At half past eight in the morning, the carriage stopped in front of the soon-to-be-completed King's Cross railway station.

Opposite the station is the sprawling University of London School of Occultism, the best in the world.

Yu Lian smoothed the wrinkles of his clothes and stepped on the pedals of the carriage to get off.

"Sir, 4pence."

Short bus carriages cost 2p and long distances cost 4p.

In the first year, a casual worker was paid only about 30 pence a day.

Although it is called a public carriage, the poor citizens at the bottom do not dare to sit it often.

Going back and forth every day, it also adds up to a lot of expenses, is there a way to save it...... Yu Lian distressed and handed over 4 copper coins.

"May God bless you." The coachman took the money and said habitually.

"I'm not religious."

The boy's voice was very pleasant, with a slight hint of French accents, really.

The coachman looked back at him in surprise.

However, he had already stepped into the school gate with his suitcase.

For French men, the impression of the coachman is nothing more than a frivolous man who likes "curly hair, powder, wearing gold-trimmed tops, pumps, and long white stockings".

Monsieur de France in this gorgeous costume is without exception a playboy.

This guy must also be a playboy, after all, he is not religious...... The simple and honest coachman thought to himself.

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The School of Occultism, University of London, is built on a raised platform with a good view in Camden, West London.

It covers a large area, surrounded by high stone walls, and when you enter the gate, you will see a tall oak tree towering over it. The oak trees were luxuriant, and the sky was covered with branches, and the trees were a hundred years old, to say the least.

A cobblestone school road separates around the giant tree and then converges in a straight line to the school building.

The school buildings are all made of stone.

Every wall is smooth, straight, hard, and cold.

At the opening ceremony of the new students, an old student in a wheelchair borrowed the stone of the school building and made a speech:

"A school made of stone, it doesn't absorb anything. Or rather, it's going to bounce everything back. Whether it's laughter or crying, all voices will be bounced; Whether it is running, walking, or falling, all shocks will bounce back on you; Whether it is a fight or a kick, the only one who hurts is yourself; Whether it is sorrow or happiness, you have to bear it all for yourself - remember this, the school is not gentle at all, it will indifferently push away all your joys and sorrows. ”

These cold words, coming out of the mouth of an ice beauty senior sister, are quite charming.

Although she is a cripple in a wheelchair, she is really good-looking.

"What's her name......

On the way to the classroom with the suitcase, Yu Lian racked his brains to recall the name of the senior sister.

Rosalia Lorraine...... Decarolini, there seems to be a long list behind her, is she really German, how can she have such a cumbersome name?

"Good morning, Carolingian."

"Good morning."

Walking on the school road, there were good-looking female classmates greeting Yu Lian from time to time.

After all, he is very good-looking, and he has the first grade in the school in theory class, and if he doesn't have much money, he will definitely receive an invitation to the ball every week.

"Hey~"

Someone said hello lazily.

Yu Lian, who recalled the cold beauty senior sister, looked up and looked forward.

At the fork in the road leading to the teaching building, a blonde young man with a sleepy face yawned repeatedly.

It's you, give me the information...... Yu Lian's eyes lit up slightly and walked forward.

"Eric, my friend, it's a pleasure to meet you......"

Eric Dyer, a native of Yorkshire.

This year's seventeenth, and Yu Lian is a freshman in the same class.

The family conditions are average, and he works with Yu Lian, and he looks a little handsome.

There are many rich women in the private club.

Yu Lian doesn't sell his art, he has nothing to sell, so he chooses to sell his body directly.

He's a social guy.

Any gossip in the school can be inquired about him, and after successfully breaking into the circle of London ladies with his body, he also knows some things about the upper class.

"Julien, my friend, I'm glad to see you." Eric smiled and opened his arms to greet Julien, but when he got closer, he suddenly stared into his eyes and said loudly, "Don't move yet." ”

"What's wrong?" Yu Lian stopped.

Eric stretched out his finger and curiously wanted to poke Yu Lian's face, but Yu Lian avoided it.

His expression was puzzled, a little incredulous: "How do I feel like you've become handsome......"

“……”

Yu Lian did not speak expressionlessly.

Although being handsome is something to be happy about, from the mouth of a cowherd, he feels that something is wrong.

"Yu Lian, I mean seriously, you don't have a low-paying job like playing the violin, go find a rich widow. You've got a quality that attracts women, and you're fine. Eric said firmly.

