"I learned it in history books."

"Tsk, history books."

The vice principal curled his lips in disdain.

"Forget those things that coax children, listen to me."

Is this... a secret?
Lu Mingfei is indeed curious, but he is not as unreliable as the vice-principal. Lu Mingfei has not forgotten where this place is. I don’t know how many mixed races participated in the hearing. There is also an Abrahamic blood deed on it. Even if you think about it with your knees, you can know it Well, this is not the occasion for a secret.

However, Lu Mingfei noticed a strange phenomenon.

Obviously the vice-principal was chatting with him, and he acted as if he was listening to his grandfather telling the secrets of the past. You know, the secrets that can be revealed from the mouth of this master alchemist are not small at all, but here is the strange thing, Lu Mingfei I was surprised to find that neither the students nor the professor seemed to be listening. Their attention was attracted by the school board. At most, they just glanced at the vice-principal, and then 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, so it wasn't that they were not interested, but they couldn't hear it at all. The alchemy matrix isolated the internal and external sounds, allowing the secret to exist only in this small space.

This is... when did it happen?

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

As far as this guy's appearance is concerned, it's always easy for people to overlook his identity as a master alchemist. Perhaps this is what is often said about being a master by appearance.

"Oh, you're looking at this."

Following Lu Mingfei's gaze, the vice principal glanced at the alchemy matrix on the ground.

He pouted.

"Think about it Xiao Mingfei, how many years have I been in the clock tower, do you think I just watch westerns every day and do nothing?"

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

He pointed to the vacant seat on the school board.

"If there was no such person, there would be no Kassel today."

"The half-bloods say that the secret party is a bunch of lunatics, and they don't care about anything just to slay the dragon. If you have a chance, Xiao Mingfei, you should really go to the secret party headquarters. The tombstone in the courtyard is like Amazon rain. The ten-meter-high stele, Xiao Mingfei, who do you think is buried under it?"

said the vice principal.

"It's not a hero, it's not a leader. There are too many heroes who have died in the history of the secret party, and in the end it's just one in the forest of steles."

"Those steles more than ten meters high are buried with families."

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

"Cassel is still good, at least there is a university left behind, so that it will not be completely forgotten by future generations."

"How many families' surnames and their coats of arms have disappeared into history, and no one will ever know about them."

The vice-principal sighed.

At this time, he who said these words was a bit sad and disappointed, and he was completely different from the usual bad old man.

"So, Xiao Mingfei."

"Aren't you curious?"

"How did the secret party continue to carry on such a dangerous job of slaying dragons to this day?"

He glanced at Lu Mingfei.

"Of course it's because of insurance."

"That chair."

He pointed to the vacant seat on the school board.

"The secret party has been here since its inception."

"At that time, there was no Kassel, and Gattuso didn't know where it was. The American continent was still dominated by Indians. Occasionally, we could encounter monsters with dragon blood flowing in their bodies."

"It is here that the founders established the secret party."

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

"And among these people, there is a mysterious person. He doesn't belong to any family, and he can't find a trace of his past. He just appeared out of nowhere, showing great strength and incredible technology."

"He is the only lineage of the original founders of the secret party that has survived to this day."

"It is also the most special lineage."

"No one knows who he or they are, and they never attend the secret party's meetings. They only appear suddenly at the critical moment of the secret party's life and death, solve the crisis of the secret party, and then disappear."

"This vein is like the insurance of the secret party. It has been protecting the secret party from a long time ago, using their power to maintain the inheritance of the secret party until now."

"Some call them Guardians, others Charming Hands, and Candlelighters."

"And in the few records, they called themselves that."

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

What, once spoken, will affect the content of the past, present and future.

"Wanderer."

Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

The atmosphere has been enhanced here, I almost stopped breathing, what are you just saying... Youzi?
Please, vice principal, the faction you just mentioned is so powerful, it turns the tide again and 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 arbitrator of the multiverse court, or something like that.

What kind of wanderer is this, to be honest, isn't he a bit unqualified?
You want to say that time and space wanderers are almost the same, wandering, wandering, wait, wandering?

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

The vice-principal smiled gratifiedly.

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

Lu Mingfei pursed his lips.

As if to confirm, Lu Mingfei repeated in Chinese.

he asks.

