During the holidays, Pike Elementary opened several classrooms, plus an indoor playground, and the work plan of the nursery was to allow children to sit honestly in the classroom, such as drawing, singing, and peaceful games, and the playground allowed children to vent their excess energy, such as smashing the PE teacher with a ball, and rolling on the soft mat.

The nursery is open to this day, and the plan is running out quite well. But of course, you can't force it, it's just elementary school students, there will always be bear children who lie on the ground in the playground and run around in the classroom.

When she first arrived at Pike Elementary, Ms. Trisha seemed a little surprised that Lola and Capler had come, along with an extra adult, Lydia, and Eve, who was quiet but too good-looking.

Under Lola's incessant eyes, Teacher Trisha didn't say much, she was happy to have a few more helpers, and soon arranged Eve to the drawing classroom, and at Lydia's initiative, began to introduce the person who was said to be Aunt Kepler's current work in the nursery.

The work of a nursery is slightly different from that of a school. The school is a place where the students are taught, and the nursery is just to take care of the children, so to be honest, the work of the nursery is much more troublesome than that of the teachers, for example, the bell does not have any binding effect on the children who are running around......

"Then ......," Lydia offered as she walked around the elementary school with Teacher Cuisha, half visiting, half chatting, "I don't have any experience in taking care of children, but it's okay to 'patrol' and watch some of the little ones running around, and you can leave this to me." I would love to be a part of Kepler's project. Proud of her. ”

Sensei Trisha picked out a bit of a speech problem in Lydia's words, "You are too modest. "Two women who looked to be the same age stood in the doorway of a classroom, looking at the children inside, to be precise, at Eve, who was surrounded by a group of little ones and watched with almost adoring eyes.

A porcelain doll-like girl is holding a crayon. Portrait of a man in a gray robe, wearing muddy leather boots, a pointed hat with a drooping wrinkle, a heavy, broken book in his hand, and a writhing face flipping through the ......

Don't wonder why crayon drawings are able to draw so much detail, because the person who painted them was Eve Remmer.

Teacher Cuisha's eyes were full of incredible, kindness, and respect. "To be able to teach a child like Eve doesn't mean you don't have ...... experience"

"Huh. Lydia's face was embarrassed, but it was impossible for Ms. Trisha, who was completely attracted by Eve's painting, to see it, "Thank you." I ......" Lydia felt that she had to control Eve's behavior, and she gestured to the intently focused Teacher Trisha, but got no response, and walked straight to Eve, "Eve. What are you doing?" in as gentle a tone as possible, after all, in the perception of these ordinary humans. She is the role of a mother, and there is no need to explain such a private matter as a stepmother and stepdaughter to civilians outside the West End.

Lola said. Eve paused for a moment and looked at Lola, who was holding what appeared to be a painting of an old lady with a cane, "Let's draw someone we respect." ”

Lola nodded a little sluggishly.

I asked, for example. Eve pursed her lips, "she said, like parents, teachers, relatives. The most important people in our lives. Eve continued to sculpt the man's frowning brow on the portrait, "So I painted my ......"

"Ahem......" Lydia reminded in time.

“...... Teacher. Eve's face blushed and she finished.

"Why is your teacher wearing a robe?" asked one of the onlookers. "His shoes are so pointy. "One more. "What book is he reading?" "He looked so sad. "One more. "He doesn't have any other hats, this one is so old. ”......

Eve actually had to answer seriously, "because he ......"

Lydia pulled Eve out of the encirclement. "Eve, Teacher Trisha just showed me around here, do you want to take a look around?" Lydia said in an affirmative tone, "You can accompany me on the 'patrol', it's fun!"

Eve looked at Lydia, was silent for a moment, and nodded, "Okay, but I'm going to bring back that painting, I haven't finished it yet." ”

Lydia had already half-pushed Eve out, "Okay, I'll put it away for you." Turning to look at Lola, who had already begun to crumple up the drawings in her hand, she gave a look of 'put away that stuff that is beyond the scope of children's crayon drawings'.

