Chetlow Manor

They broke up unhappy, and Moen was a little uncertain the next morning.

It's almost autumn, and the morning in France brings some coolness, and the mist surrounds Chetlow Manor, with a touch of blue.Moen sat up from the bed with his body stretched, staring at the window in a daze.

Time flies so fast, unknowingly, he has spent so many days in this mysterious castle that has been rumored by the outside world.The decoration of the room, every corridor in the castle, can almost come to mind... and that person, whether it’s smiling, angry, or sinking in desire, he can remember clearly, but ...

Morn shook his head and moved his body a bit.

He didn't sleep soundly last night, and had a lot of intermittent dreams, some of which were childhood fantasies - flying on the high mountains outside Lanson Castle, and then crossing a large field, and then the fog gradually faded away. Since then, O'Hallis Hutton suddenly appeared in front of him, with a bewitching smile, and said to him, "Come with me, little guy"...

He remembered him grabbing his hand and being thrown away, and the next moment, Hughden became his father, Viscount Lanson, and he frowned at himself like someone who would never teach him mathematics. Very disappointed, governess.

His father turned and strode away, Moen couldn't catch up with him no matter how hard he tried.

Taking a deep breath, Moen threw all those bad and chaotic thoughts out of his mind. He still has new things to do today, and he did not forget an appointment with Hughden.

Speaking of which, Maughan found that Hughden is indeed a man of his word, at least for him in the near future.But he was a little worried that this uncertain man might find some new way to make things difficult for him.

However, things did not go as Moen expected.

Hughden had already left the chateau, and was told that he had already set out for Paris in the early morning light.As for Moen, His Royal Highness the Duke has already explained that after breakfast, he will be asked by Butler Jeff to take him to Faber Academy.

As Moen thought, the distance between the college and the castle is not too far.The journey was led by Knight Commander Cremon, and the journey took about an hour in a carriage.

Seeing Cremon again, he looked at Moen without the initial hostility in his eyes, maybe what Moen said to him before shook his mind.

This knight commander is really a straightforward person.Moen secretly thought that whether he likes or dislikes this person, it seems to be obvious on his face, compared to always wearing a professional smile - Moen glanced at the butler Jeff who was standing next to him from the corner of his eye. , snorted coldly.

Huden's smiling fox.Moen nicknamed him very badly in the back of his mind.

Oh, this is not a conclusion that Moen just drew casually. You know, maybe it is because the boy was better protected since he was a child, so Moen is extra sensitive to the outside world.He could sense that the butler was inexplicably dissatisfied with the fact that he had lived in the castle for a long time, but he had to take care of himself due to Hughden's order.

Who knows what's on his mind.

No matter what others think of him, Moen feels at ease now—look at the scenery passing by outside the carriage, bright red fruits hanging on the bushes, driving through the street, the residents of the town are busy in the morning, and the market is also Lively, with the aroma of flowers and fruits.At this time, he felt extremely free, and he was about to start a new life, how could he be unhappy!

Fieber College is a fine arts academy with a long history. It was established by the artist Mr. Fieber during the Renaissance. At that time, Fieber College was a palace-level place that all artists yearned for. Although in recent years, with the With the continuous emergence of new schools of painting, the old-fashioned rigorous painting method of Faber Academy began to weaken. However, from the perspective of a learner, it is still a holy place for the whole of France to study fine arts. *

"Here we are, my lord." Jeff's voice sounded from outside the carriage.

Moen supported his arm and jumped out of the carriage. Mr. Butler smoothed his sleeves without showing any trace, and said: "My lord, the admission file has been arranged, and there will be an academic teacher to receive you inside. If you have any questions, please contact me." You can respond at any time." He paused, his voice was a bit weird, "After all, His Highness Hughden also has capital injections into this academy."

Moen didn't bother to pay attention to the implied meaning in his words, and nodded, "Just stop here, and I'll ask Alex to help carry my luggage in."

There are very few noble children who come to the Academy of Fine Arts to study, but those who can afford the fees are by no means ordinary people.Therefore, most of the students here may be children of merchants and squires, and some gentlemen from doctors and lawyers.Most of these families are relatively wealthy, and almost every student in the college will bring an attendant from home.

Moen took Alex.

Now that the matter has passed, there is no need for him to conceal Erics' loyalty. This child is pure and kind, and he owes him a promise.Of course, it seems impossible to take him back to Lanson's castle now, and Erics didn't mention it, but Moen felt that something was wrong, so he decided to take him by his side, so that the two could have a good relationship. a care.

Before leaving, Knight Commander Cremon whispered to Morne while everyone was not paying attention: "In the church in the town, there are knights from Chetlow Manor stationed. If you encounter any trouble, you can let the knights there notice me."

Morn nodded, as accepting his kindness.

The college life has officially started, and while Moen feels fresh, he also feels a little strange.Most of the classmates here are those of the upper class who disdain to communicate. He doesn't know how to speak up and integrate into their circle.

Oh, listen to what they're talking about!

Whores in the Merry Club, cheap wine, outdated clothes...

Moen adjusted the oil paint impatiently in front of the drawing board, but the boys in front of the studio were discussing some random things loudly. God knows how much he wishes his ears could close like his eyes. The inflowing sentences were continuously sent to his mind automatically.

Isn't this the place to learn art?In Moen's mind, it should be noble and pure, and these vulgar people in the world are defiled it.

Just when the group of boys were discussing which girl had the better technique, Morn finally couldn't help but slammed down the pen, and Erics pulled him aside, "Your Excellency..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo En had already walked to the front of the studio.

"Hey, can you be quiet?" Moen's upbringing made him hold back his anger.

The interrupted boys stopped communicating, and all four or five turned their gazes to him.The leader was a darker-skinned boy with a solid figure and a sharp facial contour. There was a tattoo like a family totem behind his ear, which Moen couldn't see clearly.

The boy sneered and raised his chin: "Who are you?"

Speaking of which, under normal circumstances, new students will always attract everyone's attention, but Mo En is a bit too low-key, usually alone, and has no friends, so he has been in the same classroom for many days The students in the class didn't seem to notice him.

"Monn."

"Oh, freshman? Well, listen to Moen boy, my name is Laurentius, if you don't know who I am, please ask whoever I am, now, you leave immediately!"

Mo En frowned. This boy obviously looked about his age, but he didn't expect the words he said to be so childish!Simply, simply unreasonable!

Moen: "I didn't come here to argue with you, I mean, this is a studio, this is an academy, you should come here to study, not to discuss women!"

"Yeah, but I'm going to talk about women, with their full boobs, their sexy thighs, their clothes ripping off..."

God!Look what this kid is talking about!Morn's face turned red, and he didn't know whether it was anger or shame for those revealing voices.

Laurentius pointed at Moen as if he had discovered a new world, and exaggeratedly exclaimed: "Oh, look! This young virgin is extremely shy, hey, you won't be so big that you can't even go to bed!" Haven't been there either?"

The boys next to him all laughed, and Mo En didn't know what to think of, and his face became even uglier.

Erics pulled Moen aside and defended: "Gentlemen, please be more gentlemanly."

Not gentlemanly enough, this seems to be the biggest mockery of people of some status.

Laurentius was humiliated, and his voice sank: "You are a servant, how dare you scold me, see if I don't teach you a lesson today!"

Saying hello and punching Erics in the stomach, several other boys saw this and swarmed forward. The scene became chaotic, and several easels fell to the ground while pushing and shoving, making a huge noise. The sound finally attracted the teachers in the corridor, and after some tugging, the confusion finally subsided.