Herwin looked down at Rawfordon:

"So?"

Roshuton patted the dust off his body:

"Professor Herwen, I know he's offended you, and he's acting recklessly, but this prank is too much for him to arrest will solve anything. ”

Herwin asked:

"By recklessness, do you mean threatening a child with violence? Then in my eyes you are also a child, and I am actually quite 'reckless'. ”

The threat in Hewen's language is clear.

Rotheton suppressed the urge to retreat, and looked at Hevin:

"Abbas is wrong, but ......"

Hewen interrupted:

"No but. ”

Rosheuton closed his mouth.

Hervin continued:

"I don't know where Abbas is, though, and I went to the school doctor's office to look for him, but the doctor said he had been taken away by a man who claimed to be from his family. ”

Rawton and his friend looked at each other, exactly the same answer they had received in the school doctor's office.

But this is suspicious, Abbas was taken by an unknown person on the front foot, and Hewen appeared there on the back foot.

It's as if it's specifically for alibi.

Hervin says:

"If you find him, it is better to call him to come to me, and if you are clever enough, you should inform me at the first time, for if he does not come to me, I will go back to meet him and talk to him about my niece. ”

Neither of them noticed any flaws in Hewen's expression and tone, but it did not make them feel strange and dissuade them, a highly educated scholar, a highly intelligent criminal who knew how to make alibis, would not easily expose the problem.

Herwen's performance only made Rothewton more convinced of his own speculation.

Herwin kidnapped Abbas, and that's what he thought, the man wanted to fight them by holding one of them hostage.

But he would not be swayed by such a small threat, and Hewen would not really do anything unforgivable to Abbas anyway, and Abbas would not care about suffering this little hardship.

When Hervin saw that their "Nighthawk" did not flinch, he would let Abbas go.

But why would a professor be able to send someone to easily kidnap a big man from the school doctor, and why would he behave in such a way instead of choosing a smarter way to deal with them?

He had completely ignored these and many other loopholes that his intellect should not have overlooked, but when something bad happened, he instinctively suspected that Hervin had done it.

Because Veronica hates him.

Veronica's admirers will only stare at Bar Hewen's every move, ignoring all suspicions that are so unusual as to be excessive, desperately searching for a place to attack him.

They can't see anything.

Roshuton took a deep breath and said in a calm tone:

"Well, when we 'find' Abbas, we will make sure that Professor Hervin knows about it as soon as possible. ”

Herwin raised his hand.

Frightened, Rochelton took several steps back.

Hervin just grabbed the jamb:

"Let's go. ”

Roshutton clenched his fists and was about to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, he turned away with his friend in silence.

They are the Nighthawks, the guardians of the Princess of the Night, and should not fear anyone.

Richard looked at his friend and shook his head:

"He's a well-known professor, we're just a few students, and it's hard to get a good result from the beginning of playing against him. ”

Roshuton smiled at his friend:

"Have you forgotten that we are part of the Nighthawks? we are an association for Lord Veronica, and there are many high-ranking people in my association, so what is there to worry about dealing with a little professor of folklore?"

Rosheuton patted Richard on the back comfortingly:

"Don't worry, we're just an outpost, and the president is ready to let him know the price it will take to stand in front of Lord Veronica. ”

Richard was noncommittal about his words:

"Perhaps, but don't you think it's a little strange? Professor Hervin found someone to take Abbas away? This idea is completely untenable, as long as he doesn't care about some indifferent bottom line, he doesn't need to do such a stain if he wants to deal with Abbas......

Rawton smiled:

"Do you think everyone is as smart as you? A college professor does not mean that he has enough ability to deal with events, and if a person wants to reach the height of being looked up to by others in a certain subject, he will naturally have to spend a lot of time on interpersonal interactions, and he is probably even worse at dealing with us than ordinary people. ”

Richard reminded:

"If we're lucky, he might be a dull nerd, but we can't put our hopes of victory on the enemy's holes. ”

Rawton said unhappily:

"Don't you believe in our Nighthawk Society, so many people are united and nothing can stop us. ”

Richard pondered the words for a second:

"No, I believe that if a person deserves to be treated differently by Lord Veronica, he will not be a simple character. ”

Richard said seriously:

"I believe Veronica. ”

Rawton corrected:

"Lord Veronica. ”

Richard nodded:

"Lord Veronica. ”

Rawton pondered for a moment:

"What you say makes some sense, I'm going to talk to the president about your opinion. ”

Richard sighed, he wanted his friend to stay out of the mess.

Veronica, Veronica, what the hell is your secret?

Richard could only echo:

"Let's go, let's go back to the president and have a good talk. ”

Rawton and Richard walked along the path until they reached the main campus road, and after walking for about thirty minutes, they came to an ordinary tall building.

They walked into the tall building, spiraled up the stairs, and stopped in front of a door with the logo of a purple-feathered eagle.

Rawton pushed the door open.

Soft woolen blankets spread all over the floor, crystal chandeliers dragged the whole room into a blur of brilliance, many young aristocratic men and women sat on the golden and red sofas, luxuriously filled cupboards with fine wines and spirits for people to drink at will, many sculptures and paintings by modern artists on the walls and floors, professional valets were standing respectfully in the corners of the room waiting for the crowd, all of them were not lacking in luxurious clothes and rare gemstone necklaces.

This is one of the associations of Veronica's admirers, and unlike most associations, only the elite are entertained here.

Even Richard, who entered here with his brilliant intellect, his father was a down-and-out baron, and he was also the poorest member of the family here, in a city where the classes of people were infinitely closer, Nighthawk once again showed everyone what it means to be noble.

On a gilded swivel chair encrusted with various colored gemstones sits the owner of the palace, Mr. Juralia, who has countless same-sex suitors.

The blonde hair with a fluffy back and a slender chin with a perfect curve made her owner look very handsome while maintaining sufficient feminine features, and the exquisite white dress made her charm for the same sex and the opposite sex at the pinnacle, and the two gems of emerald and azure blue sparkled in her eyes.

Mr. Juralia blinked his heterochromatic eyes:

"My two best strikers, do you have good news for me?"