Yuralia says:

"I don't think it's a good topic to talk about in public, so let's find a place to talk about it. ”

Hervin smiled:

"Do you suspect that I killed Abbas?"

Juralia shook her head and said:

"No, on the contrary, I suspect that someone is maliciously slandering you and wants to clear your name. ”

Hewen was curious:

"Why do you want to help me? You don't like Veronica?"

Yuralia's voice suddenly deepened:

"Please be careful not to question my feelings for Veronica, Mr. Hervin, I sincerely hope that this will happen only once. ”

It was clear that the girl was serious, but that made it all the more strange for Hevin, for none of the Veronica admirers he had met before would be so polite, and they were as hostile to him as if they had been under a spell.

"If you like Veronica too, then why help me?"

Eulalia's answer made Hervin feel like he had gone back eight hundred years.

"This is the responsibility of the aristocracy. ”

"Are you responsible for this?"

Yuralia did not hide it at all and said:

"The Roshetton and Richard you saw earlier were members of my association, and it was they who approached Abbas to meet you with them, so that his death affected your reputation, and they are my subordinates, so I should bear the responsibility for their mistakes. ”

Hewen was silent for a while before he said:

"It's an old custom. ”

Yuralia agreed:

"Most modern people have forgotten and abandoned the noble spirit, but our family has always adhered to this responsibility and glory, and there may be many people who think that my behavior is stupid and backward, but only I know what the noble spirit really brings me. ”

Hervin agreed:

"It's always easier to give up something than to stick to something, isn't it?"

Juralia continued:

"I'd love to invite you to my association right now, but if you don't want to, you can make an appointment at a time and place at my own expense. ”

Hewen said politely:

"Maybe you can go to my residence. ”

Yuralia frowned, and her impression of Hervin dropped again:

"Private accommodation, well, please lead the way. ”

Even she deliberately only listed her private territory as an option, and gave the initiative of address and time to Hewen, originally she hoped that Hewen could give a fair place for both parties, but she didn't expect him to say this.

Whether she wants to use her private space to oppress her, or she is thinking about something more disgusting, Yuralia will not be afraid or retreat, and the aristocratic spirit they have adhered to for generations is not only politeness and responsibility.

If threatened, they will immediately draw their swords and muskets to entertain their enemies.

Juralia remained vigilant and followed Herwin through the school, and although she had already learned Hevin's address from Mashewdon, as their place became more and more remote and uninhabited, Juralia couldn't help but feel a little worried.

'Relax, Yularia, look at this middle-aged man's loose body, he doesn't look like a martial arts expert at all, and you've been practicing hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship, and riding since you were a child, and ordinary men can easily subdue two or three of them. ’

But then she also thought about Abbas's tragic situation, what if Hervin was really the murderer? What if he subdued Abbas with his own hands and brutally killed him? Is such a murderer really unable to deal with himself?

No, if you think about it, so many people have seen him leave the classroom with Professor Hewen, and the people of the Nighthawk Society know that he came to see Hewen, and if he was smart enough, he wouldn't do it to himself.

"Here we are. Hervin interrupted Yuraria's scare of herself.

Mr. Noble took a deep breath, and in front of him was an ordinary two-story bungalow, with no murder mechanism and no evil cave.

Although she felt a little guilty about falling into fantasy just now, it was a cowardly crime.

But she forgave herself, after all, she was only a nineteen-year-old girl, and it was still easy to be aroused by instinctive fear when she walked through a gloomy poplar forest next to someone who might have been a murderer.

The aristocratic spirit learned from an early age also involves accurately recognizing one's own mistakes, accepting it, and then forgiving oneself.

She met a little girl, a girl she loved very much.

She shook her head with all her might, shaking the image of Hora out of her head, her heart belonging to only one person.

Herwin touched Hara's head and handed her the chocolate gift box that she had bought in the city center before class.

He walked up to the wine cabinet:

"I like to have a drink while we're talking, don't you mind?"

Juralia glanced around the wine cabinet, this action was originally just out of politeness, and when she refused like this, she at least showed that she seemed to take a serious look, Jularia didn't believe that someone like Hervin could collect any good wine.

Then she stopped over a bottle of plainly packaged wine.

She asked incredulously:

"Is that genuine? Elder Manor wine?"

Hewen took out the bottle and proudly introduced:

"That's right, and it's the one from 1873, sent to me by a good friend. ”

Yuralia nodded imperceptibly, longing for wine and suspicion colliding in her heart.

As Herwin sobered up, the aroma began to spread throughout the room, and Yuralia confirmed that it was indeed genuine.

She's going to take her word back, maybe Herwin is a bad person, but at least there's a good drink.

However, she was also surprised that Hervin was able to collect this kind of fine wine, but she did not realize that this quality of wine should not be easily collected by a folklorist, let alone a category that could be taken out casually to entertain guests.

Although the aristocratic life is very good, it also makes her develop some extravagant "shortcomings", such as not being used to eating too bad food, such as not being sensitive to money, etc.

Yuralia swallowed lightly:

"Let's talk about the rumors. ”

Hervin tapped his glass lightly with his fingernails:

"Are you so sure it's a rumor?"

Juralia said confidently:

"Of course. ”

She didn't explain how she knew it, because being mysterious was an important way to instill awe in others.

Distance generates power.

Yuralia says:

"I will help you find out the villain who slandered you, prove your innocence, believe me, I have the power and ability. ”

Hevendelunge said with a serious face:

"No, I mean, maybe it's not a rumor, I'm a murderer, using Abbas as material for my artistic expression, and you're my next target, your glass is already coated with narcotics that can make you completely incapacitated. ”

Juralia unconsciously clenched her glass, forcibly kept her face calm and asked:

"So are you really?"

Herwin smiled:

"Of course not. ”

Fear can create flaws.

Herwin continued to ask:

"How are you going to help me cover up another rumor? Honestly, I can do it, so let's talk about more important things. ”

Herwin and her heterochromatic pupils looked at each other:

"What do you want?"

Yuralia blurted out:

"I want you to do me a favor. ”

No, Yuralia had planned to let Hervin ask for help, but now what's going on?

Hewen followed the good path:

"So what do you want me to help with?"

Juralia knew that it would be a joke to continue to hide it now, and she said frankly:

"I'm going to crush you head-on in front of Veronica, and I want her to value me. ”