How does the black lotus redeem the male protagonist [Western Fantasy]

It is recommended to eat it together with the next chapter——

"Squeak—" Elsain pushed open the door, facing Principal Janice standing at the door.Her bright red curly hair looks flamboyant and fierce.

Obviously, she was already very impatient because of the continuous searching, and the emotions in those big emerald eyes could not be restrained from leaking out at this moment.

As Elsaine, he should step forward to appease, but as Viscount Winster, he should add fuel to the fire.

Alsain walked past Janis without any intention of saying hello, and almost wrote the four characters of being in a bad mood all over his face.

The veins in Janice's forehead twitched, but she followed.

This guy is as arrogant as ever!

Janice was not at all surprised by his rude behavior, because Viscount Winster was such a nasty person.

But no matter how annoying he is, he is still a member of the Wilson family.Backed by such a thriving family, no matter how much dissatisfaction the people around him have, he has to suppress it in his heart.

Therefore, if someone told Janice that someone wanted to shark Viscount Winster, Janice would not find it strange, and would even share their bitterness with the other party.But if someone tells her that she wants to take action, Janice will only think that the other party is mentally ill.After all, if you endure it, you can cooperate with the Wilson family and get great benefits.In contrast, provoking the Wilson family would make life worse than death.

Any fool should know which one to choose.

Janice sat on the velvet cushion opposite Al Sein, and unceremoniously took a sip of the black tea in front of her.Her status is not low, no matter what, she is also a person who can participate in internal meetings, so she doesn't have to depend on people's faces even for a sip of tea.

Alseyin didn't open his mouth. He didn't know what special deal Winster had with Janice that made her look for him so seriously, and he didn't dare to let others do it, as if he was afraid of leaking it. information.

However, he was sure that this was a matter of putting on a visible cloak, otherwise Janice would never have dared to look for Viscount Winster everywhere in such a big way.

Since she dared to do it, she must be ready to explain.

Alsain lay down straight away, showing Viscount Winster's hard-to-talk attitude.

Ernest was agitated by his various outrageous actions. After all, if Elsain was found out, it would most likely be followed by the cooperation of several great magicians at the bottom of the box in the imperial city. Encircled and suppressed.

Santorini, as the central country of Puxilinbi mainland, would have been swallowed up long ago without a few great magicians guarding it.

Alssein clearly knew these things much better than he did, yet he was able to play Viscount Winster so calmly and naturally.Ernest felt strangely soothed by this calm action, and then he felt the same excitement as Elsein's in his heart.

It's like performing on a tightrope.It is clear that one wrong step will lead to eternal catastrophe, but he still enjoys it.

It's crazy.

Ernest felt his heartbeat overlap with that of Alsin in a trance.

That's right, a madman.

Others are risk-averse, but he is willing to take risks.

It shouldn't be understood, but Ernest felt as if he felt the same with Alsin at this moment.That exciting feeling seemed to be rushing through his blood.It was as if something that had been hidden had been awakened.

Maybe he's crazy too?

No, not exactly.

Ernest vaguely felt that there was something different about Elsaine.But he couldn't think of it at this moment.

Elsain didn't know what Ernest was thinking.He looked indifferent on the surface, but in fact every inch of muscle in his body was ready to exert force at any time.And the arm loosely placed on the sofa can twist the neck of the person beside him at any time.Like a leopard with elegant movements, it seems to be leisurely, but it is actually ready to take the life of its prey at any time.

Elsein's performance was perfect, and Janice had no doubts that the person in front of her was not the real Viscount Winster.She spoke vaguely with some irritability: "The batch of goods at the racecourse is gone, what are you going to do?"

"The way those people in the royal family looked at me recently, huh." Janice put the black tea back on the coffee table in front of her, rested her chin with her hand, and glanced at the servants who were walking out, with an increasingly bored expression on her face cover up.

Elsain sat up, sitting very indulgently, not at all elegant and upright as usual.He held the handle of the cup with one hand, leaned over to take a sip, and said nonchalantly, "When did those guys give others a good look? Chick."

The words were full of resentment, which suited Janice's appetite.

This is a statement of attitude, but it doesn't fit very well with the identity of Viscount Winster.

Ernest was a little surprised, and couldn't help but wonder if Elsain was the same as him, knowing that Viscount Winster was not very valued in the Wilson family.

