Luo's only creditor, the rugged man with a big gun, did not enjoy the treatment that a creditor should have at the moment.

The first in line to the Kaddivan family, Heyman Kaddivan arrives in Nirvana and finds Steven, who had a small friction with his dead dependent.

Steven's fist-sized black muzzle was once again pressed against his own one-eye, only this time it was not him who held it, but one of Heyman's dependents.

"As I have already said, I only know that he is a dependent of Lord Heidi, and I do not want to tell lies that would undermine the integrity of the family in such an embarrassing situation! Hey, man, can you please stop pushing so hard, I'm going to be a dependent of Lord Heidi, and you've made my remaining eye a little uncomfortable! ”

Steven grumbled at the Adecratic Urn who was holding his shotgun to his eye, his swollen left side of his face slightly embarrassed and full of discordant messy beauty.

Steven, who had suffered a little, did not have the slightest intention of begging for mercy, if he faced Heidi or Heine, he might still worry about his own life, but now he was facing Heyman, who was going to become the first heir to the head of the Cardivan family.

Steven's Williams family is a dependent family of the Cardivan family, and it is impossible for Heyman to make enemies with the Williams family because of a dead dependent.

Steven was very smart, so he only told the other party that Lo was Heidi's dependent, and that he had sent his wife to try out, and that he owed nothing else.

He would rather offend Heyman, who has unlimited political prospects, than Heidi, who has always been a loner, or Lo, who is just a cockroach in the wilderness. Lowe's treatment of Heyman's dependents made Steven determined not to be an enemy of Lowe.

"Your Excellency Steven, please forgive me for communicating with you in this way. After all, I have an obligation to keep my dependents safe, and please understand my distress. ”

Heyman's face still had that modest and slightly shy expression, he didn't intend to actually kill Steven, just like Heine's reprimand for Camilla, his visit to Nirvana Town was just a formality.

The huge shotgun returned to Steven's hand, and Steven spat a large puddle of saliva on the ** that had been held, and then wiped it repeatedly with his greasy sleeve.

The apparently defiant gesture made the attachment's face turn colder, but he eventually bowed his head and stood behind.

"I can't kill me with a gun, I'm as weak as those with fat buttocks!"

Steven's taunt didn't make the expression on Hayman's face change in the slightest, Hayman smiled and nodded at Steven, said a word calmly, and turned and walked out.

"All the costs of the trial will be borne by."

stepped out of the large tent of the trial camp and bowed to the dark-skinned woman outside the tent who was clubbed in the doorway like a cement pillar.

"Hello Instructor Camilla!"

Camilla did not change in the slightest by's politeness, and still stared at him coldly.

"Don't take it as an example!"

Camilla's voice was low and hoarse, like the remnants of a motor in a vintage car that had been scrapped for many years.

"Okay, Instructor Camilla, has made a note of it."

Camila entered the tent, where she was going to teach the unruly cadet, who had not fired the retainer who had pointed a gun to his head after regaining his weapon.

In Camilla's view, this is an unforgivable mistake that needs to be taught a good lesson with her fists.

And Heyman, who left the tent in the internal training camp, did not leave Nirvana Town directly, and he did not plan to meet his moody sister immediately. He wanted to relax first, after all, the trip to the Lost Trench had already made him a little tired.

For, there is only one best way to relax, reading a book.

Nirvana Town has a library with a rich enough collection of books, the one occupied by Camilla and the one that is in charge of cleaning and organizing.

Fate is like a jagged gear, it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, the fate of people is intertwined with each other, while promoting the fate of others, it is also pulled forward by the fate of others, this is the pale and gorgeous new era.

It's the first time I've seen someone who comes to the library to read a book during non-theoretical class time, and it's someone who can really calm down and read quietly. immersed in books has a charming sexiness, and Yi who is immersed in books, the faint temperament on his body is no worse than that of.

sat quietly in front of the European-style desk on the second floor of the library, and the simple and smooth lines of the desk made's always smiling face more angular.

What he was reading was a book that he had read countless times, and a novel, the Homeric epic.

Heyman has always insisted that he is Achilles, the son of the gods in the book, an individualistic careerist who lived in an era that produced heroes, and had many qualities such as bravery, skill, wisdom, and fitness.

