Hunting High School

Fort Alpha.

The lounge of the Karen family.

The sunlight outside the house crosses the spacious balcony and falls on the platinum-colored carpet. The slender Carl Coss golden wool shines brightly in the sunlight, and the magical halo is intertwined among them, adding a bit of charming color.

Friedman Karen stands among the colors.

He stood in front of the desk with one hand in his coat pocket and the other leaning on the back of the chair, looking at an oil painting of sunflowers hanging on the wall. As if looking in a mirror.

If the sun outside the house falls on the canvas on weekdays, the sunflowers in the painting will always rush to stretch their necks and open their petals to enjoy the comfort of the sun. But today, on the canvas, the usual brilliant petals are wilting, looking downcast, and the edges of the beautiful heart-shaped green leaves are starting to wither and turn yellow.

Just like his state of mind.

Sir Friedman stared at the sunflowers on the canvas and muttered to himself.

On the desk behind him, a piece of dragon skin paper lay there quietly, and the luan tail pen floating in the air was twisting a beautiful arc with the voice of jazz, leaving a string of elegant flowers on the dragon skin paper. font.

The space on the dragon skin paper became less and less, and Jazz's voice gradually became lower and lower until it was inaudible.

for a long time.

The ink dipped in the nib of the luanwei pen gradually dried up.

The cyan feathers shook, sweeping out a piece of crystal light dust in the sunlight. Then the dry tip of the pen landed on the end of the dragon paper, and he paused a few times.

The light thumping sound awakened the pensive figure in front of the table.

Sir Friedman turned around, glanced at the impatient quill, walked back to the desk, and sat down safely. Then he reached out and grabbed the Luanwei pen floating in midair, a little empty, and a little golden spark emerged from the tip of the pen.

The luanwei pen is very unaccustomed to being grabbed and written by people, the beautiful cyan feather twists and turns, and the tip of the pen squeaks.

Jazz ignored the restlessness.

Holding the quill, he solemnly signed his name at the end of the dragon skin paper.

— Laike Karen, Friedman Boo.

The sparks traveled along with the tip of the pen, leaving a meandering golden trace on the dragon skin paper. It was not until the Sir finished signing and put away the pen that the golden trace gradually faded away, leaving behind a scorched yellow color.

It was as if someone had branded the name on this piece of paper with a soldering iron.

Sir Friedman dropped it, and the cyan quill slid through the air like a bird in an arc, over the pen holder, and fell into the wastebasket beside the table.

The dragon skin paper letterhead automatically floated up, automatically folded in half, and slipped into the envelope that had been prepared by the table.

Sir's eyes were not on the letter paper and envelope.

His fingertips were wandering in the drawer. There is a black box in the drawer, which is cushioned with soft ice silk, and several pieces of wax of different colors are placed on it.

There is wax mixed with dragon's blood, the color is like magma; there is wax bathed in moonlight, with a little bit of starlight hidden in the deep blue; many people gave gifts to the Karen family, maybe those alien cubs don't know the difference between Alpha and The difference in Atlas, thinking that all distinguished guests like yellow, all that wax is golden.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and read books recently, change sources, and read aloud with many timbres, yeguoyuedu Android and Apple are all available. 】

Friedman's fingertips lingered for a long time among pieces of wax with different colors and origins, and finally chose the most common piece of blood-red wax.

It was a mixture of turpentine, paraffin, tar, and common red paint.

The young vampire watched the piece of wax quietly melt into a mass of mild liquid in mid-air, watched the mass of liquid tumbling and blending in mid-air, and watched tiny bubbles emerge from the fiery red.

crackling.

He smiled suddenly, shook his head, stretched out his finger, and dotted the liquid on the envelope.

Then he took out the own coat of arms from the drawer, dipped some silver powder in the powder box, and heavily covered the fiery red liquid. Under the pressure of the wax seal, the wax solidifies and takes shape quickly, and the thick envelope is filled with the slight fragrance of turpentine.

"Give it to Soprano."

Sir Friedman whispered something.

A short figure flashed past, and the tabletop became clean again.

In the wastebasket next to the table, the luanwei pen with its tip burned was twitching feebly. After losing the nib, no matter how beautiful its feathers are, it has no value.

...

...

"...Sir Friedman's letter puts an end to the battle for the successors of the two student leaders of Alpha, and it is also for the unity of the entire college, for the bridging of the college's rift, and for the relationship between Soprano and Karen. Favorable conditions have been created for the easing of relations between the two countries.”

"Prior to this, both Friedman and Soprano were very cautious, and they refused to reach out to each other in front of many supporters-Suprano didn't reach out because he was competing for August Stuart has the upper hand in the game, and his consistent stance is determined to reform, there is no reason to embrace the stubborn conservatives; Sir Friedman does not reach out, because he is not willing to show danger and threat Any weakness will destroy his prestige and status among bloodline supporters, especially in societies like 3a."

"However, the development of the situation does not depend on individual will. In the face of the aggressive momentum of Jiuyou Academy, the crisis revealed inside and outside First University, and the chaos in Alpha Academy, both sides need to ease the relationship, and both sides Want to ease the relationship. It's just that they are unwilling to take the initiative to show it."

"It turned out to be a pas de deux, with a lot of twists and turns, where both parties can say there's no skin-to-skin contact, and neither has to be shamed by the possibility of rejection, and maintains a beautiful arc, which allows both parties to maintain respective positions without having to negotiate how to start from scratch..."

After reading this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but patted his thigh in agreement.

"It's so well written," he made no secret of his praise for the sharp review, and turned to look at Xin Fatty who was sitting on the other side of the desk: "The author of this article, this Henry Alfred is Who? He writes really well, especially the metaphor, it's so precise... no, it's as beautiful as a poem."

Banner raised his eyelids, glanced at the newspaper in Zheng Qing's hand, immediately knew which page and which article he was reading, and replied:

"Henry? He is a special commentator for the Beta Town Post and a senior advisor to the Wizarding Union. An old wizard who is so old that he needs magic to walk, and needs elves to feed him into his mouth when he eats... We always feel that he is a bit old. Confused. But looking at this new review, he's as sharp as he was when he was young."

"Senior consultant of the alliance?" Zheng Qing became a little interested: "Then why would he pay attention to the affairs between the two young people? This is a bit overkill."

"It's not a small matter involving Augustus' succession and Alpha's unity." Another voice interrupted the chat between Zheng Qing and Xin Fatty, and asked at the same time: "Excuse me, please pass me another frog, thank you. "

Nicholas put silk gloves on his hands and held them in front of him with a sincere face: "I need to practice this chaos spell again... I will definitely test it during the exam."

On the table in front of him, the dust left by the used frogs was half an inch thick.