Hunting College

As the saying goes, if you don't hit someone in the face, you will see each other well in the future; if you curse someone, you will stay in front of you.

But ‘half face’, or John Neville Jr., obviously didn’t care about this conventional thing. In front of Andrew Taylor, he casually mentioned that in a practice class not long ago, the young master of the Taylor family avoided the provocation of the Karen family, and the deeds of exempting the card immediately made the whole lounge. The atmosphere inside became awkward.

In Alpha Academy, especially among the children of aristocratic families, the ‘sense of honor’ has always had a very delicate status. Two unfamiliar wizards can become close friends because of their shared ‘honour’, or they can be hostile for life because of a bit of ‘face’.

Therefore, most Alpha wizards are very cautious when they meet for the first time.

Every word, every word, every sentence spoken carefully, every action made carefully, and even every look in the eyes-after all, no one wants to cause any trouble for no reason.

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

In the eyes of some unknown people, this kind of cautious reaction is often described as ‘joy and anger are invisible’, or commendatory words such as ‘family demeanor’ and ‘great witch temperament’. Of course, in the eyes of other colleges of the First University, this is naturally another proof of Alpha's 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 did not act excessively after flushing his face, but looked a little dazed-the phrase ‘hot face with cold ass’ can describe his current mood vividly.

He did not understand why the senior cadre of the hemophilia in front of him expressed dissatisfaction with him.

He didn't understand, and Neville had no obligation to tell him.

For Neville, he has too many reasons for dissatisfaction.

The ‘gambling’ business that was originally exclusive to the hemophilia club was forced to spit out a lot of shares and lost a lot of profits because of the sudden emergence of the owner of this house; even the new channels he worked so hard to open up were also halfway through.

This made him feel like he was gradually'useless'.

This is totally intolerable.

Nivelle will never forget. When he was seven years old, his younger sister, who was only three years old but was identified as having no magical talent, was put in the basket by the butler, taken out of the house, and never returned.

The only explanation for this by the elders in the clan was ‘she’s useless’.

Little Nivelle still remembers very clearly. Before going out, his sister grabbed his finger and kept shouting for ‘sugar, sugar’, while he was reluctant to leave the ‘panda toffee’ in his hand.

So ever since the owner of this house forced him to surrender many benefits, he has always had a strong sense of crisis. I'm afraid when I will be picked up in the basket and thrown out, I'm afraid that the toffee in my hands will be taken away.

And now, these guys still want to play the game to some extent and control the game!

This irritated him even more.

As a traditional businessman, John Neville Jr. has always believed that no quality is more important than honesty. Especially for the ‘gaming’ business, every bronze cast by the guests is a manifestation of their trust in him.

And now, he is about to destroy his credibility with his own hands-even if the guests don't know, but in his heart, he is almost dead.

An innocent businessman will naturally have the urge to break the jar.

It is not so much that Nivelle is taunting the little werewolves of Taylor's family, it is better to say that he is using the "dog hitting" to express some kind of dissatisfaction to the owner of this house.

"Oh, young people nowadays are too impulsive." A hoarse and slick voice came from behind the door, breaking the slightly embarrassing atmosphere in the room.

This made many people breathe a sigh of relief.

Little John Neville turned his head and saw a familiar figure as expected.

"Young man, the anger will naturally become a little hotter... Besides, we are not like you, just a shadow hanging on the wall." The wizard who was wearing a hood even in the house looked back at the picture frame hanging behind the door. , Mocked: "At least we still have a'kind'."

The picture in the wooden frame behind the door shows the shadow of a tall and thin wizard—he is also an acquaintance of Zheng Qing. The owner of the wandering bar in the pedestrian street of Beta Town was privately identified by the students as a black The wizard's "wandering wizard".

"Conscience?" The wandering wizard hey: "It's really a nostalgic word."

Perhaps the cramped area of ​​the photo frame made him lack some room to play. The wandering wizard in the portrait finally gave up the plan to pull the peaked hat after raising his arm.

"John is right... we all have a good heart." Perhaps finally noticing the abnormal atmosphere in the room, the back figure sitting on the sofa seat finally turned his head to look at the guests standing at the door.

Then he pushed the tea tray placed on the coffee table and recommended: "This is the'Panda Toffee' just sent by Wandering Bar. It tastes very pure...Would you like to have a piece?"

Little John Neville finally raised his head.

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

His gaze settled on the plate of ‘Panda Toffee’, and finally fell into the shadow under his hood.

"I thought I would see you after the hunting club, sir." Neville greeted the fat wizard sitting on the main seat in very standard honorifics.

The Fat Wizard is one of the twin stars of the Hemophilia, the vice chairman of the Alpha College Student Union, and the leader of the Cheung Kei Club.

"It's just a performance." Seprano's lips twisted laboriously, and his voice appeared low: "I'm not Reggio or Augustus...No one will notice a hunter that ranks low. Did the team dispatch alternate members to participate in this hunting game?"

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

There was silence in the lounge for a while.

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

In the hunting ground, although the sika deer as a prey swiftly crossed the line of defense between the two hunting teams ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it did not cause the slightest ripple in this room.

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

His eyes were still fixed on the hunting ground, his face expressionless, no one could read anything from the dark little eyes on his fat face.

"It's such a big school, and my characteristics are a bit too obvious... Since everyone will be familiar sooner or later, I won't be tossing about those troublesome things." Half of his face briskly replied, raising his head to reveal his very different colors. s eyes.

Seprano finally looked back from the window.

He stared at half of his face.

It wasn't until the blue-green eyes looked away nervously that the Alpha fat wizard said coldly: "Whether it can be recognized by others is a question of probability... and wearing a mask or not is a question of attitude."

"If you don't even have a cover-up attitude, then next time you get caught by the school as a typical example, don't blame others for standing by."