Edge of the Apocalypse

On Thursday afternoon, Allen had just finished a class of basic mathematics, and his little head almost burst into numbers. At dusk, a large area of ​​golden sunlight poured down from the sky, bathing the entire college in a divine radiance. The towering minarets, circular domes and buttress carvings are wonderfully combined into a beautiful picture in the light of the setting sun, allowing Alan’s nerves that are almost screaming pressed by various formulas and numbers to relax and soothe .

He stretched, leaned on the stone fence and took a deep breath. The air smelled of early autumn, and the gradual yellow leaves of the sycamore trees remind people that the golden autumn is coming.

"Allen!"

Several voices shouted his name, Allen had no choice but to pull his mind from the incomparably beautiful world back to reality. The bright red pupils were reflected by a few teenagers of the same age, all of them at the same level. Although they weren't from Bethkod's high-ranking celebrities, they dared to make friends because Allen's external status was just a side branch, and the status of these teenagers was almost the same.

If they were direct children like Adele, even if Adele was willing to accept them, they would not do it. Class is one reason, another reason is that the sensitive self-esteem of the teenagers does not allow themselves to do so. The teenagers did not want to have a superior friend, and walked under his brilliance and shadow ever since.

By the time he was willing to ingratiate himself with the rich and powerful and climb up unscrupulously, he had already lost a heart of innocence.

Allen is not the kind of long-sleeved dancer, and his social aspect is an obvious shortcoming. In the previous family management course, the instructor mentioned that every participant in family management must take social activities as a job to complete and do their best. It doesn't matter whether it is an individual or a family. Its own strength is always ranked first, and at the same time, it needs some allies.

That instructor said: "No matter what height you position these friends at, one more friend is better than one more enemy, right?"

This sentence was quite touching for Allen, so he started to make some changes consciously. For example, a kind smile, or a simple greeting. And all this quickly won him several so-called "friends". Of course, his identity is also an important factor here.

Among a few friends, Josh’s family Wims has been active in recent years, moving around in many ways, and is expected to jump from an ordinary nobleman to a famous celebrity. Therefore, among these teenagers, Josh, who has beautiful white teeth, always becomes the focus. What's more, this young man is listed as the heir of the family. Although the ranking is low, this identity alone is much more noble than the others.

Including Allen, who is just a side branch, so when Josh took the initiative to answer to Allen, the boy couldn't think of any reason for rejection. As a result, Allen naturally joined their circle, only slightly different from what Josh expected. Allen is not willing to make friends because of his identity, but just to change himself and make himself work towards a qualified family manager.

If Josh knew Alan’s true starting point, he would be very annoyed.

"Ellen, how about going to the bar with us at night?" a teenager invited.

A boy with dark green hair also said: "Yes, Josh treats you, and I heard that there is a higher chance of having an amorous encounter in a bar."

Josh laughed and scolded: "So our little Ough is still a boy."

The teenagers burst into laughter, and Allen did not refuse the invitation. He hasn't been to the bar before, it's just a social event, he said to himself.

As night fell, when Allen got off the taxi, he saw the sign of the bar. The shop sign uses colored light tubes to piece together a pattern of a big tree, underneath it the words "Old Oak Bar".

"How come here? I thought I was going to twilight." Behind Allen, the young man named Ogg complained.

Other teenagers also looked disappointed, and Josh was rather embarrassed. He naturally knows that Twilight is a good place, but since he has received funding from the family, he still can't splurge in a bar of the size of Twilight. What's more, there is a special reason for choosing the old oak bar tonight.

"Listen to me." Josh coughed dryly: "What's so good about a soft place like twilight? Although the specifications of the old oak tree are not as good as it, you don't know, the women here are very enthusiastic!"

Hearing what he said, the other teenagers gave up and swarmed into the bar.

Pushing open the oak door of the bar, a scent of smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol, and with a little dampness and gloom, made Allen frowned. The grade of Old Oak seems to be better than those surface bars that Allen has been to, but it is far behind bars like Saber and Twilight. Old oak entertains mostly civilians, and everywhere you see two or three drunk men shouting loudly, punching and drinking. There are also members of certain hunting groups. They occupy some corners of the bar, drinking silently, or talking in low voices, and occasionally there is a chuckle.

On the stage of the bar, three **** and enchanting girls are dancing pole dancing, attracting drinkers to throw tips on the stage frequently, just to make the girls' performance more enthusiastic.

