Twilight War

03

Hall of Heroes Academic Affairs Office.

Weier's face was like frosted pig iron. He held the pen in his hand like a sword, and looked at the dozens of students who were sent here because of the brawl in the Wally Hall.

Devon felt that even if it was just a pen in Will's hand, it was very likely that he would directly stab them fiercely and kill them who violated the school rules on the spot.

"Tell me, why are you fighting?" Weier asked, pinching the pen in his hand.

Devon really wanted to tell Will that I was only doing it for your dignified and beautiful sister, but he knew that as long as he said that, he would die under that pen.

After all, Weir is a well-known sister-in-law. When they were taking classical music by Mr. Sylvia, whenever they were immersed in Mr. Sylvia's melodious piano sound, they only needed to look at the window to see Werner's music. A face as frosty as ice.

Many students were completely frightened by this, and were so frightened that they wanted to throw the musical instruments in their hands directly.

Some people say that the reason why teacher Sylvia has not become a goddess is because she has a brother like Will, but it is also because of Will that Teacher Sylvia is more like a goddess, a goddess who cannot be approached by mortals.

"I have notified your parents about your fight, and your parents will take you back." Weier glanced at Zichen when he said this.

Zichen sat down on the bench in the Academic Affairs Office with his head down, holding the thermometer in his mouth, looking as stupid as when he ran into the Wally Hall.

He bit the end of the thermometer with his teeth, the knuckles of his fingers were worn out and stained with blood.

The other students sat far away from him, as if they were afraid that he would go crazy again.

They were afraid of the young man, but from time to time secretly looked at the young man from the corner of their eyes, like a herd of sheep looking at an intruding wolf.

The boy didn't seem to care about everyone's alienation, he just looked down at his hand, which was stained with a lot of blood, which was a bit shocking, but the boy's expression was always just indifferent.

It's like feeling no pain.

Dai Wen looked at Zichen, gritted his teeth, and sneaked up to Zichen's side.

"My cousin will come later, and he will pick us up."

He was still a little afraid of the young man who was as fierce as the lord of wolves just now.

The look in the boy's eyes just now seemed to really kill Kanute.

But Zichen is still Zichen after all, the one who copied his homework and baked sweet potatoes with him, the one who always seems to be awake.

That Zichen should be a child who dare not even kill a fish.

The door of the Academic Affairs Office was slowly pushed open, and everyone looked at the door.

Those people hoped that their parents would come quickly and take them away from this kind of place, but they were also a little afraid of their parents' reprimand.After all, gathering crowds to fight in school will be demerited.

But this came too fast. Although most of these noble children's homes are in Asgard, it will take a long time to come here even by steam car.

"Your Highness? Why did you come here?" Weier was a little surprised: "You haven't been able to find anyone since this morning, and the Golden Palace is so busy that it's going to be a mess. Why do you come to this place again!"

"I'll lead them," said Wihipel.

"what?"

Without Revere's confusion, Wisipel walked straight up to Zichen, looking at the boy who lowered his head and bit the thermometer.

Vehipel stood in front of the boy, his blue eyes were like a frozen lake in winter.

Zichen slowly raised his head and looked at Wisipel.

Like two lone wolves meeting at night, facing each other secretly.

Everyone looked at the two of them, not daring to make any sound.

Under everyone's gaze, Wisipel slowly pulled out the thermometer from the boy's mouth, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it seriously, "36 degrees, the temperature is still very high."

Zichen: "..." Your Highness, do you really have any misunderstanding about the body temperature of normal people?

"Your Highness, do you know that guy just now..." Weier threw his pen on the table and complained hoarsely.

"He's sick, and he needs to rest." Vihipel handed Will the thermometer.

"Your Highness, that's not the point. And 36 degrees is not considered high temperature at all!" Weir pushed the thermometer away and said.

"I'll take him back first," Wihipel said, ignoring Will's complaints.

Zichen froze on the bench as if he didn't understand the situation, so Wisipel picked up the boy by the back collar and put him on the ground.

Like carrying a rabbit.

"Let's go."

The two walked one after the other on the road of the Hall of Valor, and the white flowers of the gods fell on the stone slabs.

Zichen looked at the strand of hair that was pressed under the collar behind Wichpel.

Like snow falling on his neck.

"Brother, don't you ask me why I fought?" Zichen hesitated for a long time and said.

"Did you win?" Vichypel asked.

Zichen nodded.

"That's enough," said Wichpel. "Some battles have to be fought. Winning them is enough."

"What if I don't win?" Zichen asked.

"Then I'll call back for you." Vehipel looked at Zichen and said.

At that time Zichen said in his heart, Your Highness, you are really protecting your weaknesses.

But so what, he is his short son.

In fact, no one wants fairness in this world, and what everyone wants is to be favored.

Wisper brought Zichen back to the Golden Palace and bandaged the wound on his hand.

"Does it hurt?" Vichypel asked suddenly while bandaging the wound.

Zichen nodded.

Wisipel supported Zichen's neck, lowered his head and leaned Zichen's forehead against his own.

The fragrance of the god's favored flower faintly seems to be a little sad, but sometimes sadness is not just a bad thing.

