"Yes, I'm sorry......" Arn lowered his head, completely afraid to look at the person in front of him, and muttered scribbly, "I—I really couldn't help it......"

"Now you know that you apologize, it's too late!" Xin Li sneered and waved his hand at the few people behind him: "Call me!"

The servant-like men behind him immediately swarmed up at the order, surrounding Arne in the middle. One of them kicked him to the ground, and the others punched and kicked him.

"Woo......" Arn fell to the ground with his head in his hands, rolling and rolling around, trying to get as little hurt as possible. But these people trapped him in the middle of it, and gave him no room to hide.

People passing by in the Four Seasons Garden hurriedly leave, or hide far away to watch the excitement. No one stepped forward to help Arn, and no one dared.

Not only that, but even when a professor was passing by the neighborhood, Alan clearly saw Xinli greet him: "Good morning, Professor Macram." Today's weather is really nice. ”

"Uh...... Good morning. The professor glanced over to Arn, then cautiously asked, "What's going on?"

"Oh, oh, it's not a big deal...... He was rude and wanted to hurt me. It's just that you're not here, so I'll discipline you for you. Xinli said.

"Uh-huh......" Professor Markram nodded repeatedly, hesitated slightly, and then said, "But...... Belch...... I hope you don't go overboard, after all, it's ......."

"I know, I know...... I'm just teaching him a lesson. Sinley said as he leaned over to Professor Maclamb and smiled, "Don't worry, it'll be over soon, and it won't cause you any trouble." ”

Then he handed a color to his personal attendant, who pulled out a beautifully wrapped box from his bosom.

"This is my family's latest pick this season, and I hope you will laugh at it. Sinley handed the box to Professor Markram with his own hands.

The professor looked a little flattered, took it with both hands, and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you! I have been smoking Xinli's tobacco for decades, and it has never changed! Remember to say hello to Ling Zun on my behalf!"

With that, he walked away briskly with his head down.

Seeing this, Alan vaguely understood something.

Alan has read in some books that the Sinley family is the largest tobacco merchant on the continent of Hepp, and although it appears that they are never involved in politics on the surface, they have in fact maintained close ties with the Winslow family. There are also rumors that the family has given the Winslow family a lot of financial support behind the scenes, so the Magic Management Association has turned a blind eye to their family's monopoly on the tobacco industry.

And the boy named Quisley Sinley, whom Arn inadvertently provoked, was the heir to the future Sinley tobacco industry.

Arn was still moaning in pain, but no one stepped forward to help him, not even support.

Alan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and raised his hand, but found that he couldn't move at all, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

An indescribable emotion spread in his heart, hazy, a little like heartache, a little like loss.

At this moment, his eyes went dark, and the picture changed again.

It's in the dormitory again.

"I say, can you not be so slow when you write!" roared Rodri, looking agitated.

The thin figure sitting next to the bed was Arn, with Rodri and Shane standing beside him.

"It's time for this assignment this afternoon, and if you can't finish it by noon, then don't have lunch!" Rodri shouted.

"And mine!" Shane added.

"Uh......" Arn's legs were shaking, looking rather uneasy, and his voice was small, "If only you had told me sooner...... I'm afraid it's a little too late now......"

"Dare to talk back!" Rodri punched Arne so hard that he almost knocked him to the ground, "If you can't finish writing, just hand in your copy with my name written on it, do you hear!?"

Arne sighed when he heard this, and fell silent.

The two men each glared at him, pushed the door open, and went out.

Arne sat motionless on the edge of the bed, his head unraised, the quill in his hand shaking rapidly. Only from time to time, I will raise my hand to wipe the sweat on my forehead, or the corners of my eyes......

Seeing this, Allen's eyes suddenly went black again, and the fourth picture appeared.

A summer evening in the Four Seasons Garden. The breeze is light, and the fluorescent grass is flickering and dimming.

This time there was no Rodri, no Shane, and no Cinley, the light was dim, and Alan could only faintly see two vague figures not far away.

"If I could, of course I would like to...... But this is not possible. A girl's voice came.

"But...... You know...... I ......" was Arn's voice, slightly choked.

"My father has made a decision, and he has made a marriage with the Paris family...... "the family is in dire need of money...... As soon as I finish my business, I will marry her. ”

"Can't you wait...... Wait a little longer......," Arn said, "I'll try to raise the money as soon as possible," ......

"See the reality!" the girl interrupted him with a little excitement when she heard this, "so much money...... You can't do it!"

Deathly silence.

"Even if I were willing to wait, but my mother couldn't wait......," the girl said after a moment, choking up a little, "her illness can't be delayed any longer...... I don't want to see her leave me so early......"

"Trust me, as long as I am hired by the Ministry of Security, I will get ahead quickly......"

This time the girl didn't speak, just kept silent.

"Thank you...... I've always believed that you're going to make a great man. After a long time, her voice finally came, and she smiled softly, but at the same time, she turned around: "It's just that I can't stay here anymore, and please don't come to me again in the future...... Goodbye......"

Alan had mixed feelings in his heart, and at the same time, a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart......

Obviously, this wasn't what happened to him, but he just couldn't stop feeling uncomfortable.

The ups and downs and tribulations that Arn has gone through have far exceeded his imagination......

But before he had time to think about it, the picture flashed, and suddenly there was a fire beating in front of him......

This is the inside of a small wooden house.

Alan stood in a corner, and in the center of the room were two blurred figures. The light was dim, and the faces of the two men were still not clear. But judging from experience, the emaciated figure with his back to him should have been Arn's.

The man standing across from Arne was putting his hands around his neck......

The man's hand was so strong that Arn couldn't break free and was stuck deadly.

"Ahem...... Ahem......" Arn coughed hard, as if he was about to die.

Alan was shocked and instantly wanted to rush over.

But in the next second, he heard Arn squeeze a few words out of his throat......

"I ...... It's really...... Don't blame me...... Father...... Father ......"