"The strongest person in your class is obviously the prince's courtier, the one named Luo What......"

"You mean Roland?"

Morin felt that Summer's answer was a little unexpected, originally he thought that Summer would talk about Xia Zuo! After all, after the battle between the Arena and the Prince of the Highlands, Xia Zuo's strength was known to everyone in the War College.

As for Roland, although Morin sensed that he was usually suspicious of being negative, it wasn't so strong that he could be stronger than Xia Zuo, right?

Or is Roland really hidden to this extent?

Summer smiled and continued, "But in terms of his current ability, he is far from dealing with me. So you'd better give up and want to kill my stupid thoughts. Enjoy life!" Saying that, this guy in the summer actually left Morin and walked directly in front of Roland!

Mo Lin felt a little nervous at the moment: could it be because of the problem he just made Summer want to kill Roland now to get rid of the trouble!

At this moment, Rand was busy chatting with other nobles, so Roland leaned on the edge of the balcony and looked at Rand alone, looking a little lonely. When he saw Summer walking towards him, he felt a little uncomfortable at the moment, similar to the feeling he had when he first saw Summer.

"Do you know who I am?" asked Summer, her eyes sharpening a little.

Roland was slightly stunned, because few people usually come to talk to him, so he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Are you...... That friend of Morin?" replied Roland.

For Roland's answer, Summer seemed to be quite interested. He held his chin and looked up into Roland's eyes, and said thoughtfully, "It seems that you are as ...... as I think."

Roland felt that the discomfort he felt before had become even more intense after the summer approached, and he felt a little dizzy at the moment. As a last resort, Roland left the balcony and returned to the interior, heading to where Rand was.

In the middle of the way, Roland almost bumped into a little guy with a wine glass, so he took a glass of red wine.

Morin looked at Roland's back nervously, worried that his current bad look was because of what summer had done to him.

Summer waved his hand at Mo Lin innocently: "This has nothing to do with me, maybe he is allergic to me!"

Allergic?

That's a funny statement. Mo Lin couldn't help but feel a little helpless, but he didn't realize that his relationship with Summer seemed to be much more harmonious than before.

Inside the hall, Rand also seemed to notice that Roland's face was not quite right. He hurriedly threw off the nobleman who was talking to him and came over to care about Roland's condition.

Roland waved his hand and drank all the red wine in the glass, only then did he feel more transparent.

"Are you alright, would you like to rest for a while?" Rand asked with a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine, maybe it's because it's a little stuffy. Roland replied. As the prince's courtier, he usually wears close-fitting short armor on weekdays, and it is indeed a little stuffy in such a season.

Roland leaned against the window, only to feel that his head was getting more and more dizzy, and gradually he couldn't support it.

"Why don't we go back?" Rand thought that it was not a good idea to stay like this, so he proposed to go home.

Roland said, "No. What if we go back to Sakurakaze? She's been looking forward to today for a long time, and you shouldn't let her down. I'll just go back myself. Somehow, he began to feel a chill in his body.

"That's it, he's a big man who still needs someone to send him, isn't there a shame in it! Lanter, you leave him alone, just let him go back by himself!" At this time, Gray, the transfer student who lived with them, said disgustedly, he didn't care at all about Roland, the buddy who lived next door to him.

"That'...... Well, you be careful on the road. Rand hesitated, but finally agreed with Roland's idea and let him go back on his own.

However, before sending Roland to the carriage, Rand did not forget to put his shawl on Roland, for fear that he would catch a cold with the night breeze.

"Look at how considerate this prince is! Roland really doesn't know where he got such good luck! You see that they are all commoners, why can they meet a noble person like Rand in their lives!" Roy looked at the situation at the door from the balcony, his face full of envy and jealousy.

Todd looked at Roy with an indulged look, and quickly poured a wave of cold water on him: "What's the matter, kid? You're still jealous of others, let's see if you have this life!"

"What's wrong with me? Except for Roland, who is not as good as me in other places! As far as his cold and numb personality is concerned, and Rand's personality is so tolerant of him, if he meets other young masters, he will not know where to stay for a long time! Why do you say that Rand has taken a fancy to him?" Roy asked unconvinced, obviously dissatisfied with his lack of talent.

When Todd heard this, he slapped Roy the head with a "whoosh". Roy hurriedly covered his head, feeling that his scalp was a little numb.

"Why are you hitting me!" Roy said angrily.

"I'm beating you to let you talk less about these things! Other people don't know how to chew their tongues, and you yourself as Roland's classmate still say this, that's really unkind! Besides, this is a matter between the two of them, and it's not our turn to talk nonsense like outsiders. ”

Roy reluctantly shut his mouth.

At this time, on the carriage that sent Roland home, the situation seemed to be a little bad.

Roland sat in the carriage, only to feel a little chilly, weak, and dizzy. His stomach was also churning, making him feel dizzy.

"Uncle, stop the car!"

Finally, Roland couldn't hold it anymore.

After the car came to a stop, Roland stumbled out of the carriage and began to vomit on the side of the street.

The old man who was driving the car looked panicked and hurriedly handed water to Roland. Roland waved his hand, finally feeling a little more comfortable. He looked up at the old man who was driving, and suddenly saw a black shadow behind the coachman, who took a stick in his hand and hit the driver on the head!

Roland just wanted to say something, but then, he only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then his eyes went black, and he didn't know anything.