Alaska walked through the hall with a malicious gaze and ascended the spiral staircase, a passage that led to the fourth floor of the castle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Why don't you go to the first floor, you don't want to play any tricks." Aristotle said.

Alaska reluctantly looked back and said, "I just want to go to the second floor." ”。 Her loud voice had already caused the quartermaster of Castle No. 2 to arrive, and the dormitory manager was staring at her, and it was impossible for the bloodline to be unaware.

'Damn, there's little hope right now, there's no way the Bloods are stupid enough to stay put. Alaska roared in his heart, and when he looked back at Professor Aristotle, bloodshot lines covered his eyeballs, but they were buried by the darkness, and his scarlet gaze flashed with playfulness.

"Why don't you go quickly, do you want me to go in and help you go to the toilet?" Aristotle glared, sluggish Alaska.

Before the little boy walked to the second floor and walked out of the stairs, he glanced at the stairs on the third floor, and there was nothing strange about the half-hidden spiral staircase. As expected, on the way to the stairs on the second floor, there was not a single figure in Alaska, and the teaching area of Castle Two seemed to be alive except for the dormitory manager and Aristotle behind him.

Alaska didn't think it was possible, unless the Bloodline was someone behind him, or that guy must be hiding in some dark pimple corner and watching himself laugh!

"We're waiting for you outside the toilet, please hurry up, you don't have to think about running away." Aristotle held the black ** staff and sneered, she was looking forward to the sight of this cute child begging for mercy!

Alaska felt that the true face of this class guide was really terrifying, and he couldn't see the usual meekness and kindness at all, but made people tremble and fear from the bottom of his heart. She and the smiling housekeeper were waiting for him outside the toilet, and the housekeeper wanted to follow up, but Professor Aristotle wanted to let the boy enjoy the last bit of freedom.

"Wash your hands, I don't want you to go to the principal's office like this, of course my slave doesn't even need clothes, you don't have to wash your hands in the future, this is a small punishment for insulting your majesty." Aristotle commanded.

Alaska held back his anger and said nothing, brother! Five years from now, your iron powder can still hurt me.

After washing his hands, he was stared at by the dormitory-looking hostel who looked like a vulture and walked to the teleportation room on the first floor. The dormitory manager seemed to be afraid that he would escape, and deliberately waved the whip in his hand and snapped on the ground a few times.

Alaska felt that he was probably the unluckiest student, and on the first day of school he was going to the principal's office, and he sighed as he thought as he saw it in front of a rather luxurious door. (Professor Aristotle told him to wait outside!) ）

Aristotle had been in for a long time, and one could expect a fierce quarrel inside, and Alaska had tried to put his ears on the door. But the magic lock was soundproofed, and he couldn't hear the sound inside.

Alaska stomped his feet, and the ground made a clanging sound of chains colliding with the ground, and his neck, hands, and feet were covered with chains. The air was already cold at night, and the iron chains glowing with cold light had no temperature at all, making the little boy shiver and unable to keep upright.

Only then did the young boy understand that this was a different world, not an earth, and that the means of treating students were more than useless reviews. Professor Aristotle mercilessly chained him, and specially tightened his delicate skin red.

The door slammed open, startling the boy, and Aristotle's face was ugly, and his cheeks were as red as peppers. Alaska suddenly understood in his heart that it seemed that this guy did not succeed.

Come to think of it, there's no way Principal Rem could belittle him as a slave to the class teacher just because he went out to hang out in the middle of the night.

But Aristotle actually came over with red eyes and tore all the clothes in Alaska fiercely, and the little boy screamed and covered his private parts at a loss.

"Don't go too far, Aristotle, remember where you stand!" Principal Rem stood in the doorway, his face majestic.