When Barin and the others were still at Princeton University, they formed small groups with each other. Two of these groups are well-known and have a certain historical heritage.

In any world, there is a gap between the rich and the poor, and a division between social circles. With the exception of the public universities in the native world of Rome, most of the planets occupied by the Arcanist Lords are private, non-profit institutions. Princeton University, for example, is a standard private, non-profit school.

Since it is a non-profit organization, the school's financial resources mainly rely on social donations. As a result, schools tend to be more or less policy-oriented towards the communities of major donors.

There is no doubt that the main group of donors to Princeton University on this planet is the native-born middle class and above. Therefore, the school's policy also has a practical sexual bias towards the next generation of this population.

This is where the contradiction arises!

Bahraini families are among those who were born and raised on the planet, and have good incomes and are relatively wealthy in the middle class. Naturally, most of Bahrain's social circle at school was also the children of these wealthy families.

In addition to talent, what is more important is the openness of mind in the study of arcane arts. Scholars who are generally able to move to higher realms in arcane arts have mostly good family conditions. It is also easy to understand that the children of the poor are in charge of the house at an early age, and the premature maturity of these children does not give these children so much thought about the things that cannot be turned into money immediately.

Arcane research is precisely one such kind of science that takes a long time to turn into economic benefits. This has set an invisible threshold for children from disadvantaged families.

Over the years, most of Princeton's top scholars have been promoted by students from Bahrain's background. Over time, an invisible bond was established between the group and the school.

The school is also happy to see this, and a strong bond also means a more stable channel of donation.

The situation in Bahrain was a little different, as the school was entering the school in the run-up to the invasion of paradise. Organizations like Heaven that rely on brainwashing the common people to gain the power of faith. The most common means of inciting the proletarians to revolt in order to find an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Therefore, during the current intake in Bahrain, the Lord, in order to stabilize public opinion on the entire planet, forcibly ordered the universities to increase their inclination towards the common class. As a result, the originally solid bond was suddenly broken, and the original vested interests were subjected to serious reverse discrimination.

The contradictions between the aristocratic students and the commoner students represented by Bahrain collided violently in this session. It is also because of the inclination towards the common class that the enrollment rate of their aristocratic students has been greatly reduced.

As a small number of aristocratic students, Bahrain, Victor and others were excluded by most of the civilian students around them, which also made their small circle more stable.

After learning that Bahrain was still alive, the old friends who could be contacted back then put down their jobs and came to get together.

This is the case in human society, the more aristocratic it is, the more rustic it is. On the contrary, those guys who became rich overnight often show a disgusting face of villain. It is basically these new nobles who have ruined the reputation of the aristocracy.

The place of the meeting is not set in a luxurious place. As the actual organizer of the party, Victor saved himself from trouble and settled directly at the café he frequented.

The carriage traveled all the way to this small café that was not very famous.

The increasingly severe energy crisis forced the weather control formation within the barrier to close. The slightly gloomy weather on the outside makes the streets of the city look a little shabby.

The city's main roads are paved with twisted and precipitated elemental remains. The gelatinous, black, twisted remains can be solidified after a simple elementalization process. The output is large enough that it is the best paving material for urban roads.

On both sides of the road are urban sewers, which are covered by bluestone slabs.

The hard horseshoe stepped on the black pavement, and the gel that solidified enough to be slightly malleable collided with the hard horseshoe, making a slightly dull sound.

The carriage stopped at the door of the café, and the two of them got out of the carriage and stepped over the fort about ten centimeters.

Two steps behind, looking at Victor's obsessive-compulsive disorder, Balin showed a wry smile.

"It's still the same after all these years," Bahrain muttered in a low voice.

Push open the door of the café with the same hand that you use every time you open the door, freeze at an angle that is the same every time, and stretch out the same foot that you step in first every time.

Victor's sensitive ears moved slightly, and his mouth curled: "Haven't you gotten used to it?"

The guys in the café only had to look at the angle at which the door opened, and they didn't have to come in to know that it must be Victor.

I rolled my eyes, and sure enough, I saw Victor stepping through the gate.

"Mr. Victor, your friend has arrived!" the man nodded, watching Victor, who never changed the template of his movements, hang up his hat and coat, and gesture in one direction.

Several men were sitting in Victor's usual seat, reading the newspaper. It's just that the empty seat in the middle seems to flow out deliberately, even if the two people sitting next to him are slightly crowded, they don't try to encroach on the empty seat next to them.

Just looking at this awkward posture, you know that it must be an old friend who has known Victor for many years. The men didn't arrive at the same time, but everyone would ask where Victor was usually sitting, and then vacate his place.

"It's not easy for this paranoid person to have so many friends, and it's not easy to ......" The guy turned his mind with a slight sympathy for these men. Even if he only sees Victor in the morning most of the time, he will be embarrassed by this guy's obsessive-compulsive disorder, not to mention these friends who know that Victor has known him for many years.

Looking at the posture, he should have been devastated by Victor's obsessive-compulsive disorder back then, so he habitually developed a seemingly awkward habit.

Victor nodded and whispered a thank you.

In this era, a brass bell was hung at the entrance of the store, and whenever a customer pushed the door open, he would be touched by the angle that could be made on the door.

This is to alert the clerk who may be busy with other jobs to have a customer arrived.

Jingle bells, and the brass bells rang again.

Because of the first brass bell reminder, the few Victor's friends who slowly put down the newspaper and looked up or turned their heads to look at it just wanted to say something out loud.

A not-so-tall figure walked through the gate. The visitor's appearance was not outstanding, but a beautiful, bright, elf-like arcane heart slowly swirled around him.

"Arcanist?" the young man said in a stunned voice.

"Bahrain ......"