After walking a short distance along the promenade around the lake, Matthew Cullen turned into a remote promenade. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the promenade there is a stone door, which is hidden from the vines' flourishing and wide foliage.

The door looks very old, and most of the lines have been eroded by time on the door and the mysterious patterns on the door and pages, and only the coats of arms of many great families can be faintly seen through some traces remaining.

The Knocker has its eyes closed, and it has an Ouroboros in its mouth.

This snake is the knocker of the stone door.

Matthew frowned and put his hand on the knocker.

Although he came from the ancient and noble nobles under the moon, he did not like this excessive mystery and tediousness. Perhaps because of the rebellion that runs through the Cullen family's blood, he appreciates some simple and flexible means.

Ouroboros spat out its tail, wrapped its head around Matthew's wrist, strangled it hard, spit out a miserable white letter, and gently licked Matthew's palm.

The young vampire didn't change his face, just looked at the doorman in silence.

The Knocker Beast's mouth squirmed slightly, and it fell silent. As if receiving some message, the stone door trembled, and slowly moved open with a piercing grinding sound.

The whole time, the Knockers didn't open their eyes.

Matthew tucked his hand back into his sleeve, meticulously groomed, and then continued to walk towards the door with dignified steps.

Behind the door, there was still a dark, quiet hallway.

It's just that unlike the open-air corridor in front of the door, the corridor behind the door seems to be in a building. Instead of the bug-provoking vines in the hallways, the hallways are replaced by intricately carved marble tiles and pristine wooden floors.

Through the light projected by the doorway, you can see many huge portraits hanging on both sides of the gallery wall.

The owners of these portraits look like old aristocrats from hundreds of years ago, wearing wigs and heavy white powder on their faces, some wearing tall gentleman's hats, some carrying civilized rods, and old men in high heels shamelessly showing off their silk stockings.

Originally, the owners of these portraits were sleeping quietly.

But the sound of the door opening woke them up.

On the portrait near the stone gate, the old men who were covered in a rotten aura slowly opened their cloudy eyes and began to turn their stiff, wrinkled necks.

A few of the old men also put their trembling fingers into their pockets and pulled out their gold-rimmed monocles.

On either side of the portrait, milky white torches slowly burn with those open eyes, illuminating the dark aisle.

"Click, click, click. ”

Clear footsteps echoed through the sealed hallway.

Matthew controlled his gaze and walked in the middle of the corridor with a blank face and a non-squinting gaze.

"It's the Cullen family's child. The old nobleman at the door nodded reservedly, confirming the identity of the strange guest.

"Ahem...... Hiss...... Which Karen?", an old man who seemed to have asthma asked with difficulty.

"It's the rebel who stole the Council's Holy Grail. The old man in high heels stomped his feet vigorously, like a mourning exam.

"Rebel!!" the old nobleman stomped his cane in the distance, roaring hoarsely.

Matthew sighed deeply.

For these old men who put their shadows on the wall to enjoy the respect of their juniors, he did not have the slightest admiration in his heart.

They really didn't have any brains anymore, Matthew thought viciously, quickening his pace, leaving those hostile growls behind him.

Walking out of the dark corridor, his eyes suddenly opened up.

A huge patio appeared before his eyes.

Dozens of meters of stained glass windows stretch from the bottom to the roof, and the white light outside the house immediately becomes colorful and colorful through these glasses.

The staircase criss-crossed moves slowly, like a precision clock, bridging the bridge between the different floors. Occasionally, the beautifully carved stone statue would help the school staff move the staircase back into place.

In the center of the patio, a thick silver chain protruded from the void overhead.

At the end of the chain hangs a huge golden clock.

The clock has a white disc on a gold background, with eight hands on all sides, pointing to different times.

Matthew habitually took out his pocket watch and matched the time with the clock in the patio.

This is the central hall of the First University Alpha Castle.

It's 5:13 p.m.

According to the school schedule, school is now over.

Young wizards in white robes walked between the stairs and corridors of the hall in twos and threes, with elegant manners and reserved expressions. Few people expressed undue surprise at his appearance as a red-robed wizard.

This is in stark contrast to the Nine Haves Academy.

Matthew Cullen still remembers that last Friday, a white-robed wizard went to the bishop's building of the Nine Universities to look for someone, and along the way, four or five freshmen grabbed this student from the sister college and took a group photo!

It's ridiculous.

Every time he thought of that scene, Matthew couldn't help but have a hot face.

If I had entered Alpha Academy, maybe I would be in a better position now, Matthew Cullen looked at the Alpha students coming and going on the revolving escalator, and the thought suddenly came to his heart.

Compared to the presumptuous, casual Nine Beings Academy, the students of the Alpha Academy were obviously more elegant and educated, and naturally, the atmosphere of this academy was more harmonious with the cubs of the Cullen family.

"What am I thinking!" Matthew suddenly realized and clenched his fists fiercely: "The men of the Karen family, how can they be intimidated by difficulties! Now that I have entered the Nine You Academy, then I want everyone to truly know how young and powerful Karen is." ”

As a noble and powerful nobleman under the moon, you must have your own sense of honor.

Matthew took a heavy breath, dusted off the non-existent dust from his red robe, straightened his waist, and walked towards the depths of the castle with a steady step.

There have been so many things to worry about lately, and he needs to ask his brother for advice on his pride and disappointment.

As a representative of the Cullen family, Matthew Cullen knew early on that he had a brilliant cousin who had made a name for himself at First University.

Friedman Black Cullen, the perfect combination of the Black family and the Cullen family, the future councilor of the Moonless Council, is now a public scholarship student at Alpha College, vice president of the Alpha Student Council, vice president of the Blood Friends Association, and the leader of the Triple A Society.

His father was his rebellious uncle.

But this rebellious bloodline has apparently inherited the merits of two ancient dark families, creating a near-perfect bloodline.

When Matthew arrived outside Friedman's break room, a tall young man with brown curly hair and gray eyes politely stopped him.

Matthew didn't know the young man, but good habits led him to hand him a gift: "Greetings to Sir Friedman for me, Matthew Cullen has some things to ask Sir for advice." ”

The young man took the gift, gave a slight salute, and retreated into the lounge.