Kingdom of Blue.

Puze City.

Zerol College.

It was early in the morning, and the language class was already full of students, dressed in the same pale blue textured uniforms, lazily lying on their desks, or chatting with their classmates and friends about recent interesting events.

Of course, this is definitely not indispensable for students who are still studying hard during their breaks.

Brian Morris is one of them.

He has well-rounded features, well-defined silhouettes, and black eyebrow bangs. Bright brown eyes, looking intently at the world's first to appear, and at the same time the source of all writing.

As its name suggests, the Old Vik language is very ancient, invented by a scholar named Vic Colclaugh in the Second Age.

It is said that it is a scholar, but many more people are willing to believe in a legend. Legend has it that Vic Colclough was an angel who couldn't bear to see humans roaring and communicating like animals, so he created language.

With his head slightly raised, Brian looked sadly and looked at the empty desk beside him with complicated eyes.

The spot belonged to his friend Borg Wallis, but the friend didn't know why he hadn't come to school for two days.

At first, Brian thought that Borg had something urgent to deal with, so he didn't rush to school. But two days later, there has been no news from Borg, which can't help but worry Brian.

"Is something important going on? Well...... It's a holiday after this class, so let's go check it out. ”

Suddenly, a student who was close to the gate seemed to sense something, his face changed slightly, and then he shouted to his classmates without hesitation, "Professor Taryn is here!"

Hearing the reminder, the noise in the classroom disappeared instantly, and Brian also retracted his gaze at this time and looked in the direction of the main entrance of the class.

At this time, outside the classroom, there was a crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor. Soon, a middle-aged man in formal clothes, holding a book in one hand, meticulously combed hair, with a straight face and a slightly serious face, stepped into the classroom.

The middle-aged man's name was Taryn Raymond, and he was a very strict and highly taught professor of the language department at Zero College.

Such a personality makes the students in his language classes have a strange feeling that they can quickly gain knowledge after being beaten.

"Ahem......" Professor Taryn walked up to the lecture hall and cleared his throat lightly, then he took out a list of all the students from the mezzanine of the books.

"Now for the roll call. Buck Lamb! ”

"Here!"

"Hamilton Kirton!"

"Here!"

“……”

Professor Taryn's voice is so loud that he can be heard clearly wherever the language students sit in class.

As time passed, many of the students had reported and been recorded by Professor Tylen, and the roll call began to come to an end.

"Brian Morris!" Professor Taryn read aloud the student's roster as he looked to the location of the student in his memory.

"Here!" Brian got up and responded, trying to look as good as he could.

Professor Taryn nodded slowly, smiling stiffly at the student he held in high esteem. After Brian sat down peacefully, Professor Taryn looked around and continued, "Borg Wallis!"

After waiting for a few seconds, and seeing that no one responded, Professor Taryn put a cross behind the name of Borg Wallis on the list......

After some analysis and explanation of the language, Professor Taryn stretched out his left wrist, glanced at the mechanical watch he was wearing on it, and felt that the time was almost up, so he cleaned up the podium while looking at the students and said, "Students, I wish you all a happy holiday!"

"Oh!" Instantly, the classroom erupted in cheers, and the students quickly packed up their books and belongings, intentionally or unintentionally making a sparse collision sound.

Brian gathered all his belongings, put one hand on his waist, and got up and walked towards the class door. As he passed by the lecture hall, Taryn Raymond had not yet left, he beckoned and said to Brian, "Brian, I often see you with Borg, do you know why he hasn't come to class in the last few days?"

Brian froze, he had no idea that Professor Taryn would ask him about Borg.

After a few seconds of silence, Brian reacted, shook his head with a bitter expression and responded: "I'm sorry professor, I haven't seen Borg for two days, and I'm going to take this vacation to visit his house."

Taryn shook his head, then shook his head helplessly: "There's nothing to be sorry for, if Borg still doesn't come to school next week, remember to tell me, if there's anything, I can also help."

Brian hid his worry and looked up and squeezed out a smile: "Professor Tyron, I thank you for your care and help on behalf of Borg, you are not only a knowledgeable scholar, but also a caring elder."

In the end, he paused, thought for a moment and added: "If you can not keep a straight face all the time, but smile more, I believe it will be very popular with your classmates!"

"Got it, let's go back first, it's getting dark!" Taryn waved his hand with the same expression, as if the impatient host was driving away the guests, but without feeling a trace of discomfort.

It turns out that Professor Taryn is still a gentle man at heart.

"Okay." Brian sighed in his heart, smiled and nodded, turned and walked out of the lecture hall.

The sky was darkening, and the crimson moon was slowly rising, emitting a strange red glow, as if trying to engulf all the remaining thin sunlight.

Bryan grabbed his books and went to the parking area of Zerol Academy, where he took out his own bicycle. Then he put a few books in the basket in front of the bicycle, sat on the stool, and rode out of the academy gate on the bicycle as soon as he stepped on his feet.

Ten minutes later, Brian walked through the streets and alleys to No. 55 Rose Street in Puze City, in front of which was a slightly old two-story building.

This is Brian, who shares his home with his brother Knorr.

Parking his bicycle against the wall of the doorway, Brian used the key to open the door, and the layout of the living room came into view.

To the left of the living room is a wooden square dining table with four identical wooden chairs carved with simple patterns, and two brown loveseat sofas on the wall. Two sofas are arranged at right angles, surrounding a glass coffee table with teacups and fresh fruit.

To the right of the living room is a small but all-encompassing kitchen. The kitchen is kept clean and tidy, and you can't see any stains at a glance, and it is not difficult to see that the owner has put a lot of effort into this.

In addition, in the left corner, there is a staircase that winds up to the second floor.

Seeing that his brother had not returned, Brian casually put a few books on the coffee table, took out a note and a pen, and wrote on the paper: "Dear brother, today suddenly there is something to do that needs to be temporarily out, and I don't know how long it will be before I can come back, and you will need to make your own dinner—your dear brother, Brian Morris."

After writing the message, Brian pressed a book against the corner of the note and placed it at the door. Eventually, he ran up to the second floor, entered his room, changed into a white shirt, a brown loose jacket, and loose trousers of the same color, and finally picked up the brown floppy hat on the wooden hanger when he went out.

Back on the first floor, glancing through the window at the view outside, Brian did not hesitate to take the lantern from the cabinet and put a box of matches in his bag, then locked the door and rode to Borg Wallis's house.