Inside the window, Jack put down the black book and lay down on the bed, as if he was tired of watching and wanted to sleep for a while, and the moment he closed his eyes, everything around him appeared in his mind, including the green bird in the tree outside the window.

Not for the first time.

This academy, as expected, is not so simple, just like those things, the source is probably not so simple.

The toxins on the monster's body have been repeatedly argued and analyzed by Jack, he can feel the same aura of black mist on it, but it does not have the same effect of assimilating the surroundings, is it missing something, or is it just a remnant of something?

It's better to get up close and personal with Hood.

Viscount Hood is a well-known philanthropist, his itinerary is very simple, he used to have to attend some galas and the like, trying to get more recognition from the aristocratic circle, but at this age, he has no wife and no children, and he is just a poor old man despite the gorgeous clothes brought by the knighthood money.

The scar on his face, which had separated almost the entire face, had faded over time, and with the addition of wrinkles and spots, he was now just a somewhat fierce old gentleman at first glance.

"You're a student at the Academy?"

Hood's gaze showed a slight scrutiny, he often hung out in this clubhouse, and many of the waiters in this clubhouse were young, but not necessarily students of Hood College.

"Yes, I am, I have heard of the reputation of adults for a long time, I am very grateful for everything that the academy has brought me, I hope to meet adults, I didn't expect to meet today, I am so lucky. ”

Jack made an effort to restrain his excitement, and was slightly panting as he spoke, as if he was out of breath because of nervousness.

He was wearing a waiter's costume, because of his age, his figure had not yet risen, this dress was a little big, and there were always some places that did not seem so suitable, making him look like a child who wore the wrong clothes and went to the wrong place.

But no one noticed this until he took the initiative to walk up to Hood and talk to him.

When they saw it at this time, they wouldn't feel strange, just a waiter, who would pay attention to see what the other party looked like.

"Why don't you have a class today?"

Hood asked with a smile, like the kindest of elders, with a slight smile on his face, even if his face did not look amiable because of this smile, but it did dilute a lot of the fierceness of the scar.

"Yes, I am an excellent student of the academy, I always feel that there are countless places to learn, but there are too few books in the academy, ah, I am not complaining, really, I just hope to be able to make more money with my own efforts, and the books I buy will also be able to enter the library of the academy after reading them, maybe there will be people who like them as much as I do. ”

Jack babbled, and the not-so-appropriate words seemed to be in his mood at this moment.

Hood smiled widely, motioning for Jack to sit across from him, a small flower hall that was half-open to the garden, and where there were several tables chatting and some laughter and words could be heard.

Except for the beginning, no one paid much attention to it at this time, and it was not too polite to stare at others in public.

"You're right, young people should have their own ideas, and be able to work them, and it seems that you are very good, and as far as I know, it is not so easy to get in, even if it is a waiter. ”

Hood smiled, but there was no difference in his words because Jack might be his grandson, and the old fox was not leaking, as if he was really meeting Jack for the first time.

Jack also laughed, embarrassed: "You're right, in fact, I don't have the qualifications to enter here to be a waiter, I'm just doing someone a favor, I hope you can also keep it a secret for this, I'm sure that many of them don't know what the person who really should wear this dress looks like." ”

"Eyes above the top" is said in such language, and the old and the young look at each other and smile, both with some secret pleasure.

Jack's hands were on the table, he seemed a little nervous, his fingers were always moving, and his fingers would tap on the table when they moved, making a sound that was not loud but difficult to ignore.

On the desktop, there is no trace left by the fingers, but there seems to be an invisible force to form a special pattern, in the pattern, every tap will make the opposite person subconsciously pay attention, on the retina, gestures and gestures interweave another pattern, making his eyes shine slightly.

"Yes, you're right, they're always like that, they don't seem to be annoying, the inside of the gorgeous skirts is torn underwear, you really haven't seen it, that kind of scene, it's just... I must have laughed so ungracefully..."

He is reminiscing about the events of his youth, even if he is fierce but also romantic, young and strong men will never give up their male instincts, and the sense of accomplishment that comes from conquest will always make them extremely confident.

"And then? Is that still the case after you have a son? I mean, you're a lot more mature. Jack didn't want to hear about the romances, and it didn't help him to hear Hood complain about what was going on under certain nobles.