Compared to the comfortable and spacious desk, Yi chose to lean back on the shelves full of various books, and she was still reading the book she hadn't finished reading. Not only can she get closer to the intoxicating smell of books, but she can also flip through the reference books on the shelves at any time to find words that are a little obscure to her.

If no one disturbed the quiet, maybe the gears of fate would have passed so silently.

"Hey! Gasping for air? I'm going to return the damn book! ”

A short, bald man appeared at the top of the stairs on the second floor of the library, and the silence of the library was shattered by an abrupt sound, like a red-hot iron being poured with a scoop of cold water.

Yi looked up, she knew the bald man who was buttered roast duck, the blacksmith of Nirvana and the maker of Steven's extraordinarily large shotgun.

"Hello, Mr. Charles, please come with me to register, thank you very much for your cooperation."

Yi still remembered her duty, so she greeted the blacksmith who was mixed with charcoal and exuded a hot air.

"My time is precious, and I don't have the patience to waste my life here! I brought the book, you can handle it yourself. The damn title of this book doesn't live up to the truth! If it weren't for Camilla's hard enough fists, I would have thrown it in my furnace a long time ago! ”

Blacksmith Charles pulled a crumpled book out of his waistband and handed it to Yi, then turned to move downstairs again.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Charles, the book seems to be damaged, and you will need to pay some gold coins according to Madam Camilla's rules."

Yi looked down at the book in his hand that was half blackened, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Reparations? Are you sure you're asking me to pay compensation? Just for this book that deceives the world and steals its name? Chick! ”

Charles didn't want to stay here long, he wasn't sure when the hateful black man would return, even though it was supposed to be her time to work.

"Yes, I'm sure you need compensation for your rudeness in destroying books."

Yi handed the torn book back to Charles again.

How steel is made.

It's also a very good classic, but it doesn't seem to be suitable for the somewhat grumpy blacksmith in front of you.

"I think it's necessary for you to experience what it means to be rude!"

Charles finally let out an angry roar, and for him, who had always only been in and out, the word "reparation" was enough to stir up his anger.

The silence in the library was completely broken by Charles, and, who had always looked down at the book, finally raised his head.

Charles didn't dare to offend Camilla, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the initiative to return the book to the library. He'd heard some rumors about the lamb-like girl in front of him, but maybe punching her wasn't a big deal.

The blacksmith's fist was not able to swing out, and he saw Heyman, who was standing behind the girl, looking at him with a little displeasure.

In a sense, Heyman's presence saved the blacksmith's life. If he does make a fist, it will definitely be Luo's next work of art.

Charles didn't know, but his experience was enough to give him a faint scruple about this man who seemed to be equally weak.

The fact that a weak creature can live in this new era of cannibalism and stay in this library in Nirvana Town is already very revealing.

He knew why the girl was here, but he didn't know what this equally weak man relied on to stay here.

The blacksmith compensated enough gold coins and apologized to Yi sincerely, then walked out of the library in a huff. If Ning Silent Hold His breath is also an apology.

Yi smiled at, and the other party's friendly gesture deserved her to express her gratitude with a smile. Yi, like Luo, is also afraid of trouble, and this young man seems to have saved Yi from some unnecessary trouble.

Yi returned to the bookshelf she had been on and began to continue reading. was still standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, a look of confusion on his face.

He seemed to have a vague familiarity with the humble and effeminate girl, but he was sure he had never met each other.

Heyman's doubts did not last long, or rather, after meeting his sister, Heine's first words completely solved Heyman's doubts.

"I heard you went to the library, did you go to review your homework? Dear little Heyman, or maybe to meet the little girl from the wilderness with blue eyes? ”

Heine didn't hate, but like Heidi, he definitely didn't like it.

Never before had Heyman been so grateful to his sister, and this gratitude made him bend respectfully, bow solemnly to Heidi, and make his promise.

Just for the blue that is so close.

"Dear Lord Heine, this is the most beautiful sentence I have ever heard. I swear by the glory of the Cardivan family, Nirvana Town, forever yours! ”

Heyman left, leaving hastily and rudely, which was extremely rare for Heyman, who had always attached great importance to aristocratic etiquette.