Wisper had documents to approve, so he asked Zichen to go to bed first. Zichen slept too much in the morning, so he found a book to read next to Wisipel.

By the time he finished approving the documents, Zichen had already fallen asleep lying on the book.

He pressed the last line of the poem on that page—even though the night is lonely and the day is burning.

With his fingertips, Wisipel lightly brushed Zichen's forehead hair, revealing his youthful eyebrows and eyes.

When Tang De told him that the head of the Huangxuan family was shockingly beautiful, he thought of his youth.

He hasn't met many Donghuang people, but he still thinks his young man is good-looking.

Whether it's partiality or whatever, that young man is always a piece of white porcelain in his heart.

Zichen seemed to wake up, and smiled at him with half-opened eyes.

The scenery is beautiful, the plums fall into the porcelain bowl, the cotton candy sold at the corners and alleys...

Vehipel rubbed the young man's head, "How can I sleep here, I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

04

"Little Jin, why are you sleeping here? You're not afraid of catching a cold." Yilier said, looking at Huangxuan Jin lying on the table of the Guards.

Huang Xuanjin rubbed his eyes, then raised his head from the desk.

Eliel stood in front of him and looked at him with concern, "What? Did you not sleep well last night?"

"It's okay." Huangxuanjin said, things are not going well recently, after the woman died, Huangxuanjin went back to the black tower and read "Apocalypse" for a long time, seriously thinking about who is out of his mind buy this book.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure out who would be so boring, so I had to accept the fact that this book fell into my hands.

After quickly comforting himself and accepting this fact, Huang Xuanjin put the "Apocalypse" and a bunch of "Empire's Erotic History" together, thinking that at least this book would not make this book too lonely.

Seeing that his own Yilier was talking with Huangxuan Jin who is known as a hooligan, the group leader quickly appeared and took Yilier within five meters of Huangxuanjin.

Then he looked at Yilier very seriously and said: "Ylier, don't worry about him, you can tell from his appearance that he must have gone to the Lost Paradise yesterday! Don't be led astray by him."

"There was a carnival in Paradise Lost yesterday. It was very fun. If you go to Yilier, you will definitely find it fun."

Huang Xuanjin stretched on the chair, then put his legs on the desk and said.

He looked at Eliel, "The basement floor of Lost Paradise is the auction house, which contains many precious ores and alchemy equipment. If you are lucky, you can find many unexpected things."

"Really? I've never been there before, will it be really fun? Will there be a lot of alchemy equipment?" Yilier looked at Huangxuan Jin longingly and said.

The Flamel family is a family that has practiced alchemy since the Middle Ages.

Nicholas Flamel, the ancestor of Eliel, is known as the ancestor of alchemy in the Westland, who successfully refined metal mercury into gold.And created the Philosopher's Stone, which is sought after by countless alchemists.

And Yilier also perfectly inherited the obsession with alchemy in his family's blood.

In the mansion of the Flamel family, there were no weapons and armor that ordinary boys would like. All of them were all kinds of alchemy equipment, and all kinds of rare ores were randomly placed on the ground.

It is said that the servants who clean up their house have always been poor.

Because every time I tidy up the room, I don't know what looks like ordinary soil, but it actually comes from the frozen soil layer under Niflheim, which contains the ice soil that can change the metal structure, which is very cherished by the young master.

"Well, of course, it is said that last time someone bought a piece of black iron at a very low price, because people who owned black iron died in the end, but when this person got the black iron, he found that it was engraved with the burning flame belonging to Loki coat of arms."

"It turned out to be the alchemy equipment that once belonged to Loki!" Eliel exclaimed.

"That's right!" Huangxuan Jin looked sideways at Yilier, "How is it? Do you want to go?"

A thick book hit Huangxuanjin's forehead directly, and Huangxuanjin almost fell off the chair in pain.

"What are you doing! Murder for money!"

The team leader looked at Huangxuan Jin with disdain, "You'd better not bring me down, Yilier!"

Then he turned around and looked at Yilier tenderly and said, "Good boy, we don't go to that kind of place. There are a lot of bad guys in that kind of place. Tell me what alchemy equipment you want, and I'll buy it for you."

"Uh... I'm rich." Yilier blinked his beautiful deer eyes and said, indeed, as the young master of Alchemy Duke Flamel's family, Yilier's financial resources are enough to overwhelm most nobles.

"That's different. I make money to support my family just to spend it for you!" the group leader said very seriously.

"Then I want the holy gold purification and distillation integrated device left by Arnold Villanova."

"Okay." The head of the group fondled Yilier's curly chestnut hair.

"And Hermes' seal."

"it is good."

"There is also... 40.00% pure silver from the great abyss!"

"But the last time you ignited the silver of the great abyss, you almost roasted yourself into a roast chicken." The group leader said with some embarrassment.

Eliel stared at the leader, with beautiful and clean eyes like a deer.

The leader sighed as if admitting defeat, "Okay, but I must be there when you ignite the silver of the great abyss next time."

Huangxuanjin, who was left alone, had no sense of existence: "..."