Hunting College

Beta Town, pedestrian street.

　　 Wandering Bar.

　　 In a secret reception room on the second floor.

　　 Seprano stood behind the small bar and picked a bottle from the wine cook behind him. The bottle was filled with grass green liquid. Even if it is not heated, bubbles are still gurgling.

The reception room is not large in size, but it has all the internal organs, including the black jujube wine kitchen, exquisite bar counter, glass coffee table, large dragon leather sofa, Persian plush carpet, and high quality dragon blood vines hanging between the walls and ceiling Light bug.

　　 Compared with the light bugs outside the reception room, the light bugs here are much stronger in size and brightness. And they are quieter, know how to lie on the ground and **** vine juice, and will not crawl around on the vines, affecting the lighting effect.

　　Seprano is entertaining a guest.

　　 is behind the glass coffee table, Arthur Ness who is fidgeting at the moment.

　　Although many people in the school think Arthur Nath is an idiot—in fact, he is only slightly ‘reckless’—but that doesn’t mean he has no brains.

　　As an old student who has spent two years in the first university, as the heir to a small family, Arthur Ness may not be talented in magic, but in some aspects he has a keen sense of smell.

　　 For example, self-positioning.

　　 It is true that he sometimes feels that he is still a person, but this confidence is mainly aimed at the wizards who have no background and are born in white, or those who have just entered school for more than half a year. Even if he stumbled on Zheng Qing twice in a row, his confidence was not consumed much.

　　Because students like Zheng Qing are in the minority after all-how many students will be included in the Big Arcana list by the magic wand in the first grade? For hundreds of years, there was no one.

　　 Therefore, it's not ashamed to smash under Zheng Qing's hands.

　　 Arthur Ness also has a very clear positioning of himself: it is more than the best, the ‘middle class’ of the wizarding world. To put it in a more vivid metaphor, he is roughly like a ‘squire’ or a ‘subordinate official’ in an ancient feudal dynasty, who can rely on the needs of the ‘ruling class’ to fake the power, but he is definitely not a ‘ruling class’.

　　 The ‘ruling class’ here is placed in the first university, which is the small group of students from Reggie, Augustus, and the three great wills, Friedman, and Seprano.

　　 It is precisely because of this ‘self-knowledge’ that Arthur Ness is fidgeting at this moment.

　　Because he didn't know what the famous Cheung Kei club leader, Mike King Seprano wanted to do when he called himself into this reception room. In theory, he did not have the capital to become a guest of Serprano, nor the capital to let Serprano personally mix drinks for himself. If it were Sir Friedman, perhaps he could have such a face.

　　 In addition, although both are students of Alpha Academy, Arthur has been Sir Friedman's from the beginning, as the students in the castle know.

　　 What if Seprano wants to betray the Jazz?

　　 Thinking of this possibility, Arthur Ness couldn't help feeling a depressive entanglement. On the one hand, he was excited about being able to get the ‘favor’ like Ceprano; on the other hand, he was also terrified of his abilities. He feels that he is not the kind of guy who can be a'between'.

　　 He couldn't help cursing Kitano Gen from the bottom of his heart. If it wasn't for the wizard from the ninja family who wanted to sell something in the wandering bar, he would not follow him, naturally he would not be caught by Seprano.

On the other hand, Arthur Ness vaguely remembered Kitano Gen.'s brother named Kitano Misty. He seemed to be Seprano’s subordinate. For some reason, he owed Cheung Kei a large sum of money, and Kitano Gen. had also followed suit recently. It's tight.

　　 Could it be that Seprano held himself here because of this incident? Then I must clarify that Kitano Yuan is only his own subordinate, and his debt has no relationship with himself.

　　 Just as Arthur Nes was thinking about it, Serprano, who was standing behind the small bar, was not idle.

He poured the gurgling green wine into two transparent glass wine glasses, took out the stainless steel colander with a short handle from the cupboard to dry, put it on the wine glass, and put a white square in the middle of the colander. sugar.

　　 Then the fat wizard stuffed two wine glasses under a tall glass drip pot placed at the end of the bar, and unscrewed the two small taps on the base of the drip pot.

　　 The ice water in the pot slowly falls drop by drop under the action of gravity, soaking with white sugar cubes, and slowly seeping into the wine glass under the sugar. Under the stimulation of the ice water, the bubbling cyan liquor turned white.

　　 "Do you know why you are called?"

　　 Seprano's slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in this small reception room, and Arthur Nes, who was thinking about it, was startled, and immediately sat upright.

　　 "I don't have money!" He shouted reflexively.

　　 The fat wizard gave him a surprised look: "I didn't think about asking for your money... I just invited you up for a drink. By the way, listen to a senior Alpha nagging."

　　 Arthur Ness realized what he had just said, and he was ashamed and closed his mouth tightly.

　　 Seprano twitched at the corner of his mouth, unbuttoned his collar, and twisted his neck.

　　 He felt the air in the room was a bit stuffy:

　　 "I don't like Green Bee, because it is too frivolous."

　　 "I don't like amber light either, because it is too expensive...I am a layman, a layman who is incompatible with Alphaborg."

　　 "Although you are not a Cheung Kei person, as a second-year old student, you must know my ideals."

　　 "Hemophilia needs to change, Alpha needs to change ~ www.ltnovel.com~ Our wizarding world also needs to change."

　　 "Change is not a sweet and sour green bee, nor is it a rich amber light. Change is a bitter, hard-to-swallow absinthe."

　　 "That's why, I would like this wine."

　　 The ice water in the dripping pot dripped faster and faster, and the absinthe in the two glasses gradually turned milky white. Seprano snapped his fingers, lit the last cluster of granulated sugar remaining in the spoon, and then leaned over the spoon to stir it straight into the milky liquor.

"...Actually, I prefer the bohemian way of drinking," Seprano pushed a glass of tuned vermouth in front of Arthur Nes: "But since the treat today, it naturally needs Slightly more solemn."

"hope you do not mind."

　　 Arthur Ness held the glass and shook his head frantically, lest he slowed down a little bit, he would be thought by Seprano that he minded.

　　 The fat wizard twitched the corners of his mouth again, took the spoon out of the cup, and knocked on the wooden bar table smoothly. While knocking, he whispered in accordance with the rhythm of the knock:

　　 "Alberson, Albertson, those green elves."

　　 "Dancing on the ice, presumptuous in the wine."

　　 "Laughter about their deep desires and pursuits."

　　 "The enthusiasm of wantonly content is like fire..."