Of course, Elsain did not know the twists and turns in the Wilson family. After all, he started from scratch at the beginning, and he has been active in the Church of Light and the academy since then. I know it from the performance of the daily newspaper and the people around me.I don't know much about the various secrets in these families.

However, although he didn't know much about the internal news of the Wilson family, he knew very well: If it wasn't for the like-mindedness in this regard, how could Janice's personality speak in front of the bad-tempered "Viscount Winster".She has no problem with talking nonsense.

Elsein took a look at Janice's more relaxed expression because she was with "one of my own", and she knew it.

"Let's not talk about those guys." Janice tapped the table with her gorgeous nails, emphasizing: "This time it was indeed your mistake. And not just once... It's hard to explain to the royal family now."

not once...

Elsain thought for a while, and responded vaguely with a universal sentence: "That's not what I thought, if you want to blame, you have to blame those damn troublemakers."

Janice rubbed her forehead, and there was a little helplessness in her voice: "Forget about those people who don't know their identities, and let them know how powerful they are in a few days. It's just...how come there is such a hard-to-handle guy in the academy. "

Difficult to grasp... Elsein's eyes lit up, and countless thoughts passed through his mind, but Viscount Winster's usual unscrupulous expression remained on his face.

Ernest heard his conclusion clearly: "They're in the business of buying and selling young girls."

Ernest felt as if he had heard a loneliness.How did you come to this conclusion?

He suddenly wanted his mind-reading ability to really become "mind-reading", so that he could slowly read Elsein's thoughts, and then he would not have to face such a predicament now.

If only he was still in the form of a ghost cat now.

Then he could read what Principal Janice was thinking, and everything would be clear.

But now he is in a "parasitic" state, his abilities are restricted, and his mind-reading ability can only be used on El Sein.That's embarrassing.

Elsain didn't delay for a moment because of the lack of Ernest's information, and immediately began to say: "It's fine if it's gone, I thought this group of ages is not enough."

"This group?" Janice followed his train of thought and asked, "You're talking about the academy group, right? There's no such thing as an age statement for the elves' group, it's all based on their faces and figures. their appetite."

Elf!Alsain immediately realized the omissions in his probing words, and connected all the clues together.

And Janice was completely unaware of the enlightenment of the people around her, and couldn't help but sneer: "A group of guys who pursue excitement and are timid. They want to taste the taste of elves, but they are afraid of the power of elves, so they insist on going to elves. The coat of arms was branded on their bodies. Not all the beautiful elves committed suicide because they couldn't bear this kind of humiliation. They really paid a lot of money to buy air. Hah."

"You don't need to worry about the missing batch, I know it well." Elsain said with his head down.

"Are you sure?" Janice brushed her hair, and her body language relaxed visibly, which shows that she still has more trust in Viscount Winster's ability in this aspect: "The appointment time is the night after tomorrow, you are sure to find a new one. goods?"

"Or... are you going to use other things to deal with those guys?" Janice suddenly approached Al Sein and said meaningfully.

"Forget it, as long as you can solve it. It's not in vain that I rushed to find you." Janice narrowed her eyes, as if recalling something, and whispered softly: "Do you think that Elsain seems to be... a little secret ?”

Elsain didn't seem to take his words seriously at all: "Have you received God's guidance?"

"No, it's a kind of intuition." Janice ended the topic decisively: "Why am I talking to you like this." She turned sideways and turned her toes towards the door, which was a gesture of wanting to leave.

At this moment, Elsain suddenly asked: "By the way, do you still remember where the goods are placed?"

Janice gave him a strange look, and then her eyes became deep, and her tone was playful: "Try me? Don't worry, our division of labor has always been clear, and I will not reach out to you."

After she finished speaking, she pushed open the door and walked out.

Alsain watched her gradually disappearing figure, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.He touched the re-condensed ghost cat, his voice was calm, but the excitement contained in it made people feel creepy: "It's time to make trouble."

Ernest glanced at Elsein, who looked like a villain in a fairy tale at this moment, wearing the shell of Viscount Winston, and let out a slow and feeble "meow".

Ernest suddenly realized something:

He probably, maybe, wanted very much to see Al Sein's old face.

Viscount Winster's face...was unappetizing.

However, if he could speak, he would definitely grab Elsain immediately to find out what the ins and outs of this matter were like.

Hey, I probably won't be able to sleep today.

Sure enough—curiosity killed the cat.

The author says:

再次声明，请分清Two-dimensional三次元-感谢在2022-06-1222:54:25-2022-06-1722:33:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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