Since that day, Amacer has never been underground, but Mu Yan is still chattering every day, and Eric also comes from time to time.

As a result, the elf's daily life has changed from something that one person can't understand in his mouth to two now, talking about things like "symbolism", "multi-line narrative", "open world", "multiple endings", and so on, which he seems to have heard somewhere, but can't remember at all.

He didn't have time to take care of these, because Lina came very diligently these days, and Mu Yan looked like he was out of sight, so he had to come out to entertain.

So the elf often recalled what Mu Yan had said

"The two can't get too close......"

So he never knew what attitude to have towards Lina, and it felt very strange.

Time passed day by day in such an awkwardness, and it came to March 11th.

That is, Jialan's real opening day.

……

Before dawn, the two of them had already left, and Mu Yan said that he would take the elf to a place with a wide field of vision to watch the play.

The two made their way to the dome of the Great Hall of Weston.

The 422-metre-tall Weston Auditorium is a three-storey trile building with a circular vault made of brightly coloured Fred Redstone, which shines like a ruby in the sunlight and transforms sunlight into magic – but it's more inefficient than nothing.

The auditorium will only be used three times per academic year, at the beginning of the school year, during the summer break, and at the end of the semester. It was accompanied by a lecture by the legendary mage Glazer.

The two of them stood on the dome of more than 400 meters, and the scenery below was unobstructed.

It was still early, but the square in front of the auditorium had already gathered a large number of students, evenly divided into two groups, and it was a little strangely distinct.

As some game reviewers have said, Age of Twilight alludes to reality, stripped of its beautiful veneer, leaving only a bloody reality to be enjoyed.

The scene in front of me is the most perfect presentation of this reality.

The students were roughly divided into two groups, the knight cadets and the noble cadets, and the number was split in half.

The proportion of mages in the former is less than one percent, while the latter accounts for about one-fifth.

However, there is one thing that has been repeated many times before, that is, the number of students in Jialan Academy has increased tenfold since the expansion of enrollment.

In other words, only 1/10 of the "long-established" aristocrats account for so many people, but they are half divided......

So who are the extra part of the aristocratic camp—that large part?

Smiling flatteringly, with a humble posture, wagging their tails and begging for pity.

There is no shortage of flatterers in this world, who prostrate themselves on the ground, around the nobles who claim to be pure.

Stepping into Jialan Academy exhausted the last strength and dignity of this group of people, so when they found out that Jialan was not heaven, but a more dire hell, they almost subconsciously chose to give in.

And the remaining half of the people are not all like Derees. First, they were picked by the aristocratic group, and second, they were still short in school, and they could not convince themselves to abandon their last dignity, and they were still wavering in sticking to their dreams and pursuing wealth......

If nothing else, this part of the "swingers" will eventually take that step, and then their vacated places will be filled by the new students, who will be divided into three, and those who remain will stay, and the rockers will still hesitate......

It's like a river divided into three branches by a fork in the road.

Unfortunately, the end of the river does not flow into the sea, but into a stinking and desperate quagmire.

Mu Yan looked at the group of people silently, and no longer looked at the past of the Amasekop Auditorium.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the hero of the story turned out to be Mu Yan's acquaintance.

……

Dridge didn't know where he got the courage to stand up.

Maybe you can't bear to watch this fellow villager fall into the clutches of the devil?

Hopefully, seeing Barry Perez's dedication to her made his mind pop up.

After all, he knew all too well about Barry and Samuel's dealings.

Clear to the point of gnashing your teeth.

"Dritchie, I think you should give me an explanation." Barry was slightly surprised, and then looked at him playfully.

"Why do you want to separate me from Miss Judy, even if it's a knife to steal love, you have to pay attention to the first come, first come, first come, right?"

This guy actually pretended to be a crepe, phew!

Dridge spat inwardly.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Lord Barry." He protected the girl in front of the girl and said coldly: "There are few people present who don't know about your dirty and sinful thoughts, but they don't dare to say it because of your notoriety!" ”

- "It's over, this idiot, you've really pushed all your allies to the enemy." ”

Mu Yan slapped his forehead and looked up to the sky and sighed.

There is no doubt that Dreridge's approach is just, but justice does not equal rightness.

