As the saying goes, if you don't hit someone in the face, you will see each other in the future;

But 'Half Face', or John Nivelle Jr., apparently didn't care about the convention. In front of Andrew Taylor, he mentioned with a big grin that in a practical class not long ago, the young master of the Taylor family avoided the provocation of the Cullen family and hung up the exemption card, which suddenly made the atmosphere in the entire lounge awkward.

In Alpha Academy, especially among the children of the family, the 'sense of honor' has always had a very delicate position. Two strange wizards can either sympathize with each other and become close friends because of their common 'honor', or they can fight because of a little 'face' and become hostile for life.

Therefore, most of the wizards of Alpha will be very cautious when they meet for the first time.

Be careful with every word, every word, every sentence, every gesture you make, even every look you look at – after all, no one wants to get into trouble for no reason.

Therefore, when Nivelle unceremoniously mocked in front of everyone, the first reaction of many people in this room was not to go back, but to carefully self-reflect first, whether they had done something wrong.

In the eyes of some who do not know what is going on, this cautious reaction is often described as 'moody and invisible', or compliments such as 'family demeanor' and 'great witch temperament'. Of course, in the eyes of the other faculties of First University, this is naturally another proof of the Alpha 'hypocrites'.

Although Andrew Taylor has not been in Alpha Academy for a long time, with a similar family background, he is easily familiar with the way the 'Alphas' behave in the world.

So the young werewolf didn't make any drastic moves after his blushing face, but he just looked a little dazed - the phrase 'hot face sticks to cold ass' can very vividly describe his current mood.

He couldn't understand why the senior cadre of the Blood Friends Association in front of him was dissatisfied with him.

He didn't understand, and Neville was naturally under no obligation to make it clear to him.

For Neville, he had too many reasons to be upset.

The 'gambling' business, which was originally monopolized by the Blood Friends, was forced to spit out a lot of shares and lose a lot of income due to the sudden rise of the owner of this house, and even the new channel he had worked so hard to open up was also picked halfway.

It gave him the feeling that he was getting 'useless'.

This is totally intolerable.

Neville will never forget that when he was seven years old, his sister, who was only three years old and had been identified as having no magical talent, was carried out of the house by the butler in a basket and never returned.

The only explanation for this among the elders is that 'she's useless'.

Little Nivelle still remembers very clearly, before going out, his sister tugged at his finger and kept shouting 'sugar, sugar', while he clutched the 'panda toffee' in his hand and was reluctant to give up.

So ever since the owner of this room forced him to hand over many benefits, he had always had a strong sense of crisis. I am afraid that I will be carried in the basket and thrown out, lest the toffee in my hand be taken away.

And now, these guys still want to control the market to some extent!

This annoyed him even more.

As a traditional businessman, John Nivelle Jr. always believed that there was no quality more important than honesty. Especially for the 'gaming' business, every copper thrown by customers is a manifestation of their trust.

And now, he's going to ruin his credibility with his own hands—even if the guests don't know it, but in his heart, he's almost penniless.

A penniless businessman will naturally have the urge to break the jar.

Rather than mocking the Taylor werewolves, Neville was expressing some kind of displeasure to the owner of the house by 'beating the dog'.

"Oh, young people nowadays, it's too easy to be impulsive. A hoarse and slick voice came from behind the door, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere in the room.

This has come as a relief to many.

John Nevelle Jr. turned his head and, as expected, saw a familiar figure.

"Young people, the fire will naturally be a little stronger...... Besides, we are not like you, just a shadow hanging on the wall. The wizard, who wore a hood even in the room, glanced back at the picture frame hanging behind the door and mocked, "At least we still have a 'good heart'." ”

The picture in the wooden frame behind the door is printed with the shadow of a tall and lanky wizard - he is also an 'acquaintance' of Zheng Qing, the owner of the wandering bar on the pedestrian street of Beta, who is privately identified by the students as a 'wandering wizard' of a dark wizard.

"Conscience?" said the wandering wizard, "what a nostalgic word." ”

Perhaps the cramped size of the frame left him with little room to play, and the wandering wizard in the portrait finally gave up on pulling the brim of his pointed hat after raising his arm.

John was right...... We all have a good heart. Perhaps finally noticing the unusual atmosphere in the room, the back of the head of the sofa finally turned sideways to look at the guest standing in the doorway.

Then he pushed the tea tray placed on the coffee table and recommended: "This is the 'Panda Milk Candy' just sent by the Wandering Bar, and the taste is very pure...... Would you like a piece?"

John Nevelle Jr. finally looked up.

Those blue-green eyes looked a little dull in the room.

His gaze settled on the plate of 'Panda Milk Candy', and finally sank into the shadow under his hood.

"I thought I'd see you after the hunt, sir. Neville greeted the fat wizard sitting on the throne with a very standard honorific.

The Fat Wizard is one of the twin stars of the Blood Friends Association, the vice president of the Alpha Academy Student Council, and the leader of the Cheung Kei Society.

"It's just a show. Seprano's lips twisted effortlessly, and his voice was deep: "I'm not Reich or Lord Augustus...... No one will notice if a lower-ranked hunting team has sent alternates to participate in the hunt. ”

"It's a shame. Neville sighed exaggeratedly, "I just recommended the Cheung Kei Hunting Team to those young wizards......

There was silence in the break room for a while.

Everyone looked absentmindedly at the scene outside the window on the wasteland.

In the hunting ground, although the sika deer that was the prey quickly passed through the defense line crossed by the two hunting teams, it did not cause the slightest ripple in this room.

"I heard you didn't wear a mask when you went out to work today?" After a while, Seprano finally spoke.

His gaze was still fixed on the hunting ground, expressionless, and no one could read anything from the dark eyes of his fat face.

"It's such a big school, and my characteristics are a little too obvious...... Since everyone will be familiar with it sooner or later, I simply don't bother with those troublesome things. Half of his face replied briskly, looking up to reveal his eyes of different colors.

Seprano finally looked back from the window.

He stared at half of his face.

It wasn't until Blue-Green Eyes looked away nervously that the Alpha's fat wizard said coldly, "Whether or not you can be recognized is a matter of probability...... And whether to wear a mask or not is a matter of attitude. ”

"If you don't even have an attitude of concealment, then the next time you are caught by the school, don't blame others for standing by. ”