Teacher Cuisha watched all this at the door, smiled a little unnaturally, and went to his own business after signaling.

Teacher Cuisha's idea is this, the children in the West District, such as Lola and Falken sisters and brothers, she is already familiar with them, except that the young master and princess are a little more angry, and they are no different from ordinary children. Eve was completely different, just look at the crayon drawings that Lola was extremely careful to put away, she somehow had a bad feeling that Lydia didn't want Eve to be mixed in with a group of ordinary children.

But it doesn't feel like much, it's a flash. Lydia and Eve are guests, and Ms. Tsa really cares about the children at Parker Elementary.

Lydia and Eve, who walked slowly down the hallway, were silent long enough to make sure no one was paying attention before they began their first undisturbed conversation since the early morning.

"Eve, you really need to pay more attention to the behavior patterns of the people around you. Lydia's tone was a little helpless, "Especially for children of your age, your behavior is too ......"

Lydia didn't finish when Eve interrupted, but not forcefully, with a slightly sad tone, "I know, Lydia, I didn't mean to. It's just that when Lola said she wanted to draw such a person, I thought of him as the only one. Do you know what the other aliens who flocked to us did to us when the Covert Alliance left, exposing us to a central region without support or protection?"

Lydia pursed her lips and shook her head.

"They attacked us, destroyed our homes, our laboratories...... All. Eve shook her head, "For four centuries, the absolute domination of the Hidden Alliance in the middle has all been vented on us outcasts. Ganger, who did not like civilization, scattered into the wilderness. There was no trace of us, only we, Remer, were under attack from the angry aliens. ”

Lydia could only imagine that image at this point, she became Remer, after that.

"It's him. The man in the portrait, "He protected us." So that Reimer can pass it on. Eve paused for a long time and took a deep breath, "I think it's just that my emotions are swaying my actions for a while, and I won't be in the future, don't worry." ”

Lydia didn't know what to say, nodded her head, trying to take the conversation a little more relaxed, "Well, what do you think?" Lydia casually looked around. Closed classrooms, old hallways, rusty lockers, "This is the elementary school now." ”

Eve stopped abruptly and looked at Lydia, "Don't tell me, you're going to send me to school." ”

Lydia smiled, "Yes. He shook his head again, "But of course it's not here, it's in the West End." ”

"Nope. Eve frowned. Unusually simply refused.

"Eve. Lydia used a 'please listen to me one by one' tone, "You have to go." To establish ourselves in Barton, you need identity. Lydia pulled Eve and walked on, "I said it's not the kind on paper, Smith's niece, you already have it." I'm talking about real, accessible and acceptable identities that can walk on the outside. You have to go out and show up and get people to know you. ”

"And then the best way is to let me go to school. Eve pursed her lips, she understood what Lydia meant, they were here to 'take over' Smith, if 'Remmel' only existed on Lydia and Flender's marriage papers. This is like a sticky note after an important document named 'Smith', why does it stand in Barton?

"Yes. Lydia replied in the affirmative, "Now that Smith's property is in the hands of my brother, as you said, they are my family, and I can't really rob anything." For a short time, I won't have anything in my hands, just 'Sister Smith' pocket money. You should be able to understand the meaning of this sentence.

"You need me outside. Eve frowned, "Tell Barton that Smith has us in the house, and there is Remer." ”

"Yes. Lydia smiled, "You're the one Barton can't ignore, Smith's sister's daughter, Eve Reimer. She narrowed her eyes, "Remind those people that everything in the Smith family in the past had to go to Smith himself. They have one more way now - me, I'm Smith's sister, and I'm Remer. ”

Eve looked at Lydia, "You're not going to get anything from your house, Smith. "So I can only get a 'line' from the outside world that I want to connect with Smith." Eve pursed the corners of her lips, "When you accumulate enough 'threads', you will have the leverage to really claim real power from Smith." ”

"Exactly. Lydia's eyes sparkled, "And if I stayed in the manor as an idle sister Smith, there would be no way to accept any such 'line'." ”