He clearly knew that the people present were unwilling to stand up and tell the truth because of fear and cowardice, but he still hoped that they would bravely stand up and support him...... This is really a representative of the hot brain.

Sure enough, hearing him say this, Barry laughed a little rampantly: "Haha...... Derritch-san, for the sake of a nobleman's demeanor, I can forgive you for your bad words. But it's disgusting that you're going to try to bring the innocent into your own camp. If you really know something, be sure to say it out loud, I believe that the truth can never be hidden, and you will inevitably get the support of others. ”

Barry's unbridled appearance made Dridge's brain hot, and he looked around and saw at least three pairs of dodgy eyes.

"Yes, someone will approve of me! Tessa, Carlace, Audrey, you ......"

In the middle of his sentence, Dridge suddenly stopped talking.

At the same time, the three girls he mentioned all cast disgusted glances, and then quickly disappeared into the crowd with their hoods.

Dridge's mind suddenly calmed down, and he reacted......

He was teased.

Then he said to the three maidens, "Please tell the three of you about being tricked into bed by Barry in plain sight!" This will be a wake-up call for a young girl who is about to be deceived! ”

Can you?

How can it be!

If the victims were so brave, if the victims could get solidarity, would those things still be hidden?

He can't wait to slap himself in the mouth with his backhand, it's so silly and cute.

Barry smiled.

"I remember them, three beautiful young ladies." Barry pretended to look around and shouted, "Tessa, Carlace, Audrey, the righteous knight Mr. Dridge is calling you, what about you?" Maybe you can join him in proving that I'm a scumbag! ”

Pretending to shout a few times, he spread his hands.

"Look, there's no one to support you, poor Dridge."

Dridge's face turned pale, and he knew how wrong he had been.

A righteous advocate may have had this kind of consciousness from the beginning, but he was clearly not ready for it.

Seeing that the excitement was gone, the surrounding students also dispersed one after another.

In fact, they knew the past, the present, and the things to come, and not many people felt that Dridge deserved sympathy or anything. To them, Dridge is like a lame rider who rides a bantam and tries to challenge his own definition of "evil" in such a comical way.

How should it be evaluated?

Wretched? Pathos?

Perhaps.

But I have seen similar tragedies too many times, and the few tears have long since dried up, or I am numb in my heart, rather than have the effort to sympathize with others here, it is better to think about where to raise the next tuition fees, how to join the real aristocratic group, and so on.

As soon as the group left, what seemed to be a balance of power was gone.

Looking down from above, Dridge stood alone in front of the black crowd, like a bug with a mantis arm in a car.

However, at this time, the girl who had always been protected by Dridge noticed that something was wrong, and she patted Dridge's arm and smiled gratefully at him.

The girl came between the two and took a deep breath to suppress the uneasiness in her heart in the face of the undisguised greedy eyes of the nobles, including Barry.

She put one hand on her chest, pinched the corner of her skirt with the other, and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Barry, for the invitation, but after thinking about it, I still feel that my capacity is not suitable for such a dinner......"

The smile on Barry's face froze.

The nobles behind Barry were also stunned.

None of them could have imagined that in this case, the girl would choose to speak for Dridge.

"Have you figured it out?"

Barry also ripped off his fake disguise and revealed his true face.

"Think, think clearly."

Although timid, the girl is still unusually determined.

"Good, good, good."

Barry laughed angrily and forced his anger to ask, "So...... 'stubborn' Miss Judy, can I be lucky enough to know your full name?" ”

"Judy Hopps, sir."

"Oh, Hopps, that sounds like a Faywood name?"

"Yes sir, hopps means 'grass that symbolizes hope.'"

"Very well, I remember you, and I hope you can be as hopeful and resilient as your name suggests."

Barry gave her a deep look and grinned, revealing neat teeth.

Then his gaze swept over the girl and fell squarely at Dridge's face.

"So, Mr. Dridge, if someone else's business is settled, will our personal grudges also be settled?"

"What? Personal vendettas? ”

Derridge, who had just taken a breath, had to tense up again.

"That's right, a personal vendetta. Regarding the slander you have just made against me in public, let's talk about it at the hearing. Hopefully, someone will speak to you at that time, like Miss Judy who ...... 'symbol of hope'. ”

He shrugged, and a laugh came from behind him.

With that, he turned around and left, leaving Dridge with a dead face.