"Wanderer?"

The vice principal nodded affirmatively.

"Yes."

He emphasized.

"In the records, people of this lineage are talking about wanderers"

"Chinese wanderer."

Lu Mingfei let out a breath.

He finally understood why the vice principal's previous attitude was so solemn.

In just two words, wanderer, the amount of information contained in it is too much.

Because this is Chinese.

Who would believe that one of the founders of the secret party, the most powerful dragon slaying organization in the western chaotic world, is actually an oriental.

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

The Easterners came to this distant land and met several like-minded dragon slayers. They took risks together, fought together and experienced life and death together, until finally, they founded an organization called the Secret Party together.

At the bonfire in the night forest, several young people cut open their palms with their own weapons, letting the blood flow.

The orange fire light illuminated the side face of one of them. He had black hair, black pupils, yellow skin, a tall and straight figure, and eyes like deep pools of ink.

And who is he?

Lu Mingfei was suddenly full of curiosity about the empty chair on the school board.

He or they join the secret party.

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

Listening to the vice principal's description, this branch is like a saint. Look at the members of the school board at the moment. They all want to get something from the secret party organization, but that branch doesn't have it. He doesn't attend meetings, he only appears when needed, and disappears after a crisis. He only pays unilaterally but never asks for anything in return. This is not 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 it. That lineage must have their purpose in doing so. If you want to know what a person wants, just look at what he has done.

And what did this thread do?

They are maintaining the inheritance of the secret party.

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought.

Could it be? It's not that complicated at all. Maintaining the inheritance of the secret party is their purpose.

In other words, for them, it is enough for them to pass on the secret party as an organization.

But what's the point?

Lu Mingfei stared at the missing emblem on the big screen.

A... square?
"Xiao Mingfei, do you know why I told you this?"

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

"Time is running out."

He sighed.

"In two years' time, the bell of doom will ring. This lineage protects the secret party until now. If there is anything they want, it is time to take it."

"Wait any longer, everything will 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, what they want, what they are waiting for, is already here."

Something seemed to cross Lu Mingfei's mind.

But it was gone in a flash, and before he reached out to grab it, it was gone.

The vice-principal turned around smartly, hugged his stomach, and said one last sentence before walking out of the range covered by the matrix.

"Go at ease, Xiao Mingfei."

"No one can stop you."

The vice principal waved his hand down vigorously.

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

"nobody!"

…………

The second vote on the school council is cast by noblewomen.

She covered the lower half of her face with a fan of peacock feathers, and her eyes were as clear as jewels.

"The action and decision-making ability of the S-level is admirable. I have also seen the changes in Kassel in the past six months. He has done a good job. I don't think another person can do better than him."

"What's more, martial arts is originally an S-level technology. Even if it is used to suppress people in the name of righteousness, it is just a bandit's act after all. At best, it is just a good look."

"so."

She blinked, and looked at Frost unnecessarily.

"I object."

The comparison of 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 yes button heavily.

The number of votes on the big screen jumped, and two votes were in favor.

So far, it's all within everyone's expectations.

The tendency of Frost's old monk and female nobles is basically a bright card.

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

The eyes of the mixed-races were focused on the girl who was sitting upright. Although she pretended not to care, everyone could see the nervousness of this girl. Her body was probably too tense, and she would jump up if she just poked her.

I don't know what she is nervous about.

As for the other one.

The gazes of the mixed races 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?

Huskies are also very nervous, and they are no better than girls. As we all know, many people want to drink water when they are nervous, and he is the same, but our school manager seems to have forgotten the fact that he is still wearing a helmet, so the coffee cup When it collided with the mask again, the bang was really crisp.

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

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

Frost didn't pay attention to this episode. He cast his eyes on the butler standing behind the girl. The old butler nodded with a little respect in his movements.

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

The girl looked embarrassed, and she hesitated to say a few words, but it was useless. It seemed that the old butler's attitude was very firm and quite tough. The girl bit her lip weakly, and finally lowered her head.

she said quietly.

"I see."

The old butler nodded in satisfaction. He stood up again, restored 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 corner of the old butler's mouth. He enjoyed this feeling very much. The high-ranking Gattuso acting owner had to trade with him and needed his help, which fully satisfied his desire. A sense of accomplishment, although his identity is only the housekeeper 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, so it is inevitable that he lacks consideration when making decisions. If he does something that harms the interests of the family, it will be terrible, so the old steward must stand up. He believes that this is his own mission, even if it is not understood by outsiders. I don't hesitate.

