"Your Excellency, I'm in trouble, so we'll wait here for a while."

The two of them reached the door, and Greed stopped when he heard a voice coming from the parlor, and asked Nightshade to wait here for a while.

"Oh......" Yelu didn't care about seeing the female hooligan later. Don't say wait a while, you can never see each other for the rest of your life. Ah, give me back the mask before that.

"By the way, what's the proof of heroism?"

Hero's proof, this thing sounds pretty cool! And it has the same name as the background music of a game called "Monster Abuse".

Before coming to the Helsex continent, Yelu specially made up for his knowledge, as long as it was recorded in Panish's notebook, not to mention the types of Warcraft, he even had an impression of those noble secret histories.

For example, Count Morvo likes the patriarch of the Nangong family. The two were not recognized by the world because they were both men, and the reason why they were exposed was because they had a private tryst on Valentine's Day when they were discovered by a reporter from the West.

Even the gossip news notebook such as the secret history of the nobility is clearly written, and who knows why something as important as the "Hero's Proof" is not recorded. Maybe it's because I'm too accustomed to it, so I didn't write the poem?

After the night was asked, Gred seemed to be looking at Akua's eyes.

"What! Why are you staring at me with such retarded eyes? Want to fight! ”

"Do you really not know or do you pretend not to know? Even the three-year-old children in the village have heard about the origin of the hero's certificate, which is not only a household name, but also a history recorded in textbooks. ”

It was the first time that Greed had discovered someone who didn't know the hero's credentials, and he couldn't help but have doubts about the identity of the night.

In response, Yeyu glared at him speechlessly and let out a sullen breath.

Eldest brother! Please, your history is different from what I know! Our side also requires that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals are not allowed to become sperm, and you monsters are running around the streets here, okay? When I first arrived, I was greeted by a black dragon that barely held up a sign that read: "Welcome to HellsCythe."

As a despicable outlander, Nightlight also wants to know all about Helsetz, but this is not the background of ACG's game. It's impossible for Nightshade to explain to Gred that he's from another world, right?

Well, it's definitely going to be considered a psychopath.

Besides, I can't say anything about Wangcheng and Panich.

After thinking about it, there was no way, Yezhu had to explain vaguely: "Well...... For various indescribable reasons, I was actually sent here from far, far away, and I didn't know much about the intellectual culture here. ”

It's far, very far, so far that we're a plane apart.

"Far, far away, ......? This is already the most remote town of Iloster in Western Loria. Could it be that you're coming from Eastern Lorria? Let's not talk about how you came here so far, the compulsory education of the church should involve the whole country. Greed's faint tone became a little unkind, like the wind blowing through the thin trees, sweeping away the fallen leaves, rustling.

He stared indifferently at the girl in front of him, guessing if she was an assassin sent by the border city? It's not like it, after all, now all human beings have only one country in common, the Illo Isis Empire. Could it be the Demon Realm——!?

Sensing Greed's growing killing intent, Nightshade suddenly felt a little tired and silent.

He inexplicably remembered a sentence: "Some people, some things, sometimes you don't have to force yourself to communicate with the other party." ”

There is nothing to do with whether the other person believes you or not and you go to great lengths to explain.

People who believe in you will naturally choose to believe in you, and people who doubt you can never fail to doubt you.

Greed's indifferent eyes were the same as the eyes of the previous teaching director of Yeyu, which was really stinging.

On that day, the grumpy dean's expensive watch was missing, and the first thing he thought of was the night night when he often fought and his biological father was imprisoned for theft.

He called Ye Zhu, who was in physical education class, to the office, and unreasonably asked Ye Zhu to return his watch.

What will you give back to the night boy who didn't steal? But the teaching director didn't listen to Yeyu's defense at all, and didn't believe his alibi. forcibly pressed the trumped-up charges on Yeyu, accused him in front of everyone, and insulted him as the son of a thief!

After school, Yezhu was punished for standing on the podium in the playground. He lowered his head, and his shadow was dragged by the midsummer sunset for a long, long time.

It wasn't until the next day that someone found something by the sink in the office, and it turned out that the dean had taken it off when he was washing his hands and accidentally forgot it.

In this regard, Yelu asked the dean for an explanation. However, instead of apologizing, the teaching director who retrieved the watch pointed to Yezhu's head proudly: "Have I wronged you?" If you don't want to be pointed at, don't mess with me. Don't think that if you live in that little Nizi's house, you can be the same as others, to put it bluntly, you are a dog in her family. If you make any more trouble, get me out of this school! ”

In fact, at this time, the night light can solve things rationally. For example, going to the Registrar's Office to report what the Dean of Students has done, or writing a letter directly to the Principal, either of these practices can have an impact on the Dean of Students' career to a certain extent......

But who can suppress this monstrous anger?

Bad conduct, no quality, except for the work of "teaching director", this guy is a middle-aged waste wood uncle. People who are insulted and slandered and have to swallow their anger and bow their heads and admit defeat...... will become such a middle-aged uncle who is a waste of wood! It's going to be a Mediterranean uncle!

Yezhu had promised Wanwan that she would not fight at school, and he had always been a person who kept his word - but this time Yezhu didn't hold back, he did it, and he broke his promise.

Ignoring the height difference in size, the thin Yezhu pressed the tall dean to the ground with one hand, and broke the bridge of his nose in front of the other teachers. At that moment, the night was like a raging lion, each sideburn stood straight and as hard as steel. Yezhu demolished almost the entire office, causing a lot of uproar. Before being dragged away by the security guards, Yelu smiled evilly and trampled the dean's expensive watch under his feet, and the silver mechanical clock movement spilled out and became scrap metal.

He was happy and happy, but everyone was responsible for their actions and results. Running away after pretending to be forced does not exist in real life.

Yeyu was ordered to suspend his studies by the school, and he caused trouble for Qi Wanwan's parents under the fence. His identity is a level lower than that nominal "home". Even the sweeping servants would taunt him when they saw him.

"Isn't this the little hero who demolished the school? What, go to class? ”

Thinking of the past, Yeyu smiled faintly. A faint smile...... But with a bitter mockery.

To be honest, this place called the continent of Helset is really not friendly to him at all. No matter who it is, it feels like everyone is stepping on a tight string and living with trepidation.

Everyone is afraid of being hurt, so they choose to hurt others in order not to be hurt themselves.

Ye Yu thought to herself, to be honest, if you want to be bad for me, I'll run away! I don't believe that anyone here can catch me, and it won't be difficult for me to go somewhere else to get information about the continent of Helsets.

…… However, it is really necessary to run away in such an embarrassment...... Yeyu can't even forgive herself.

"I don't want to become a middle-aged waste uncle in the Mediterranean in the future."

Nightshade raised his head and looked at Gurred, the candle flame flashing through his eyes, and the bright golden pupils revealed a murderous intent.

Suddenly, Gred had the illusion that their status had been replaced by an unknown power. At this moment, Yeyu is the one who is in charge of his life and death, and he is the prisoner who does not know the height of the sky.