Albert College

Ebner Bastian was famous.

One, he is a great mage.

Two, he's an elf.

[-]. He is very young and very handsome.

These three points, especially the third point, are enough to make women all over the continent be fascinated by him, so most of the men also remembered his name by the way.

Of course, Caesar knew he was mainly because of the first reason.In terms of magic, Albert is an undoubted genius. He almost saw the essence of magic. The related theories he put forward pushed the academic world to a new peak.

But to be honest, Ebner himself is not as likable as his talent if Caesar is to judge it.

Different from other elves, Ebner has waist-length silver long hair. He has a lazy demeanor and casually glances at the excited students below. As a mage, he has a very conspicuous long sword hanging on his waist.However, this arrogant attitude and nondescript attire did not detract from him much. He was tall and handsome, so according to the truth that appearance was above everything else, the girls in the audience were going crazy.

Caesar curled his lips in disdain, ignored the boiling crowd, and simply seized the time to copy the class notes of the previous class by himself.

If I knew it earlier, I would sit a little back. The front row is fine, but if there are a bunch of chattering girls next to me, it's a completely different matter.

"Ah, that's Lord Bastian. I didn't expect to meet a real person. I'm so lucky!"

"I don't know how someone like him can come to be a little teacher?"

"Who can tell what that lord is thinking? But no matter what, it's good to be able to see him, so why bother?"

"Speaking of which, that lord seems to be single so far. If you work hard, you may have a chance."

"Ah, Lord Bastian is looking over here!"

"Really? Hey!"

Caesar had blocked out all the noise, but at this moment the girl next to him suddenly bumped him with her elbow.

Caesar frowned calmly, raised his head, only to find that the eyes of the entire classroom were on him.

Including that great Lord Ebner Bastian...

Ebner stared at him closely, and after a while, he suddenly showed a lazy smile: "This, um, student Caesar Vallière, do you think what I said is boring?"

Remember everyone's name in just one day?Or did you investigate him specifically?

Caesar's eyes flickered.

Ebner did not wait for his answer.He walked down the podium slowly, came to Caesar, and lifted his chin frivolously with one hand, noticing the anger in Caesar's eyes, the corners of his mouth curved even wider.

"Don't be so angry, dear Caesar, although you are not interested in me, I am very interested in you."

Ignoring the panting sounds around him, he leaned down and whispered in Caesar's ear, "You seem to be holding something very interesting. Come to my room tonight."

Caesar waved him away, his expression became more indifferent than at the beginning, his eyes seemed to pierce him.

"What if I refuse?"

Ebner shrugged indifferently, and said with a smile: "That thing is too dangerous for you, as a teacher, I need to be responsible to you." He straightened up and raised his voice, "If you don't come, then I will have to Came to find you."

The surroundings suddenly exploded, obviously they only heard the second half of the sentence.

But Nishizawa read the threat from the opponent's eyes in an instant.

Did he really discover the stone that sealed the ghost?I kept it on my body because I was worried about accidents, but I didn't expect it to become a flaw. As expected of the youngest member of the Mage Association, I have a keen sense.

If you don't expose him now, is there any other consideration?

He fell silent.

And Ebner did not press him any further, but clapped his hands calmly, said with a smile as if nothing had happened: "Then let's continue with the class, today's content is, ah, just learn the seal." .”

So after the whole class, everyone in the classroom seemed to have been struck by lightning.Although Ebner spoke wonderfully, no one remembered the content of sealing science.

In less than the morning, there were already more than 30 versions of rumors about the relationship between Caesar and Albert in the academy.

For example, "Master Bastian came here to find his lost lover Caesar", "Caesar owed Lord Bastiana [-] gold coins, and Lord Bastian asked him to pay back with his body", and " Master Bastian fell in love with Caesar at first sight" and so on.

Only at this time can we truly appreciate the unparalleled imagination of human beings.

Although I have never cared much about other people's opinions, but with a stranger for no reason, and the gender is male, it is another matter to have a relationship.

Caesar walked on the path leading to the teacher's dormitory, gritted his teeth and thought.

He's got to beat that insane bastard down hard -- as soon as he's sure he can beat the guy.

The dormitories are all arranged in the southwest corner of the college, very close to each other, separated by regular geometric rose gardens, and can be reached in about 10 minutes.Although the place where Ebner lives is independent, it is not far away.The street lamps were hidden in the shadows of the trees, and the pale yellow lights shone. It was almost late autumn, but there were still unknown bugs flying around in it, occasionally bumping into the candle flames and making a puffing sound.

Caesar stopped and looked up at the three-story bungalow in front of him.The ivy on the outer wall has withered, and the few remaining leaves are shaking and trembling in the cold wind. The light shines through the glass windows on the second floor, casting a malicious glance as if at night.

Ebner must be a tricky guy, how will he explain it later?

Although he won't be expelled from school if he is discovered, the sealing stone will definitely be confiscated, and his research on ghosts has not yet started.

It's bad.

"Tsk tsk, is it your interest to stand outside in such a cold day?"

Caesar froze for a moment, only to find that Ebner was leaning calmly against the door, his long silver hair was tied loosely behind his head, a blue satin robe was casually draped over his shoulders, and there was no daylight hanging around his waist. That sword still had a distant and polite smile on his face.

"You brought the things here, you are a good boy."

Withdrawing his gaze, Caesar lowered his eyes and touched the red gem in his pocket before walking towards the bungalow.Ebner thoughtfully closed the door behind him, watched him enter the hall with a smile, and followed him slowly.

The interior decoration is unexpectedly luxurious.The fireplace is burning warmly, and the floor is covered with a soft Persian rug that can sink the soles of shoes. The firelight casts a light red on the gilded furniture with cracked white primer and the dahlia wallpaper. rhythm.

Ebner casually poured two cups of black tea, and gently placed them on the ivory inlaid tea table.The heat dissipates slowly, accompanied by the refreshing tea aroma.

"Don't be sullen, good black tea, would you like a cup?"

His movements are polite, but he can give people a feeling of being defiant.

Caesar glanced at the cup of black tea indifferently, and sneered: "The attitude is really nice, do you need me to write an 'excellent' in the teacher's evaluation?"