Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Everyone who has met Claude says he is a real knight, even a perfect one.

In the face of ordinary civilians and women, he is humble, prudent and polite; in the face of enemies, he is brave and not afraid of sacrifice; In disputes, he has always been just and upright and never hides selfishness; in the face of difficulties, he never evades but faces them directly with a tenacious spirit; Sacrificial, he kept his word and never lost his integrity.

Humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, honesty, spirit, justice.

The knight's eight virtues are like his life principles, never violated, never lazy.

The air in the morning is particularly fresh and clean, and drinking tea in the garden full of flowers and trees will always feel very comfortable and relaxing.

Claude filled the tea for Raphael and Michael, gently put down the teapot, and then quietly took a sip of this exquisite teacup, which was known to be expensive at first glance, the mellow and warm tea slowly slipped Into the throat, the lips and teeth remain fragrant.

Even an ordinary little noble family can't afford to enjoy this cup of tea for a lifetime.

——However, 12 years ago, he was just an orphan living in a slum that anyone could bully.

——He is just an orphan who was born by a lowly prostitute in a slum, doesn't even know who his father is, and has never had enough food or clothing.

That day, he was really hungry. He hadn't eaten for two days, and the eyes on his thin, yellow face seemed to be protruding.

He squatted on the street and used his eyes to inspect who would be the best shot, so he saw a fiery red figure.The seventeen or eighteen-year-old red-haired boy looked slender and weak, well dressed, the purse around his waist looked bulging and not tightly tied, and the most important thing was that he was still walking alone on the street.

So he set off, ran fast, and then bumped into it, touching the bulging money bag with his skinny little hands.

A warm hand was pressing on his hand, his heart shrank, and he pulled it hard, but that hand was still pressing on his hand so that he could not escape.

He couldn't help feeling desperate.

"Yo, kid, look up."

The crisp and bright voice made his despair fade a little, he shrank and raised his head, and then he bumped into a pair of fiery red eyes that were as dazzling as the sun in July but full of brisk and joyful smiles.

"Do you know where the Holy See is?"

Such an ordinary day was the biggest turning point in his life.

Such a beautiful and dazzling person brought him everything that he never dreamed of 12 years ago.

Glory, wealth, status, power, and the reverence of others, he stood on the top of the continent by stepping on countless flesh and blood corpses, and even enjoyed the best things in the mainland.

But these are not what he wants.

Claude looked at the young man with fiery red hair, but before the young man looked over, he calmly looked away and lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.

What he wants has always been simple and extremely difficult.

It was very quiet in the library. The whole academy had gone to watch the game. The only sound in the huge library was the sound of pages being turned.

Still in the old position by the window, the feeling of the sun shining on his body made the blond boy slump lazily on the chair, the coldness between his brows and eyes faded away, leaving only a light and comfortable laziness, and the snow-blue eyes casually browsed the pages of the book The words and pictures on the page, the almost transparent fingers bathed in the sun gently turned the pages of the book, making a light sound that belonged to the paper.

The sound of footsteps changed from indistinct to clearly audible. A young man walked over with a book. He was stunned when he saw the blond boy. After a while, he found a seat near the blond boy and sat down.

The blond boy didn't raise his head from the beginning to the end.

Moore flipped the pages of the book absently, and after struggling for a while, he finally stood up, walked to the opposite side of the blond boy, pulled out a chair and sat down, and looked at the blond boy without speaking.

The blond boy raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"That, that," Moore smiled awkwardly, and then asked in a low voice, "Does your father look like you?"

Blonde boy: "..."

"Or do you have an elder who looks very similar to you, with long blond hair and snow-blue eyes?"

Blonde boy: "..."

Seeing that the blond boy didn't speak, Moore couldn't help urging: "Is there?"

"Are you... the child of one of my family's relatives who lived outside?" Putting his face away, the blond boy looked at Moore expressionlessly, "Are you planning to find me as a relative? Please tell me beforehand that I am not living outside." brother."

Moore: "..."

Resisting the urge to flip the table, Mulpi smiled bluntly: "You're joking, my biological parents are well at home."

"Oh, which relative or friend of yours has a child living outside? Or which relative or friend of yours is looking for your biological parents and brothers?"

Moore: "..."

Moore suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth word by word: "I'm not here to meet relatives! Or to recognize relatives for others!"

The blond boy looked displeased, "Then what are you asking?"

"..."(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Moore, who was so angry that he almost lost his breath, took a while to recover. He kept saying "don't get angry, don't get angry" in his heart, and then he could barely suppress his anger and looked at the blond boy. : "I'm Moore Heraman, a sixth-year student in the Department of Pharmacy, a student of Master Randall, the master of pharmacy, hello."

The blond boy nodded and said coldly, "Fidel, my last name."

I introduced my full name and surname and identity, what do you mean by just giving me a surname? !Do you know what Master Randall's students represent? !

