A handsome young man with blond hair stood up and bowed slightly forward, showing his courtesy to Hara:

"Hora-san, what do you like to read?"

Hola pondered for a moment:

"Well, all kinds of weird ......"

The young Ciro not only felt a little happy, because Hola was not as arrogant and cold as Peloris.

Hola continued:

"There are also works of art by Impressionism and Fauvism, surveys of popular culture, cell biology, Comi philosophy, quantum mechanics papers, ......"

Teacher Rosa hurriedly interrupted Hara:

"That's enough, that's enough, Hara, how about you sit in that position?

Rosa pointed to the green-haired girl's left.

Hara stepped straight off the podium and sat down to the left of the green-haired girl.

Hara smiled and looked at her table mate and said:

"Hello, my name is Hera. ”

The girl looked at her and nodded:

"Peloris. ”

When she was done, Peloris lowered her head and read again.

Hola glanced at the book in Peloris's hand with a special textured cover, and obediently withdrew her eyes.

It wasn't class time yet, and as soon as Teacher Rosa left, the students in the entire classroom were boiling and all gathered around Hera.

The students on the innermost floor are all girls, and it can be seen from the condition of their skin that they are almost all from wealthy families, and their parents are either nobles or wealthy businessmen.

In fact, the reason why everyone is enthusiastic is not only that Hola is beautiful, but also because she also has a wealthy family.

A girl with such fair and tender skin would never be born in an ordinary family.

A girl with wavy brown hair asked:

"Hera, are you from Wharton?"

Hola replied:

"No, I'm supposed to be Aaron. ”

"Aaron, I heard there seems to be some electric bus on the street......

"Haura, are you also a nobleman? What kind of family are you? What kind of title is your father?"

"Hora, why is your skin so good, how do you usually take care of it?"

"Is the book you just said true? Can you tell me about it?"

Ciro squeezed out of several people:

"Wait, Hola has just come to school, so don't pester people to ask questions, give her a little time first. ”

Ciro turned his head to look at Hara:

"Hala-san, you just arrived at school today, why don't I take you around?"

Hora shook her head:

"No, I've already walked through the whole school. ”

Ciro was stunned, if this was an excuse for refusal, it seemed somewhat perfunctory.

Ciro replied with a smile:

"Okay, if Hola classmates have something in need, you can come to me, I'm the president of this class, you can call me by my name directly-Siro. ”

Hara nodded and smiled:

"Thank you, Siro-san. ”

With a smile on his face as he spoke, Ciro nodded and turned to walk back to his position.

He called out the other classmates for Hera, and he volunteered to take Hera to get acquainted with the school, all out of a sense of responsibility.

That's right, this is the sense of responsibility of the Ebran family, if a person can't take responsibility, then he is not a qualified member of the Eberan family.

Before meeting Hara and seeing her amazing looks, he had already decided to do these things.

Of course, Ciro would not deny that he was indeed amazed by Hara.

Hola looked at the girl beside her again, she was still addicted to the book in her hand:

"Hello, do you like to read too?"

Hara came to school for a simple purpose, to grow and make friends.

Hola wants to be friends with Peloris.

Peloris looked sideways at Hara.

What caught her eye was a pair of big eyes that were pure and sincere.

She paused before saying what she had intended to say:

"Don't bother me, I don't like to talk too much to people. ”

Hora nodded slightly:

"Okay, Pelores. ”

The green-haired girl reluctantly shifted her gaze back to the book, but fortunately, the new classmate was quite knowledgeable and didn't bother herself repeatedly.

... Dividing Line...

Hervin looked at the two-meter-tall words in his hand.

If the painting is placed upright on the ground, it can be vaguely perceived that the height of the people in the painting should correspond to their real height.

Why?

Why should this painting be hung in the most obvious place in the largest hall, even if his own daughter hates it so much?

It's because of him.

The gloomy man.

A tea set was already set up on Herwen's table.

An uninvited guest has been hiding in the shadows and watching him for a long time.

"Don't you drink tea?"

A white hairy mouse emerges from its burrow, its body expanding as it runs in Hervin's direction.

An old man with a slumped back took off his overalls, revealing the gowns inside, and he sat tremblingly in the place that Herwin had prepared for him.

"Young ......"

Hewen waved his hand:

"Just call me Hervin. ”

The witcher turned around, and the old man's face was covered with a long pale face, and his mouth became very spiky, and many rat features appeared behind him.

Jerry says:

"Herwen, do you know all this?"

Hervin sat across from him:

"I don't know much, like I know you're coming, this used to be your house. ”

The old man nodded:

"If you can, I hope you will be able to give me back this house, and I can give you a fortune, a great fortune that my children have no idea about, and you may also retain nominal ownership of this place, but I would like to be able to live here alone without anyone bothering me. ”

Hervin says:

"I can also give you a fortune, more than you can give. ”

The old man smiled:

"You've probably heard our story, there aren't many people like you who aren't afraid of us. ”

Hervin smiled:

"Of course I've heard about you, so you should know that you shouldn't be nostalgic for this place.

"To those who go up to Wharton belong to five dragons, and to those who go down to Wharton to seven kings.

"The people of Lower Wharton are not allowed to invade the territory of Upper Wharton for no reason, you should not be here, young man. ”

Jerry's body froze.

He knew that what the other party said was right, but to be honest, no one had seriously enforced this rule for a long time, not to mention that he was now led into the lower Wharton by the Rat King himself.

Hervin casually took an old badge from his bosom and tossed it to Jerry.

"Nezumen, bring a message to your king, I'm back, but I'm not going to fight with them for anything, so ......"

Jerry swallowed.

"No need to be afraid. ”

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