Of course, no one can predict what will happen after these war potions flow out of his hands.

The most ideal situation is to bring a new reserve army to the 'Mysterious Holy See', waiting for his investigation, and the worst situation is to attract some people's coveting and encounter overt or dark means, however, as long as Sunderland can According to his requirements to grasp the degree, the latter is unlikely.

Aldridge slowly forked a cold steak into his mouth, humming a tune in a nasal voice, not too worried, but looking forward to the future unfolding.

...

The tall and handsome Taivalon Arendine took a deep breath and knocked on the door in front of him, knocking only twice, neither fast nor slow.

No matter how rambunctious his image is outside, in front of the owner of this study, he must put away his never-sharp young claws.

"Come in."

A strong and serious voice came from inside, making Taivalon tremble.

He pushed open the door and walked in, closed the door, took a few steps forward, and respectfully said, "Father."

In front of the large window of the study, a burly and tall figure stood straight like a sword, his short golden hair was meticulously combed, and the black aristocratic robes on his body were really temperamental.

The Marquis of Otenson Arendine, the head of the Arendine family, the mayor of Spursey, and the father of Tywalon Arendine.

Tyvalon inherited a lot from Otenson.

They all have tall and burly statures, and there are many similarities in their faces. However, this is not the reason why Marquis Alendine loves the three sons.

Taiwalon remained motionless, waiting for his father to speak.

"I am engaged to you, the youngest daughter of the Baron Ryrant."

The back figure finally made a sound, but the content made Taivalon Arendin clench his fists for a moment.

This is not a consultation, just a notification.

He will not refuse, he knows that sooner or later this day will come.

At 24 years old this year, he looks more mature because of his appearance. Some people at 26 believe that at this age, most nobles have already completed their marriage contracts, and only a few people will delay for various reasons.

After 'delaying' for so long, Taivalon still couldn't escape from concluding a marriage contract with a strange noble lady of the same family power.

Baron Ryrant... Oh, that noble who lives in Helen Town and whose power does not exceed the scope of the town?

The only thing worthy of praise may be the other party's good reputation in the aristocratic circle.

Taiwalon's fist loosened, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he replied, "Yes."

It's better than expected, at least not a down-to-earth nobleman. I heard that Baron Ryrant's youngest daughter is beautiful and has a soft personality.

That's it, that's it...

Marquis Arendine waved, and Taiwalon respectfully left the room without seeing his father's face the whole time.

Just a few steps out of the door, a figure who is a little thin compared to him walked towards him.

He has a handsome face, about 30 years old, with long blond hair that is soft and flowing, but there is no soft emotion in his eyes, only coldness.

Taivalon gritted his teeth, stood on the side of the corridor, and made way for the road in the middle.

The man didn't look at him, and walked past him in a steady rhythm. The cold air seemed to freeze together, and Taiwalong could not breathe.

His eyes were bitter, and there was no trace of resistance in his heart.

The gap between the two sides is too great.

Maybe in the past, Tai Vallon thought he had chosen a path that he could resist, but it turned out that he couldn't play against that man.

Hope was stifled in the cradle as early as the beginning - ha, a 'mystery' without a potion formula after rank 3...

so funny.

Taivalon thought he had long been disheartened, but he wasn't. He could still taste the bitter taste of despair.

When his figure disappeared in the corridor, Taiwalon left as stiff as a puppet.

He doesn't live in this Arendine manor, maybe that's his only freedom.

...

Monday was the day of school, and Aldridge came to school early to prepare for the day's lessons.

Going to work is a hassle and hard work for many people, but Aldridge enjoys it instead. He can find the quiet and peace of the past in his work.

However, after the class ended in the morning, after Aldrich and Andrea said goodbye, Abel walked in through the door.

Aldridge was sorting out the materials on the stage, looked up at him, and asked strangely, "Abel? Is something wrong?"

If he hadn't come to find him specifically, he wouldn't have had such a good time.

"Aldrich, I have something to ask of you." Abel stared at the corpses that had not been cleaned up on the table without blinking, his eyes glowing.

Hmm... Aldridge also noticed that the guy took a deep breath and used his nose with little movement.

"What?" Aldridge vaguely guessed his purpose.

"Well, that's it, you see, the body in your class will only be used for three classes, right?" Abel scratched his messy hair and said in a mess.

"No, Abel." Aldridge thought to himself. Sure enough, he didn't want to listen to what he said, and refused directly.

Abel hurried up and said in a hurry, "Hey! You haven't finished listening yet, I want one, just one!"

Aldridge frowned, looked at his bloodshot eyes and said seriously, "This is not in line with the school's rules, I can't help you."

"Rules... rules... rules again! Damn rules!" Abel roared frantically as if he had been hit by these two words, "That woman also said rules! Then why didn't you follow the rules? Give me my quota!"

Aldridge was not far from him, and was almost sprayed by his saliva. He took two steps back, helplessly watching him go crazy in the classroom.

This is the laboratory building. It is the end of get out of class time. There are always students coming and going. They are attracted by his roar and watch the fun outside the window and door.

Aldridge glanced at them with icy eyes, and then drove the group away.

The woman in Abel's mouth is undoubtedly Windsor Lang, the object of his secret love~lightnovelpub.net~ But because there is no body, Abel will even yell at her in public...

Windsor Lang's place in his heart was even less important than anatomy.

Aldridge suddenly realized that Abel's obsession with anatomy was no longer a scientific research or a hobby, but a disease!

Shouting and screaming, Abel suddenly leaned against the wall, holding his face and said, "I'm sorry, Aldridge, I'm just too anxious..."

Aldridge nodded slowly and said, "It's okay, maybe you need to have a good chat with Lecturer Windsor Lang."

Abel murmured a few times and whispered, "I will, I will."

He staggered out of the classroom, his back looked a little pitiful.

Aldridge was not sympathetic, but more vigilant.

History has proven time and again what a psychopath can do.

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