"Thank you for your advice." Yu Lian glared at him angrily.

Eric smiled and turned to walk forward.

The surrounding landscape is more like a monastery than a school.

There is a circular pool in the center of the atrium, and although you can see the fountain device, it has never been sprayed, and it looks very deserted.

"By the way, I saw that you looked preoccupied just now, did you encounter something?" Eric asked as he yawned.

"It's not a big deal." Yu Lian smiled faintly, "It's just that I just thought of the young lady who gave a speech at the freshman conference." ”

"What!"

Eric looked surprised.

Yu Lian subconsciously asked, "Can't you think about it?" ”

"Let me make sure first, do you mean Miss Rosalia Lorraine Alice von de Carolini?" Eric asked solemnly.

Her name is so long......

Yu Lian replied calmly, "It should be her." ”

"Julien, my friend, you didn't play the violin last night, could it be ......" Eric opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

He had the best relationship with Yu Lian at school because of the part-time jobs they worked with, and he thought it necessary to correct his friend's wrong ideas.

"Yu Lian, listen!"

"I'm listening." Yu Lian looked at him quietly.

Eric lowered his voice and whispered, "Do you know who she is?" ”

"I think about it......," Yu Lian pondered for a moment, "as if I had heard that she was the daughter of a Bavarian farmer." ”

"It's not wrong, but this farmer is not ordinary." "She is the daughter of the largest farmer in Bavaria, and the little princess of the Bavarian royal family. ”

Yu Lian's mind moved.

In these years, Germany is still scattered.

After the collapse of the Holy Roman Empire, which was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire, was destroyed by Napoleon, the vast territory was divided into dozens of German-speaking states, and the Kingdom of Bavaria, with its capital in Munich, was the second most powerful state in Germany after Prussia.

It was not until twenty years later that Prussia, led by Bismarck, defeated France in the Franco-Prussian War, and King Wilhelm I of Prussia was crowned Emperor of Germany at Versailles, France, and a unified German Empire (German II) was finally born.

Tut!

It's a miserable France.

"How do you know who she really is?" Yu Lian asked.

Although she never made her identity public, almost all the ladies of London knew who she was, and every noblewoman wanted her to be their daughter-in-law. So, my friend......" At this, Eric patted Julien on the shoulder comfortingly, and smiled bitterly regretfully, "We poor boys are too far away from the princess in the sky, you better forget her sooner." ”

Yes.

Human society is a hierarchical pyramid structure.

The gap between the poor and the rich, the commoners and the aristocracy, the class gap creates only endless suffering, and it is definitely not romantic.

Yu Lian's eyes flashed with a momentary sense of loss, but he quickly recovered, and pretended to smile indifferently: "Don't talk about the princess, it is already a great luck for us to be able to marry a young lady of the daughter of the mayor of London in this life......"

"If you want to say this, I'm not sleepy!"

Eric, who originally looked like he had been overly squeezed and collapsed, suddenly had a smile on his face: "The mayor's daughter has often come to the club to dine recently, and I am quite familiar with her, do you want to get to know her?" ”

“…… Do you actually know each other? ”

Yu Lian was a little surprised.

He knew that the mayor's daughter was a regular at the club, but the mayor's daughter knew her classmates from the cowherd, which was very unexpected.

"I said Yu Lian, do you want to think about it and please those noble ladies with me." Eric said to him quite seriously, "On your terms, as long as you can say some coaxive words, you can earn 2,000 pounds a year." Even if you play the violin, even if you break the strings, you can't make that much ......."

"You'd better think more about your own safety!" Yu Lian replied angrily.

After a slight pause, he stared at the Cowherd classmate beside him, with a worried expression: "I heard that the mayor's daughter is married, you be careful, don't be caught by someone's husband......"

"You said the guy named Fred?" Eric shrugged disdainfully, "That guy is an out-and-out bastard, and Mrs. Davis, although she is his wife, is also the one who looks down on him the most." Three years ago, that guy dumped his old lover and climbed to the mayor's house......"

"I'm not interested in any of that!"

Yu Lian looked impatient on the surface, but secretly he remembered every word he said.

The death of the mayor's son-in-law is definitely a big news sensation in the city, and he must be prepared not to be suspected of himself by anyone.