In the warm afternoon, the hustle and bustle of the North Gate Square finally climbed to its peak and went down quietly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Benjamin peeked out of the porthole at the sky, clear blue, light clouds, carried out a shallow course by the plane, and occasionally the sound of the shadows of the trees shaking, like a winter harbor, a quiet and comfortable afternoon.

I don't know what he's thinking, but there is a hint of aftertaste on his face.

Perhaps many years ago, the first time I saw the girl, it was also in this bright and beautiful weather, the girl wore an old-fashioned school uniform, and ran lightly across the lawn.

Her energy not only made Benjamin raise his head, but also startled the white dove that had only flown at noon at the top of the tower.

Benjamin, the legendary nerd who couldn't be shaken, just got up and chased after him.

The whole campus was looking sideways at the arrival of the girl, and the thin Benjamin was naturally not a character.

Although he struggled to squeeze into the front row, although for many years afterward, he would pay for the impulse of the moment, and even became a joke that everyone in the academy must tell.

But Benjamin believed that only he saw it, and the moment the girl turned around, the upturned corners of her mouth, and the smile of pride.

"The information has been deleted, please confirm!"

The computer beeps a mechanical beep.

Benjamin returned to reality, but there was a sudden sadness on his face.

He checked it carefully, then collapsed on the couch and froze.

Perhaps because of the effect of alcohol, the first thing that comes to mind is gray teeth.

Just like I saw in the North Gate Square before, Gray Fang stood silently in the crowd, with the kind of calmness that knows everything about it, just waiting to uncover the victory, and let you wait to raise your arms and chant for me.

The corners of his mouth lifted inadvertently.

It's the same winter sun, and it's the same white dove hovering low.

It's too much of a resemblance, really too much of a resemblance.

The only difference is in his eyes, which make people timid, like a dictator who gives orders, but he has nothing to look at around him.

Benjamin hated this man from the bottom of his heart.

If it weren't for fate, he would rather stand in front of the enemy than consider the safety of Greyfang.

But no! Who made him a man who loves to worry and pursues perfection.

Benjamin stood up abruptly and stamped back and forth.

Do you want to meet them?

The question lingered from midday to evening.

In fact, Benjamin didn't figure it out at all, he preferred to believe that he was dizzy.

But he still opened the door of the attic, and hurriedly retreated, deliberately changing into a dress that had no smell of alcohol, looked decent, and had nothing to do with a technical nerd who had not been out for many years.

That's right, it's a dress, with the déjà vu of proposing to someone.

It's just that in the case of Gray Fang, it is naturally impossible to propose.

But the expression on Benjamin's face at the moment is more like going to meet a competitor who has not met for many years and has a huge disparity in strength.

You can see how much he attaches importance to this, right?

The other side.

As the sun set, a low-key black sedan gently drove out of the underground tunnel of the central lake and turned onto the right bank.

At the end of the tunnel, it goes straight to the manors of the major nobles, which are heavily guarded, and some people joke that even the dust outside should not want to fly in.

It's just that the superior people are on the left bank, and the owner of the black car, although he is tall and good-looking, and even in the Knights of the Dawn, he is the first of the three knights, but after all, he is only an inferior member of the Alva family.

is called an aristocracy, but in fact, it is not welcomed by ordinary people.

This kind of marginalized living space has cultivated this man's habit of being vigilant at all times.

So he would turn around and look around every time he got out of the car.

Except for the straight asphalt road and the deep quiet woods, not even an owl can be seen.

But this evening, as soon as the car stopped, the man almost opened the door and rushed out, and even the butler who was waiting next to him was startled.

"Master Allen, what's wrong?"

The attendant, who was also a driver, was young and a little rude, so he said "a lot of things" and quickly followed.

The manor was only two stories long, and the doorpost was lined with a wild wolf with its eyes open in the flames, half of its face burned to an eerie skeleton, but still with a large mouth open and threatening fangs.

This is Alva's ornament, as old as the family's history.

Alan went straight through the front hall and down the long staircase to the far left of the second floor.

Agreeing is the meaning of left and right, and he has a very high status in this manor.

On the left is his living place, and in the innermost and most private place, is his study.

Alan pushed the door straight in, and two of his servants were chattering and telling funny jokes while slowly wiping down the bookshelves.

"So, I brought him the portion that fell on the ground again!"

The door opened and the laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Get out!" Alan coldly spat out two words.

The two men were so frightened that they quickly straightened up, hurriedly bent back, and ran to the door.

"From this day forward, no one can set foot in this room without my permission." Alan added later.

The subordinate quickly stopped, hesitated for a long time, and still asked, "That...... What about Lady Bailing? ”

"Including her!"

"Yes, understood!"

The door to the study was gently shut.

Alan turned around and walked around the back of the desk, and in the top drawer, there was an inconspicuous mezzanine, which no one knew about except him.

He was pulling a document from the mezzanine with the word "Confidential" printed on the top.

As he scrolled down, he carefully observed each page, even the page numbers in the corners.

The study door was slightly slammed twice, and Alan didn't look up, and said, "Come in!" ”

Only his entourage, the one who drove the car just now, would dare to come and knock on the door.

"Young Master, what's the situation?"

Alan didn't speak for a long time, and the man stood by the door, without raising his hand, and lowered his eyebrows like a hound lying on the ground.

Until the expression on Allen's face suddenly changed, like thunder in the night sky, and soon disappeared.

He took a few quick steps forward, and Alan handed him the document in his hand, and tapped the top of the page with a finger.

"Tea stains?"

The two tea stains, which were very inconspicuous, had been wiped repeatedly, and if they were not held up to the well-lit side, they would hardly be noticed.

"I just casually doubted it, and I guessed it right." Alan shoved a cigarette to his mouth, picked up a match with his other hand, but didn't light it, "Mr. Kim, what do you think?" ”

The retinue is called Mr. by Allen in order to reflect the importance of this person before and after him.

Although he is inconspicuous and disappears when he is thrown into the crowd, it has to be said that Mr. Jin is a highly loyal and thoughtful talent.

Of course, there are some outstanding points, which only Alan knows in his heart.

For example, use your low-key side, and this harmless face of humans and animals, quickly sneak into the destination and obtain key information.

However, only Alan can do it when he calls his subordinates, so it's no wonder that he is very good at buying people's hearts.

Mr. Kim recalled the video he had seen earlier: "She accidentally knocked over that cup of tea...... Your brother is declaring war on you! ”

"I know, it looks like I'm going to have to use some snacks."