The old butler 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 eyes, the girl's white hand decisively pushed aside, which was... the object button.

The big screen updates the voting data in real time. The current number of votes is two in favor and two against with zero abstentions.

draw.

The old monk's hand was strong, and the rosary beads fell to the ground with a splash, bouncing and bouncing, and the 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 judged each other. When facing the unexpected situation, the old monk was far less determined than Frost.

Frost glanced at the old butler behind the girl. The surprise on this man's face couldn't be faked. Frost believed his eyesight and sat in the position of Gattuso's acting head. He had seen enough people, but there were very few of them. 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 used to sit on that chair. He died in the ancient tomb. He heard that there was a third-generation statue sleeping there. the glory of the

Since he left, the young girl has always been the heir to the seat. Unfortunately, Frost can no longer find the shadow of his old friend from this weak girl, until today.

He suddenly re-examined this girl, by the way, what's her name?

Frost never remembers the names of useless people. After all, he is also surnamed Gattuso, with proud blood flowing in his body. Remembering the names of useless people is meaningless to Frost.

However, this girl's words...

"Passy."

"exist."

"Tell me what's her name."

The expression of the noblewoman was as if the ice had melted away. She rolled her eyes with a smile. The eye contact between the old butler and Frost was too unscrupulous before. Looking at the girl's timid look, she still sighed in her heart, thinking that this vote might be over. She didn't expect the girl who had always been obedient and even a little timid, to be so stubborn at a critical moment.

Yes, you should be like this, you can vote for whatever you want, this is your freedom, a mere housekeeper, who has the right to interfere with your decision.

The female aristocrat's eyes were soft, and she looked down on this child a little bit before, but she was wrong when she said it, judging people by their appearance, she thought so, buy this sister a drink later.

The old housekeeper felt a burning pain in his face.

He is almost going crazy.

The mind is completely blank.

How would you describe this feeling?
It's as if your pet, who has always been obedient, suddenly jumps up and bites you.

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

This is something he absolutely cannot tolerate!
"Everyone!"

The old butler stood in front of the girl, blocked her with his body, and then spoke to the school manager and King Solomon.

"My lady is not sensible, she accidentally touched it by mistake, this vote was originally in favor, it doesn't count, it doesn't count, I apply for a new..."

Whoa!

A cup of coffee was poured over his head.

The old butler's remaining words were stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly.

His well-manicured hair and expensive shirt collars were all stained with coffee, and his face was disfigured, embarrassed and funny.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry."

Husky quickly stood up and bowed to him.

"It's because I'm ignorant, my hand slipped, it's a mistake, it's a mistake!"

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

It's just that his sincerity is in the eyes of onlookers, but that's not the case.

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 changes at all, you still have a sincere face of admitting your mistake after this, tsk tsk, Oscar owes you A statuette.

The old butler was trembling all over, he was so angry, how long, how long has he not been insulted like this!

He was about to growl, wanting to beat up that damned motorcycle brat. This is the most solemn occasion in the mixed-race society, and it made him lose face so much. The old housekeeper can imagine that the mixed-race world will be a metropolis after today. How did you pass it on to yourself.

Look, that's the guy who got coffee splashed in the face at the hearing.

no!Can't!He absolutely does not allow such a future to happen!

The old butler desperately wanted to do something.

He must undo all this.

Yes, redeem it all!
Almost instantly, he immediately thought of a solution.

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

"Miss, some people here are too rude, I'm worried that staying any longer 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 ordering the girl.

A steward, giving orders to his master.

This scene made countless mixed races frown.

Including Frost as well.

As a powerful mixed-race family, Gattuso has extremely strict rules. If the old butler does this in Gattuso, Frost will have a way to make him realize his mistake and finally ask for a relief.

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

The noblewoman stopped shaking her peacock feather fan, her beautiful eyes were full of disgust.

My sister is also really, what is this kind of housekeeper doing? After all, he is still young and his heart is too soft. Otherwise, I will help and deal with this person.

She thought lightly.

