In a quiet bookstore, drinks are also sold. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the corner of the wall, away from the rows of bookshelves, there are four or five small round tables, and in that corner, waiters are brewing hot drinks that their boss and guests have just ordered.

It was a rather imposing old man, with a delicate beard, decent clothes, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and the long leisure days made this person's skin different from ordinary people's fairness, and naturally, there was an elegant and noble temperament.

He crossed his fingers with his hands, supported his chin, looked at Vivien, who was sitting in front of him, and spoke in a tone full of vicissitudes and serenity: "How long have we not seen each other? ”

"Unconsciously, it's been more than ten years. Vivien seemed to be infected by the atmosphere created by his words, she nodded, thoughtful, and said, "Carl, after all these years......"

"I'm not having a good time at all. The old man named Carl interrupted Vivien, "What about you?"

"Who cares about you. Vivien was suddenly angry, "I'm asking you, for so many years, no one has told you that your hand on your chin looks like a sissy?"

Mom, you're actually here to find fault, aren't you?" Luger, who was waiting solemnly on the side, twitched the corner of his eye several times.

He was still in dog form.

The law of the effect and failure of the transformation potion seems to have changed again.

However, Luger couldn't care about the potion at the moment, and he had inadvertently glanced at himself in the mirror. I was surprised to find that his transformed form was exactly the same as Gehr.

No wonder Vivien had made a mistake before.

Carl was visibly choked, and he coughed several times to hide his embarrassment, "Vivien, you're still so outspoken, and Luf, the Humpty Dumpty, can stand you." ”

"Carl, you're such a sissy, that is, Ivy can stand you. ”

From a dry cough, the old man suddenly turned into a violent cough, his face flushed, "Shut up." ”

It's a bit annoyed and angry.

"Okay, I don't care about you either. Come, this time looking for you, you just need to sign here, and we will take care of the rest. ”

"It's ...... The old man frowned, although he didn't care much about Ashar's daughter, but anyway, the little girl also had her own blood flowing in it, and he glanced at Vivien, "And Luger's, your son? ”

Then, without waiting for Vivien to speak, Karl took a quill from his breast pocket, flicked it twice, and quickly signed his name.

"Okay, don't bother me with this kind of thing in the future, and I won't participate in the marriage. He threw it over.

Vivian stood up, not minding the other party's bad attitude, she checked it herself, and after it was indeed correct, she sighed twice: "If you weren't Ashar's father in the legal sense, if you didn't sign it, this marriage contract would not be recognized by the law, and I really didn't want to come to you." ”

As soon as she turned around, Vivien greeted Luger, who was on the side, and went out the door.

Lugdo glanced at the old man, who had met Ashar's biological father for the first time. This body is not related to Ashar in terms of blood.

He shook his head, Ashar's family relationship was complicated, and he hadn't figured it out yet, so he could only say that it was a poor little girl.

A little girl who is only twelve years old thinks about how to make money all day long. In most commoner homes, this may be sensible enough, but from the perspective of social stratology learned from thorns, it is a kind of parental sorrow.

If it weren't for the embarrassment, how could he have deeply understood the importance of money at an innocent age.

After all, Ashar and Luger are not the same.

He crossed over.

But then again, isn't it a bit too beastly to get him engaged to a little girl...... It's just that what's going on with this inexplicable sense of excitement?

Shaking his head again, Luger decided not to think about it and respect his mother's wishes.

After all, this is also the tradition of thorns, and he is a man who likes to follow the crowd. Riding on four short legs, he ran a little comfortably, followed Vivien into a carriage, and when he got out of the carriage, it was not without surprise that he arrived at Ashar's house.

A slightly humble residential building.

It was Ashar who welcomed Vivien into the house, and she was the only one in the house now. In front of Vivian, this is a well-behaved, sensible, and quiet little girl.

She spoke softly to Vivien.

Lu Ge looked at it on the side, it seemed that the Purple Golden Flower Academy had been in the limelight for all these years, and it was not the people of the Purple Golden Flower Academy who were bragging. This is a world ruled by the aristocracy, and no matter what nature the academy is, if it wants to become an upper-class school, it must move closer to the nobility.

Just looking at Ashar's hypocrisy, he already has seventy or eighty percent of his skills.

With a yawn, Luger simply fell to the ground, he didn't know when the Transfiguration potion would be effective again, and he didn't mind letting Vivien know about it. After all, he didn't intend to hide it in the first place.

Suddenly, Luger found a pair of white calves in front of him, and then a knee half-covered by the skirt.

He looked up.

It was found that it was Ashar crouched in front of him.

"Mr. Gehr?" she called out tentatively.

Luger suddenly shook his ears, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly realized that Morin's people should have been found. But unexpectedly, the first thing they looked for was Gehr.

He stood up, looked at Ashar, and made a very human gesture - raised his paw and stroked the bottom of her skirt.

Ashar froze.

But she quickly came back to her senses and wanted to give Luger a kick, but she seemed to think of something else, probably someone who took care of her, she endured it, and then made a gesture at Luger to let him out.

Luger obediently walked out the door.

"Someone wants to see you, in the alley behind!" said this indignantly, and Ashar slammed the door shut.

Luger pouted, this is really not funny!

Listening, he trotted downstairs, out of the spiral staircase, through a narrow walkway, and out the door was the alley that Ashar had spoken of. The four fields are dark, the light is not very abundant, this place is obviously rarely visited, a deserted and dirty scene, you can see the excrement sticking to the garbage.

Luger pulled aside with a slight disgust, and soon a figure appeared in his field of vision.

"Mr. Gehr, I've been waiting so long, it's great that you're here. ”

It's humane.

Luger apologized for keeping him waiting, then pounced, smashing his throat with a claw before he could react.