Moore, who had never been so upset before, left angrily, but after a while, he came back again, threw a folded drawing paper on the table, glared at him angrily, and left.

After Moore left, the blond boy reached out to take the drawing paper and opened it slowly, then his expression froze.

The sunlight penetrated through the dense branches and leaves as if covering the sky, and cast mottled spots of light on the grass, on the flowers, and on the figure.

The long blond hair was blown by the breeze. A man in a white and exquisite ancient robe stood beside the thick tree trunk. The six wings on his back were faintly visible in the air. His slender and perfect fingers gently pressed on the tree trunk, but the pair of cold and clear His snow-blue eyes looked straight at you, as if they could see through you in just one glance.

Looking at the blond hair and eyes in the painting that are almost the same as his own now, as well as a somewhat similar appearance, the blond boy reached out and pressed those snow-blue eyes, which were even colder and clearer than the snow-blue eyes in the painting. Eyes drooping slightly, he slightly raised his lips and chuckled.

——It's really badly drawn.

In that far away place, a paintbrush dips pure white paint on the palette, and then paints the paint on the canvas.

The person holding the pen stopped and looked at the painting in front of him.

Long silver hair circling, exquisite ancient robes, a breath-takingly beautiful appearance, and those golden eyes...

All of a sudden, the canvas and the easel were completely burned by black flames.

"Why is it that the picture doesn't look like it?" He frowned slightly, with a disappointed look on his face, "I can't even draw a ten-thousandth part of it."

Sighing, he put the palette and brushes aside, got up and left the room.

The door slammed shut, and the room fell into silence again.

If anyone stepped into this room, they would be shocked.

In the huge room, countless paintings, large and small, were hung on the four walls, some were blond angels with six wings on their backs, some were silver-haired men who never showed their faces, even the floor was covered with countless paintings.

All subjects are blonde angels and silver-haired men, without exception.

As long as you step into this room, you can feel the crazy persistence and pathological greed of the owner.

Obviously, the person who drew these paintings looks like such a bookish, gentle and harmless young man.

It was already noon when he came out of the library, and the blond boy went to the cafeteria to order a steak, a light vegetable soup, and a piece of fruit.He found an empty table and sat down.After a long period of torment with vegetables, fruit and bread, he still decided to adapt to the meat food in the college. You must know that he used to be an out-and-out meat lover!

Before eating, three plates fell on the table, and the three teenagers sat down unceremoniously. Heyman also asked: "Yar, didn't you go to the game? I can't find you anywhere."

"I don't want to go." The blond boy replied confidently.

When Asa raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, another plate fell on the table. Ethan sat down next to Asa and asked with a smirk, "Can I set up a table, juniors?"

Four teenagers: "..."

Asa said with a sad face, "Please feel free."

Jager trembled for a moment, but didn't dare to speak.

Hyman looked suspiciously, and the blond boy cut the steak and said casually, "This is cousin Asatha, senior Ethan Oston."

Hyman's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "You are the senior Alston? Your competition is wonderful!"

Ethan nodded reservedly, "Thank you."

Another plate fell, and the red-haired young man looked at the blond-haired young man with bright eyes: "Do you mind if I'm next to you?"

"Sorry to bother you, please add me." Claude said with a solemn face, putting the plate on the table.

Five teenagers: "..."

A table was built from the side, and the seven people finally sat down. Before they picked up their knives and forks, another plate fell down.

Raphael smiled gently: "Can I have dinner with you?"

Seven people:"……"

Almost everyone in the cafeteria couldn't help but look at those eight people. It wasn't that they made too much fuss, but that the eight people mixed and matched too strangely.

Four first-year freshmen, one college's proud son, one famous college's mentor, and two Holy See's knight commanders.

The first six are quite normal, God knows how the last two got in.

And the atmosphere on the dining table was even more weird. After experiencing the breakfast full of swords and swords, the three teenagers all bowed their heads and ate this strange and inexplicable lunch without saying a word; After Raphael and the blond boy, he tried hard to suppress the sense of presence; after praying before the meal, Claude kept stuffing food into his mouth in silence, he just came to make up the count; Michael sitting on the left of the blond boy was simply Watching the blond-haired boy eat, take a bite, look at the blond-haired boy, take a bite, look at the blond-haired boy, and giggle from time to time; Raphael sitting on the right side of the blond-haired boy is much more reserved than Michael, and he eats gracefully, If it weren't for his eyes to glance at the blond boy from time to time, his dining actions could be used as a template for table manners.

As for the blond boy, no matter how weird the atmosphere at the dining table was, no matter how the people sitting on both sides looked at him, he was still eating his lunch with a calm expression, a calm expression, and unhurried movements.

Even if he eats quite a stomachache.

The author has something to say:

Recently, I have been reading comprehension texts, almost all of which are from the Lord

There is an urge to open up a new pit and write a text focusing on cultivation, what a pity!