Team villains except me

During the day, there was a skinny luster, and the light poured from the cold and clear sky on Erbu's orange-yellow hair.

Aub opened his eyes, he thought a lot.

From seeing the homeless for the first time, to hearing the voice of the homeless intermittently during the high fever.

He spit out two words silently.

Father.

He decided, father.

He misses him.

But he hasn't become a magician yet.

Why, he can't awaken magic.

Any kind of magic is fine.

...He wants to be a magician.

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Erbu walked to Absig's door, and a blond-haired succubus came out of nowhere and greeted him.

Like a coincidence.

Erbu walked side by side with him, belatedly realizing that no one had attacked him for a long time.

why.

He looked at the lazy succubus, and vaguely got the answer.

He looked down at his feet.

"Airlit, I don't need it, what are you doing for me?"

Elliott's green eyes were calm and unwavering.

"It wasn't done for you. We wanted to do it."

Ebu believed it.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked.

"Then what do you all want to do?"

Ellit glanced at Obu.

"Dug out your adoptive father from the grave, extract his soul from the corpse, and bury your adoptive brother in the grave."

Ubu stared blankly at Ellit.

He tried his best to understand what Ellit said, and hesitated a bit.

"It doesn't seem to be possible to draw the soul - my adoptive father has been dead for too long, and his soul is not easy to draw."

Elliot laughed.

"Are you really serious? What if I want to overthrow the empire and move Absig to the ground?"

Ebu thought about it seriously and felt that there was a feasible plan, so he said, "OK".

Elliot couldn't help but laugh.

He pursed his lips, looking at the teacher he hated for nothing.

"Can we do whatever we want?"

Aubu shook his head.

"I will evaluate the feasibility for you. If there is no possibility at all, don't do it."

"Teacher Erbu, you are too pampering us."

Ubu didn't understand Ellit's words.

He doesn't feel pampered.

Elliot suddenly turned to look at him.

"What if I want you to fight back vigorously when you encounter anyone's attack in the future?"

Ebu hesitated for a while, his eyelashes fluttered, and finally he answered in a low voice.

He said, "OK".

Elliot laughed.

Tears came out of his laughter.

He wiped away the tears with his fingertips, and his eyes were a little warm.

"I knew it would be so easy to solve... Why am I going to Orvisa. Forget it, it's not unworthy."

Aubu couldn't understand.

But he captured the four words Orvisa.

His intuition has something to do with him.

Elliott didn't speak.

After Erbu came to 1206, he realized that all the staff had arrived.

Fiana was holding a yellow and old kraft paper roll, and Norvia was flipping through the contactor while taking notes at a very fast speed.

After Ellit arrived, he went straight to Fiana and took out a stack of papers.

The rest of the team members are memorizing the question bank of quizzes.

When Norvia wrote down the last number, the class bell just rang.

Norvia stood up.

She, Fiana, and Ellit walked up to the podium.

Erin and Huett took Obra to the table and sat down.

Aub held the textbook in his hand, and sat in Ellit's place for some unknown reason.

Norvia cleared her throat and asked a question.

"Teacher Erbu, what is the source of your guilt towards your adoptive father?"

Aubu was stunned.

He didn't evade this question, he thought for a long time and came up with an answer.

"He raised me and spent money on me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to be Abscour's professor. I promised him that before he died, I would let him see that John became an honorary professor."

Aubu felt dejected.

"I failed to keep my promise."

Norvia used the connector to amplify the data.

"First of all, Mr. Erbu, this is the ledger in the hands of the old earl that Fiana found. It is the ledger about your expenses."

Fianna folded her arms and sneered.

"In this account book, a large part of the expenditure is hush money. Whenever a servant leaves, the old man, your adoptive father, will pay a large fee in exchange for their silence. The old man want to erase your existence."

Ubu listened in a daze.

He looked at that, the number he could afford right now, and something was fading.

