Chapter 9: The Secret of the "Aristocrats".
Alfer dragged Vincent through the playground quickly, intending to go to a place like a warehouse or a stable where there were not many classmates to talk about what he overheard, Vincent wanted to go to the warehouse, but Alfer suggested that he should choose the stable.
"We grab a handful of hay and give it to the horses a little bit so that the sound of the horses can drown out what we are talking about, and it is better for the teachers not to be heard. β
"Oh! good idea, so that even if we get caught by the teacher, we can say that we are feeding the horses!" Then, staring at Alver's face, Vincent added a very sincere suggestion, "It's better to take your expression relaxed, Alver......" Vincent made a somewhat exaggerated expression that resembled seriousness, and the corners of his mouth drooped down to his chin, "This is what you look like now, you look like you're going to murder someone." β
Vincent insisted on adjusting Elf's expression, and Alfer saw that Vincent was very insistent and didn't want to refuse him too much, so the two stood on the edge of the playground like idiots for a while and winked at each other, and the children in the kindergarten class who passed by even laughed out loud when they saw them.
"Oh, well, now everybody thinks we're idiots. Vincent rubbed his face and motioned for Alph to rest the muscles on his face as well. "Then no one will follow us. β
"I don't think it takes much effort, Vincent," Alfer pressed his fist to the corner of his jaw, feeling the tip of the bone poke out of his skin as Vinson twisted his face a little longer, "and if you notice someone following, they'll be scared to disappear as soon as you turn around." β
"Hah! Thank you for the compliment!"
When they arrived at the stable, they picked a horse and fed it hay one by one, causing the horses to neigh in a gentle, low voice.
"You've got pretty good ears, Vincent. Alph said as he stroked the horse's head and looked at the long eyelashes of the horse's eyes.
"Oh... This is also one of the reasons why I have a bad temper, my ears are too sensitive, and I will hear a lot of things that I shouldn't hear. Vincent teased the horse's lips with hay and said unhappily.
"Do you plan to develop anything other than inherit your noble name? such as leading an army or somethingβyou're really fit to be a scout. Alfer praised him sincerely, "Although others say that I am good at everything, and the teachers have advised me to continue with the previous course, but I am also not good at it, and if you don't remind me today, I won't pay attention to what the teachers are saying." β
"My mother was an elven scout and was also well-known among the elven troops. Vincent said suddenly, "And my father is the prince of the demon clan, he is a powerful mage, I inherited one of my mother's advantages, that is, I have a keen hearing, but I am not much like my father, you know, my magic sensing ability is very poor, when I was a child, the housekeeper told me that it was because of the mixed blood." β
"Well, I don't know very well, but the book says that demons are born with that kind of complicated, tattoo-like symmetry marks? Because you're more like your mother, you don't have one on you?"
"We call that demon mark, the higher the demon race, the less that trace. Vincent took off his sackcloth jacket and turned his back to Alver, revealing a pale blue mark on his back that was the size of a palm and resembled some kind of bird totem, "Of course I have! My mark symbolizes lightness and freedom, my father told me." It's just that the principal doesn't allow me to tell others that I'm a high-level demon, and he's afraid that I'll be kidnapped by bad people and go to ask my uncle for ransom, and that bastard won't spend money to save me. β
"Can I touch it?" Alver asked involuntarily, fascinated by the trail for no apparent reason, "I think... It's amazing! Let me have a touch?"
"Of course, but that's a strange request, isn't it?" Vincent smiled and nodded in agreement.
"It's beautiful, Vincent. β
"Thank you. Vincent waited for Alver to finish studying his scar, and put on his shirt to remind Elver, "We need to talk about what we just heard." β
"Oh yes, I'm sorry!" said Elver, a little embarrassed at forgetting the purpose of his visit to the stable.
Vincent, however, was unimpressed that Alver had forgotten this, and took a brush to brush the hair on the horse's face, and honestly admitted, "I'm a little scared, Elf. β
"There are teachers!" Alver said with a sigh of relief, hesitating to tell his friends.
Vincent sighed.
"If it's too dangerous, we'll be escorted back in advance. And in the past studies, everyone was very good...... I mean, we can still run away, and it only takes fifteen minutes at most to run from Diru Village to the school. β
"Elver, have you ever seen a monster attack someone?"
"I've been in the academy for as long as I can remember, and I've only seen wild boars from afar. β
"I've seen that demons grow faster than other races, but they live longer, according to the growth rate, the demons are about three years old, and humans are about two years old - I clearly remember what happened before and after the Great Collapse, I was trapped in the ruins for five days, through the gaps, watching all kinds of monsters wreak havoc in the city, attacking the wounded or people who came to save people, those monsters are like they don't feel pain, they won't stop attacking if they are beaten with a few pieces of flesh, and if there are living people, they will never eat corpses. β
"I'm not trying to remind you of the painful experience. Alver wanted to interrupt Vincent.
"I mean, if a particularly high-level ghoul appears, we must run first at all costs, we have no ability to save anyone, I'm not afraid of you being angry, when I met you, you were kind and a little stupid, even if I told your classmates what they did to you behind your back, you still greeted them the next day, if I didn't say it in advance, you would definitely turn around and go back to save people. β
"Vincent, be brave!" Elph wasn't angry at Vincent's words, he understood Vincent's concerns, and he remembered what Principal Krent had said to him.
"You said you were scared at the thought of being attacked by a wolf...... I watched as my mother was still panting for breath, and she was being devoured by a giant ghoul before my eyes......" Vincent didn't have the strength in his hands, and the horse groaned softly as he brushed it.
Alver couldn't hold it anymore and decided to tell his friend everything the headmaster had said to him.