This is a complicated place, with all kinds of people. Obviously it was not a place patronized by the noble children of Josh, so when the brightly dressed teenagers squeezed into the bar, they attracted frequent attention. But Josh and others didn't care, especially Oug, who squeezed to the stage to watch the pole dance.

"Give each of us a beer!" Josh led the crowd to the bar, knocking on the bar pretendingly.

A bartender behind the bar said cheerfully: "Please wait, a few masters."

Not long after, a few large glasses of ale were brought to Allen and them. Alan tasted it, bitter and astringent, a far cry from the beer in the blazing bar in Sanger. But Josh was very excited, and everyone drank half a cup. When you drink wine, you will naturally talk a lot, and the topics discussed by the teenagers cannot be separated from their family or a certain woman they have been to. As for whether they are still the first brothers or have become men, only they know.

Soon, their topic began to shift from which beautiful girl or **** female tutor in school to the woman in the bar. To be honest, there are indeed a lot of women in the bar, in addition to the drinkers, more of them are the waitresses. Their uniforms are all low-cut short skirts. When they lie down or bend down, they can always see something under the neckline or skirt.

Men always put a tip on their neckline, and then reach out and rub a hand on the thigh or butt. Even some tips were enough, so the waitress smiled and pulled the guests to some dark corners of the bar.

When the teenagers were drinking, a waitress walked by. Josh pretended to be generous and stuffed a few small bills into the woman's neckline, and then reached into the skirt under her legs and touched it. The woman was funny and angry, and snorted: "Little ghosts who have not yet grown their hairs, they also follow other people to come here to mess around."

After talking, I went there with a smile, and the boys looked at me and I looked at you, and then they laughed.

"Oug, look there." After drinking another glass of low-quality ale, Josh bumped his elbow on his companion next to him: "That's the best."

Josh pointed to a table not far away from them. There were four or five young people sitting at that table. One of them was a young woman with short hair and sharp facial features. Wearing a short leather skirt and an open coat, only a black tube top is tied inside, exposing a large area of ​​white flesh. The slender waist without excess fat has a graceful curve, and the tall buttocks are wrapped in a pair of denim shorts. The legs that extend from the trousers are long and white, and a dagger tied to the outside of the thigh adds a bit of wildness to the woman.

Seeing her, Oge couldn't help licking his lips. At this time, the girl also noticed their side. Seeing Oge looking at herself, Female Lang raised her **** and said: "What are you looking at, kid, go home and drink milk."

The companions next to her laughed.

This made Oge’s face hot, and Josh even snorted: "A pariah, dare to be so presumptuous! Oug, you can’t take her down tonight~www.readwn.com~Don’t say you are. The young master of the Lawrence family."

Oge jumped up and poured a glass of wine into his stomach. Then he slapped the wine glass to the bar and said, "Look at me."

Alan frowned, in his eyes. Those young people, including the short-haired girl, all have a powerful glow on their bodies. The flow of fluorescent light has a certain pattern, which is a sign that a circuit has been constructed. Obviously they are all engravers, even low-level engravers. But once a conflict arises, it is not something Josh can handle.

After all, even with Ellen, there are only two engravers among them. The other one is Josh. As for the teenagers of Oge, they are only source powers ranging from level five to six, and together they are not enough to be a random opponent.

"Oug, don't make trouble."

As the boy walked past him, Allen stretched out his hand and pulled him. Oge didn't appreciate it at all, and threw Alan's hand away and said: "You know what a shit, that **** is provoking our dignity. If there is no response, we are nobles!"

Alan's face became cold, and his eyes were unpleasant. After all, he didn't have a deep friendship with these teenagers, and the friendship between them was not so heavy that he could advance and retreat together, and live and die together. If it was Lucy or Regis, Allen would have no hesitation. As for Josh or Ogg, if you don't hear anything, the life and death of these young people is not his business at all.

Oug had already stepped forward, and put his hand on the shoulder of the millet-haired girl: "Know who I am? I am Oug, Oug Lawrence! Woman, I am fond of you, you should be happy. As long as You make me happy, and I will give you whatever you want."

Josh smiled silently, and Oge triumphantly blinked back at them. Allen shook his head and turned to drink for himself. He was almost certain that Ogg's stubborn words would not have any effect at all.