During the discussion, Calis hooked the corners of her lips and opened her mouth to defend Archimia, but the words she said were timidant, "I think she, Ashhumia, she just wants to see the ...... of Gallotti Academy" Callis's voice floated through the hall, as if unintentionally said Ashumia's name, "Everyone has worked very hard to get here, and the civilians must be curious about this place!" ”

"All this is excusable, please don't be angry."

Calis's words are clever, not only pointing out that Adehumia is not from a high background and wants to get something for nothing, trying to stand on the same level as them with some cleverness, but also cleaning up the relationship with herself.

Calis's words unsurprisingly aroused the disgust of some people towards Archhimia, and the eyes of disdain or disgust pierced Archhimia's body like a needle, but Ashhumia straightened up in the eyes of everyone.

She blinked, how could she not hear the meaning of Caris's words? It turned out that Calis had urged her to go to the Wyvern not because she was worried about being late, but because she wanted to make a fool of herself. Aimee was exempted from punishment, and it was not a good intention to bring her here, but the green grass and rattan covered with the trap.

Carris was waiting for her to jump down—or rather, she had already jumped, just waiting to be caught.

Why did Caris do this to her? Is it because she said the wrong thing in a moment? However, she was indeed unconscious, and she apologized seriously, even if Carris was still angry, she could have pointed it out to her face, or scolded her, and she would accept it. Isn't it too much to tease her like this and make her the target of public criticism?

Ashumia tilted her head and looked at Caris again with an expressionless face, and Calis was also looking at Alshumia pitifully, her delicate appearance was pitiful.

"Don't try to bully Calis!" Someone else whispered to Achumia, "Since you don't have the right to stay here, get out of here!" The young man looked at Calis with pity, and what he said to Alshumia was not very vicious, but it was also extremely harsh, "Forged the school emblem, forged the admission letter, and deceived and threatened Caliss to bring you in!" You're really scheming! It's a pity that no matter how scheming you are, you will always be just a useless civilian! ”

"Look at it! She didn't dare to wear her school badge on her chest at all! Because her school badge is forged! Another boy jumped out and pointed to the school crest on his chest, "Calis told us that her crest has seven flowers!" ”

Arshumia looked at the school emblem he was pointing to, and there was indeed only a flower on it. But her school badge isn't fake! The school emblem she got in her hand was seven flowers! Maybe what's the reason for the difference in school emblems? Did this convict her of falsifying a new life? Still besieging her like this? This is too unreasonable!

Everyone was looking at Ashumia, and Ashumia's courage had not been eroded in the eyes of everyone, even if she was surrounded by a group of people, no matter what her attitude was now, their misunderstanding and hostility towards her would not change. And the culprit of all this is Carris!

Carris's words did deceive many like-minded people who considered themselves noble and hated commoners, believing that they were not qualified to study in the same school as them. But standing here were some noble children, who just stood aside and exuded disgust for Achumia out of upbringing. The only people who made trouble were a few teenagers who knew Cariss, and most of them still maintained an attitude of watching the excitement and discussing it privately. But the hostile and colorful performance of these teenagers has filled the entire hall with a sense of unpeace.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice came from the other end of the hall, a flat, simple statement with an irresistible majesty. The voice was not loud, but it was like a sharp sword that split the original atmosphere in the hall in two, and everyone seemed to be silent as if by magic, and their eyes invariably looked at the young man who was walking in unison.