He wanted to know where Hood got the source of the toxin, or what he was doing those experiments for? some active biotoxin, and unless he wanted the whole city to be left without a living person, the contagious toxin wouldn't increase his wealth or status.

It is not an adult's choice, nor will it be an old fox's choice.

"Yes, yes, but, what if you are mature? I have an immature son, I don't know where he learned about the existence of the extraordinary, he dreams of becoming an extraordinary, if he tells me, I will use my wealth and status, even if it is a cheating, I will find an extraordinary person for him to help, help my son pave the way, but, he didn't say, he didn't say anything..."

Hood's eyes were a little glazed, and his smile could no longer be maintained, it was a tragedy that he did not want to face in his life, his son, who somehow learned about some method of becoming extraordinary, rituals, and possibly certain medicines, and finally, turned into a monster, was discovered by the shepherds of the church, and was killed.

His son, the only son.

His wife, who could not recover from this incident, died of grief, and before she died, she cursed him from her hospital bed, cursing him for being a guy who had nothing but money, and she thought that her son's death was a tragedy caused by his incompetence and inability to help.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, if I'm more powerful, if I'm......"Hood now knows the rules of the nobility, if he were more powerful, the extraordinary would have to obey his orders, and the church would not be superior, see how they all grovel before the king, the king, like him, but just an ordinary man.

Jack's fingers changed a little faster, these were the parts he didn't want to hear, did he regret regretting his mental journey?

"And then, what did you do?"

He is like a curious listener, wanting to hear a story of a grassroots counterattack or a struggle to upgrade, with pure curiosity in his eyes.

At the door of the flower hall, someone came in, noticed that the waiter was sitting here, glanced at it, and saw that it was Viscount Hood who was talking about something in the curious and expectant eyes of the other party, and the eyes of obvious recollection seemed to be chatting very well.

Even if they knew, they didn't bother rashly, and went to another table instead, and quickly entered the topic.

He didn't notice that he hadn't heard anything Viscount Hood say as he passed the table, and that an invisible shield blocked out most of the sounds, giving a place for private conversation in public.

"I, I'm experimenting. Hood said without hesitation, and a fierce look appeared on his face again, "I found the Holy Grail, I found the ritual of summoning with the Holy Grail, I will let everything go back to that time, I will..."

The old man was saying "I will" repeatedly, but his voice gradually lowered, he had too many things to do, but before "will", he needed to do more, such as... He suddenly raised his hand to cover his forehead, his face was pale, and the sweat on his forehead burst out, quickly forming beads of sweat the size of beans and dripping down, like a rain.

Oops, what's going on?

Jack looked shocked, and while standing up, he slapped his hands on the table heavily, slapping away the invisible pattern on it, and in the next moment, he let go of the spiritual power shield that shrouded the two of them, and shouted: "My lord, my lord, what's wrong with you?"

The events in the flower hall quickly attracted the attention of those around him, and by this time, Hood's condition had become even worse, he threw up his head and spurted a mouthful of blood, his eyes staring at the ceiling, and his body convulsed.

"I'm a doctor, don't move, don't touch him yet!"

The gentleman who had come in on the way came to check on him with a loud voice, and he did not have a stethoscope with him, and quickly unfastened Hood's collar, and listened to his heartbeat, and a lot of the blood was on his clothes, so that the doctor looked up with a lot of bright red on his face.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

The manager of the clubhouse also came, and he took a few attendants, and before the others could gather, beckoned the attendants to lift Hood up and lay him flat on the ground, as the doctor had commanded, and there was already a blanket laid out for some members who were afraid of the cold.

In the midst of the chaos, Jack stood there watching, his face anxious.

The club is specially opened for the wealthy, and the corresponding facilities are very good, and the sudden unexpected situation only tests their adaptability, and the manager ordered them to go down, and soon someone went to call the deacon of the church, hoping that the other party could help in this regard.

"You need to get Viscount Hood to the hospital as soon as possible, the role of medical equipment is clearer, and a specialist can solve more problems. ”

The doctor wiped the blood from his face and said with a little helplessness that he was unwilling to do to rob patients from the church, but the classification of this matter in his education was obviously more inclined to the hospital.

The manager nodded and smiled at him and said, "Yes, yes, you're right, but in this case, I can only choose the recent, you know, the church is the recent." ”

Of course, in this city, there are churches in every street, and the churches are competing with each other to keep their herders too far from the gods.

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