"Secondly, according to the data provided by Grand Duke Lofellva, the umbrella of the Orvisa Kingdom behind John, including antique calligraphy and paintings, jewelry and shops... This is half of John's net worth."

Norvia circled the number she couldn't even imagine.

If she just worked part-time, she would not be able to earn that money in her life.

This is the net worth accumulated by sucking the blood of Erbu.

The money that John used to instigate people to hurt Erbu was earned by Erbu.

Norvia made a more detailed list, which was the profit she and the spider obtained from the mouth of the old earl's former housekeeper, and some records of the old earl's house that Irene found through an intermediary .

These are just the tip of the iceberg, but the old earl has already used him to make money when he was very young.

Ebu stared blankly, he only thought of one thing.

When he met the homeless, he was already able to support himself, and him.

However, he didn't know it at the time.

It was impossible for him not to feel resentment.

Wanderers wear shabby clothes.

In the cold winter, the wind was biting, and he got a cold even in his new clothes.The cotton coat on the homeless man fluttered away when he moved.

He wanted to buy a thick, warm cotton coat for his father.

His adoptive father had no shortage of this piece of clothing.

His adoptive father sat in the carriage and would not be caught in the cold wind.

Ebu pursed his lips unconsciously.

He thought he owed his adoptive father.

But he had already paid it off.

When he left the tower, with the father he wanted.

He's already paid it off.

Ebu clutched the textbook tightly in his hand, and his hatred was seething like water into the cooking oil.

Norvia didn't stop.

She took out a lot of letters.This is what Huet asked someone to find.

"At that time, the founder of your research field wanted to accept you as a student, but your adoptive father refused. His reason was that you were unable to take care of yourself. In fact, he dared not let you go. He did not educate you How caring, but to satisfy their own selfish desires.

Mr. Erbu, the founder is the person you will quote and admire in every thesis and writing. As you know, he passed away half a year before the death of the old earl.Before he died, he was still asking the old earl if he could let you out and be his student. "

Aubu was stunned.

He looked at the sincere letters that Norvia showed.

He was familiar with that note.

That was a beacon of learning for him, and he watched that man's theories come into the field.

He often dreams, discussing various complicated issues with that person that he can't understand.

That was his spiritual mentor.

All... missed it.

Because of his adoptive father.

Ebu forcibly stopped the desperation and grievance that surged up.

Norvia then magnified the report that Ellit brought over.

"Teacher Erbu... The country of Orvisa attaches great importance to education. Even if you are not the adopted son of the old count, even if you are in an orphanage, even if you are a beggar on the street, you still have the right to education.

As long as you want to go to school, you can go to the school to apply.This is the explanation of the school policy owned by Orvisa, and this is the education penetration rate of the orphanage that Ellit visited in a difficult situation..."

Norvia couldn't help but sighed.

"Moreover...the royal family of the Orvisa Kingdom attaches great importance to geniuses, and will provide them with an absolutely comfortable environment, as well as allowances and funds."

She amplified the data.

She looked at Obu.

"Teacher Erbu, you shouldn't feel guilty. You don't owe anyone, especially your adoptive father, your adoptive brother. They are just leeches that suck on you.

How can a person owe anything to a leech? "

Erbu seems to be out of this world.

The information was quickly connected into a network in his mind, and he knew better than anyone else what was covered up in his vague past.

His past of being fooled and deceived.

Norvia looked straight at Obu.

"Teacher Erbu, hypocrisy and demands based on lies do not require you to make promises, nor should you keep them."

Ubu stood up in a daze.

He stutters.

"I, I, I, I, I, I don't... No, I don't know. Let me... Let me think about it."

He put the textbooks on the table, and swept all the documents and books enlarged by Norvia into his big canvas bag.

He escaped 1206 almost as if he were avoiding a robber with a knife.

Norvia half-raised the communicator, rubbing her eyebrows helplessly.

"This kind of thing needs him to figure it out..."