"Young master, there is one more thing."

"Hopefully it's no longer a hassle......"

The old butler was a little embarrassed, after all, he acquiesced in this revenge. But he didn't expect that at this time, Fran only wanted to be a salted fish, and he was most afraid that others would cause trouble for him.

"Your brother has sent a message in the afternoon that he will arrive in Olin City tomorrow."

"Ah~ it's that workaholic, meow. Little Fran is going to pick him up and meow? I recently fell in love with a cat litter, and I think we can help the poor weak and helpless kitten fulfill its wish meow~"

"As long as you don't get into trouble, I'll be happy to accommodate any of your requests. As for picking up people, I'll trouble you, Mr. Butler. ”

"Young Master, aren't you going in person?"

Fran shook his head. That's just a nominal brother, so what's the difference between going and not going? What's more, the brother who has always appeared in the mouth of outsiders is not clear about his attitude, after all, Fran is just a family member with an unjustified name.

The elder brother who had never met before probably made a special trip to attend the upcoming plane exchange meeting, and then heard about Fran, and ran to take a few looks out of curiosity. Or worse?

Clearing the portal on behalf of the Feasters? Although he doesn't know much about that night of chewing that was feared by countless people many years ago, as a person who experienced it in his infancy, Fran can still be sure that his existence is a very humiliating thing for the supreme evil god.

What's more, I had just promised that little Nizi that I would go with her to the exchange venue being built tomorrow.

"No, I have more important things. Speaking of which, do you want to come with the Secret Keeper? Maybe I can buy you some small gifts by the way."

"Meow? Go, go, go!

The voyeur nodded humanely, obviously extremely happy. But the old butler stopped talking, and felt that it seemed a little impolite for his young master to throw the distinguished guest aside. But looking at the figure of Fran getting up and preparing to leave, he wisely did not open his mouth to continue to dissuade. He understood why Fran was reluctant to pick up his brother in person, and at this critical juncture, unnecessary communication would attract suspicion from those who cared about it.

The old butler sighed, but Fran was still too young, and even if he did not personally greet the most favored family of the revelers, as soon as that family member appeared in Orin, boundless suspicion would swarm in him. Sometimes it is not up to you whether you do something or not, but on those who think they are smart.

Orin was foggy this morning, and a thick fog filled the city with its grandeur, but full of strange contrasts. People in the Old Town wrapped themselves in tattered clothes and walked through the fog. The fog stained the ends of their messy hair, condensing into droplets, and their faces were numb, and their blank eyes continued to scan through the fog. The low visibility forced them to be vigilant in case they bumped into some big people who couldn't ram them.

A black limousine cut through the fog and passed them. There was finally some brilliance in the insensitive eyes, which were called envious eyes. But after seeing the keel cross etched on the car, they lowered their heads in a hurry, it was a noble lord, if they were annoyed, the dozen or so people in the lower city might not care, but would greet each other with a smile and humbly ask if they could have fun.

I vaguely remember a poet who was driven out of Orin City and said that in this city full of miracles, there is only one kind of people, and that is the Upper City.

It may be cruel, but this is the reality, and with the rapid development of mechanical technology, the difference between the two urban areas of Olin has been widened over time. Even to some of the people who are lucky enough to enter the upper town, it is already like a fairyland. It has a clean water source and a wide variety of autonomous walking machines. There are bizarre robots that sweep the streets day and night, and the food there is cooked by robots, no matter what food you like, as long as you can roughly describe it and pay for it. Within three minutes, hot food will be placed at the table and you can enjoy it.

But these have nothing to do with them, third-class citizens are not allowed to enter the upper city without a valid reason, and once discovered, those fierce mounted police will drive their bright motorcycles, accompanied by a roar, and give those filthy lower city rats a hard stick!

The only way to rise may be to be admitted to some colleges and universities, so that it is possible to upgrade the third-class citizenship to the second-class citizenry.

For example, the three little kids in Mouse Ass Alley, who don't know what shit luck they took, were recommended by a first-class citizen to go to the ivory tower of the best university in Olin City.

Tsk, what kind of first-class citizens, aren't they just aristocratic lords~

But even so, they still haven't left Orin City to find a way to live in other remote towns, without him, even if they are from the lower city of Olin City, even if they are third-class citizens, after all, they are half of the citizens of Olin City, compared to those countrymen in the poor countryside, they are always a little stronger.

The whistle of the train pierced far through the fog and reached their ears, and they hurried to their feet for their dinner to-night.

On the train platform, people with different looks wandered here, their tired faces stained with a little fog, but when the whistle of the train came from afar, they were stunned, and the wanderers who had not returned home for a long time and their friends who had come from afar were on the train, and they touched their faces in a panic, trying to wipe all the difficulties from them in this light stroke. But the ridiculously scattered sideburns everywhere show that their lives are not as glamorous as they are written in the letters.

The sound of boots on the ground sounded noisily, and it seemed that a group of people rushed to this side in a hurry, and when they looked back, it turned out to be a group of police officers who had been hiding in the office all day long, smoking, drinking and chatting, and running with panicked faces.

They used the batons in their hands to rudely divide a clearing in the crowded area, ignoring the insults around them, but instead raised the batons in their hands proudly, and looked at the shabby but extremely clean guys who were silent and cowering, and sneered.

But when he saw the old man coming slowly from the platform, he put away the baton in his hand, put on a flattering look, surrounded the old man, and kept talking about something.

The old man did not look a little bored by the noisy words of the policeman, but politely listened to the nourishing and meaningless gossip, and nodded his head in approval with a smile.

The recognition of this old man, who was a noble lord at first glance, made the heart of the police captain suddenly rise with infinite pride, and his voice couldn't help but play a little.

"To ...... If you want me to say...... The guest you're going to greet is a strange person, and you don't have to do a good airship, but you have to get together with a bunch of inferior people to take the train. ”

The old man looked at the train that kept coming in the distance, and straightened his suit, which was worth a lot of money at first glance, "Yes, that gentleman has always been strange......"