[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

The opening day of Grand Chemie College is on the second day.When Delin came out of the room after praying in the evening, it was already dark. Outside the dormitory No. 109 is a brightly lit and vibrant world. Most of the new and old students have settled in the campus and have dinner with roommates they know or don’t know.

This is the custom, the "first meal".People get to know and communicate at the dinner table, which is more in line with the power of noble merchants.This is bound to bring injustice and oppression, as well as favors and favors. However, in the view of the teachers of Daqiermiye, all factors that exist outside the school should not be banned in the college——but should be amplified.

This is the "education" in the eyes of teachers.

Delin went downstairs.The waiters who existed for the nobles in the Grand Chemiye College set the tablecloths and tableware.The dormitory has an independent small kitchen, but it is prepared for nobles with special tastes/interests.The waiters brought supplies and food for the first meal from outside the dormitory, and did not forget to decorate the table with fresh purple Roland.

On the other side, contrary to this busy scene are the nobles.Bin Huo was playing the piano - there was a black and elegant three-legged piano in a corner of the hall at some point, and the smooth sound of the piano jumped between them.Momo was praying. He was kneeling and sitting in a corner of the hall away from Binhuo. He closed his eyes and murmured Chemiye's preaching words: "There is no righteous person in the world who always does good and never sins..."

The last thing Delin saw was Tiss, a young man who was more indifferent than himself, just quietly flipping through a black book.His blond hair was combed meticulously, his deep and handsome face was stern and expressionless, and his blue-green eyes contained ice, shield and blade.

Tees's sitting posture was as standard as a template, and even the movement of turning the pages of the book revealed the calm and elegance of a high-ranking nobleman.

The momentum of "King Jue".

Delin didn't want to disturb these nobles, he tried to find a place that would not infringe on the space of his dormmates, so he could wait for the banquet to start leisurely.

But this is obviously unlikely.Tees moved his gaze away from the page, landed on the young man in front of him, and said under his breath, "Sit."

Delin tensed his body subconsciously, and then realized that Tiss' words lacked the sharpness of the conversation with Binhuo in the morning... I don't know if it's an illusion, but the second young master who directly belongs to the Bran family is very kind to him up.

At the same time, Delin was also a little annoyed—how should he, who seemed to be the lowest in this dormitory, deal with himself?

While thinking, Delin had saluted and sat opposite Tees.The young master did not intend to speak again, and Delin was not impatient.He thought for a moment, and finally said: "This morning, you..."

"Just call me Tess." Tisbran closed the book, and on the cover of the black book was written "Aria of Divine Power". It was a book about the use of divine power.He raised his eyes and glanced at Delin, and said slowly: "You don't need to thank me, Sears let me take care of you."

Sears...Derlin was almost choked by the name, thinking in his heart how He De could make that envoy so interested...would it be misunderstood?

But on the surface, Delin just met Tees's thinking gaze, and responded: "Please...you don't need to care so much." He had to change his words under Tees's gaze.

"It's okay." I don't know if it was an illusion, but Delin seemed to see the corners of Tiss's lips curled up for a moment, and the young master said, "I'm happy."

Delin: ...

Before Delin could recover from the serious and indifferent tone and the brisk content, the waiters had already prepared everything.Invite them to dinner.Seats are a big issue -- but that's where the benefits of having an all-too-high-profile roommate stand out.

Tess stood up and straightened his clothes calmly. His eyes swept over the three of them, and he said beyond doubt: "Binhuo, you'd better choose a seat where I don't have to keep looking at you—Delin, you sit across from me."

Momo immediately said: "Then I will sit next to Delin." He turned his head and showed a big and lovely smile to Delin.

Provoked by the soft voice of the baby-faced boy, Delin responded with a faint smile subconsciously—then the friendship between the two was reached inexplicably.

Momo hopped over and pulled Delin into a chair.The two were so close that Delin could even count how many eyelashes the baby-faced boy had.He looked at that immature face, and finally couldn't help asking: "Momo... How old are you?"

Momo, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly became stiff all over.

Binhuo, who just sat down beside him, let out a hearty laugh—then he was stopped by Tiss' cold eyes.

"Lovely Delin—in fact, our Highness Momo is only ten years old this year..." Binhuo said with a mean smile.

Momo's face darkened suddenly, the little boy gritted his teeth and stared at the other side, and said fiercely: "I am seventeen this year!!"

Seeing that the two of them were going to fight again, Delin helplessly looked away, and saw Tees calmly set the tableware, and said indifferently: "If you two quarrel again, just copy the basic etiquette thirty times— —Don't look at me with that kind of eyes. You know, I can do it." The noble boy's eyes fell on the neat silver knives in front of Delin's eyes, and then he looked away.

The dining table immediately fell silent.Delin can always feel the vague gaze from Tiss.

Someone else found it too.

Binhuo looked at the waiter who was leaving with an empty delicate food plate, with a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Tess, I've known you for so long, and this is the first time I've seen you care so much about people—"

"So?" Tees interrupted him, "I am willing."

"Oh..." The ruffian noble young master grinned without embarrassment, and said again: "Actually, I'm curious, Delin...as a commoner, do you not feel the slightest discomfort in such an environment?"

Delin's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained peaceful.He responded: "It seems that in the eyes of Master Binhuo, ordinary people are all humble?"

"That's not it." Binhuo seemed to want to say something more—and Delin felt the boy's eyes become aggressive.Fortunately Tees spoke.

"I won't repeat the tradition of the first meal. Then I will introduce myself." Tiss ignored Binhuo's meaningful gaze beside him, and said indifferently: "Tisbran, the second son of the Bran family. Da Qie Miya is a third-year student in the Department of Divine Art." When he said this, he paused, "You have heard the rest of what you should know, and don't think about what you shouldn't know."

Binhuo clicked his tongue, and then said: "Binhuo Lijiawo. The family belongs to Bran's lineage, and his hobbies are beauties, wine and food—you know it. Daqier Miya is a third-year student, and he is a samurai."

"Momo, the royal family of the Umo dynasty. 17 this year! Daqie Miya is a second-year student, a dual department of pharmacy and alchemy." Momo deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of age.

The last one is Delin.He was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Derlin, a commoner. A first-year student in Daqiermiye, a samurai department."