Eve looked away, "But even if I go out and show up, I'm just a stepdaughter, and in the eyes of those ordinary people, I'm just a child." I don't think those 'threads' are going to come to me. ”

"That's my turn. "My character, a conscientious stepmother, as long as you have a reason to leave the manor, and you can't go out at random or anything like that - if it's predictable and continuous, such as Monday to Friday mornings and afternoons, when you're bound to go out (to school), I'll have the same reason to leave the manor, and wait for those 'threads' to find me." ”

Eve frowned, "Just like today, you used it on your brother, hoping that I would quickly get acquainted with Barton's environment, and get acquainted with Kepler, the children of the West End, as a reason to come out." ”

"Yes. Lydia chuckled, "This reason can still be used, I don't think we have the patience to wait for the holiday to end, and we can make this a regular itinerary now." When they go back today, these West End children who are in the nursery will be able to send messages to their parents. ”

Eve nodded, agreeing to Lydia's arrangement. Silence passed through her mind again, and she thought of something, "Lydia, there's a question. Eve frowned, "'Reimer,' the last name, in written documents and future titles, I don't want it to be in Barton, at least not for the time being. ”

Can you guess why?

Lydia was stunned, then thought of it immediately, and nodded with a smile, "Okay, I'll take care of it." Actually, is this really necessary? According to Flender, that Toredo is actually very ......."

"I don't want to talk about him. Eve simply interrupted.

"Okay. Lydia waved her hand, anyway, changing the surname is a trivial matter, Kepler has said that she will never give up the surname 'Smith' when she gets married in the future, so letting Flender become a son-in-law is really not a problem for the perception of these people in Barton's West End.

"One more thing. Eve raised her hand again, "Since I have to go to school, I'm going to be here, in ......" she frowned, "Where is this?"

"North District, Paisying. ”

"Well, I go to school here in the North Side, not in the West Side. ”

"Why?" Lydia wondered.

"The day before yesterday, when I was on the train from the West End to the North District, I had a vague feeling. Eve frowned, her tone uncertain, "Something has changed at the junction of the two districts." Eve bit her lower lip, "Yesterday, when I crossed the border from the North to the West Side, I felt again, as if it was some kind of barrier, and on both sides of the border, some kind of rule was definitely changed. ”

Lydia raised an eyebrow, "What's that?"

"He didn't. Eve shook her head, "He's not strong enough. But I don't know what it is, you know how protective Flender is, there's no need to worry him, I don't want to say it. Until......" Eve glanced at Lydia, "did you notice when you came over today, out of the abandoned cemetery (Grande) in the West End, and into the woods at the junction, there were Indians. ”

"Is there one?" thought Lydia.

Eve pursed her lips helplessly, "Lydia, you're too weak. With you, you always have the illusion that you need to be constantly watched with your child. ”

"Eve!, I was in the car before, but I found out about that Torrey early!" Lydia quibbled.

"That's because his bloodline is much higher than yours, and you're just instinctively suppressed. "Eve showed no mercy.

Eve waved her hand, too lazy to continue on any of Toredo's topics, "Anyway, those Indians have confirmed to me that four centuries ago, their leader, Papa Midnight, did something similar. ”

"What makes things?"

"Twists the rules of the world so that vampires can't set foot in the Indoan homeland. But here, things seem to be a little different, and I don't feel like the new rules are restricting anything, but it's clearly not a vampire. ”

Lydia blinked, her tone uncertain, "You mean, Papa Midnight, here?!"

"Nope. Eve shook her head, but her eyes flashed with excitement, "If it were Papa Midnight, the range of this change wouldn't be like this...... Small, just two districts of a city. This was done by Barton's wizards. ”

"Well......" Lydia looked at Eve's expression, "Eve, what do you want to do?"

"The rule change didn't happen in the West End, which means that whoever made the barrier wasn't in the West End, so I shouldn't be in the West End either. Eve's tone was full of anticipation, "I want to learn." ”

Back to the essence, Reimer came to this continent to learn. (To be continued......)