But someone moved much faster than her.

The husky walked forward with his arms swung, and at the same time he was exercising his muscles, looking at the old housekeeper's back, and it seemed that he was going to be ruthless.

Also at this time.

"Please leave."

said the girl.

Huskies made a move.

The gazes of the mixed races were also surprised.

The old housekeeper couldn't believe his ears.

What did he hear!
The old butler stood there blankly, without saying a word for a long time.

The girl raised her head and looked directly at him.

"I say."

This is the second time, she is already proficient, and she has more confidence in her words.

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

"Please leave."

"how."

"Are you too old to understand?"

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

Huskies and Fingel glanced at each other, and tears welled up in the corners of their eyes. They didn't expect to meet Zhicao in such a serious and boring place. It's really... so touching!
They nodded at the same time, "Very good, let's have dinner together after the meeting."

At the same time, they secretly made up their minds, and for the sake of finally meeting such a close friend, they had to ask the other party to invite them for this meal. Give the other party a chance, what we thought was thoughtfulness.

With this thought, they looked at each other more softly, if it wasn't for the lack of roosters and yellow papers, they probably would have sworn brothers 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 in this way, I must..."

His hands were blocked.

Percy lowered his head slightly, and his drooping bangs covered one eye. He stood there quietly, giving the impression of Sebastian in Black Butler. He was the butler of the devil himself, full of sinful elegance.

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

"never mind."

Patsy said softly.

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

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

Facing the old housekeeper, Paxi was neither humble nor overbearing, like a prince walking out of a fairy tale.

"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 is obviously just a secretary, and he doesn't have a prominent background. Why would he put so much pressure on himself!
The old butler wanted to forcefully push Passy away, but in the end he just stopped at the stage of imagination. Before he took action, he flinched, took the initiative to look away, and looked elsewhere.

At the same time, a strong sense of humiliation welled up in his heart. He wished he could fight this damn secretary, kill him, wish he could...

However, the old housekeeper found out feebly that he didn't dare.

"Don't go, right?"

The husky came up and took one of his arms.

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

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

Fingel hugged him by the waist.

"Look, my legs and feet are bad and I can't walk. Let us help you."

The Huskies were clearly taken aback by Fingal's genius.

As expected of a bosom friend!
They hugged the waist and carried the legs, ignoring resistance, and enthusiastically sent the old man out of the auditorium.

Probably this is what the Far East said about helping the old lady cross the road. The sense of accomplishment of doing good deeds is really fascinating. The so-called gift of roses has a lingering fragrance in the hand. I just hope this old man will not thank Fingel too much. After all, these All they should do.

The mixed-races looked at each other, not knowing who was taking the lead. At first, there were only sporadic applause, and soon the applause became one. In just an instant, the hearing has become a sea of ​​joy.

Some people still look at Fingel with admiration. Unexpectedly, Kassel's king of paparazzi, the rotten person among the rotten people, will one day be able to do some human affairs.

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

Few people noticed Percy's movements, it seemed that he was just distracted, he had returned to Frost's back, as if he had not moved from the beginning to the end, standing quietly.

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

For example, Caesar.

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

For a moment, Percy seemed to be aware of the gaze, he raised his head, and met Caesar's gaze.

Then quickly lowered his head.

The movement was as quick as if the glance was just an illusion.

But Caesar didn't think this would be an illusion.

"interesting."

Not long after, Finger and Husky walked back shoulder to shoulder, talking and laughing along the way, and one couldn't help but wonder what they had experienced in such a short time, and how their relationship was so good ?

The two bumped their fists and returned to their respective positions.

The husky was in a good mood, and he was still humming. After sitting down, he first greeted the girl and raised his thumb. If he took off the helmet, it must be a bright smiling face.

The girl blushed and bit her lip.

""I did it. "

she says.

Husky nodded, and this time he stretched out his hands with thumbs up.

At this time, he finally realized that something was wrong.

Why is everyone looking at me?
Husky looked around cautiously.

Still good brother Fingal reminded him.

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

Husky finally reacted and hurried to find the button.

The atmosphere in the auditorium became relaxed.

Anyone can imagine what this tendency is.

The old monk closed his eyes tightly.

The result is known without looking.

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

So, he saw it too.

+1 for this.

(End of this chapter)