Eulalia said:

"I think this topic is not suitable to be discussed in public. Let's find a place to have a good chat."

Hewen smiled and said:

"Do you suspect that I killed Abbas?"

Eulalia shook her head and said:

"No, on the contrary, I suspect that someone is maliciously slandering you and want to clear your mind."

Hewen said curiously:

"Why would you want to help me? You don't like Veronica?"

Eulalia's voice suddenly became deeper:

"Please be careful with your words and actions and do not question my feelings for Veronica, Mr. Hevin. I sincerely hope that this will only happen once."

It was obvious that the girl was serious, but this made Hevin even more strange, because the Veronica admirers he had met before were not so polite, and they were strongly hostile to him as if they were under a spell.

"If you like Veronica too, then why do you want to help me?"

Eulalia's answer made Hevin feel like he was back eight hundred years ago.

"This is a nobleman's duty."

"Are you responsible for this matter?"

Eulalia said without any concealment:

"The Roxuton and Richard you met before are members of my association. They came to see you with Abbas, so his death affected your reputation. They are my subordinates.

So the mistakes they made should be borne by me."

Hewen was silent for a while before saying:

"What an ancient custom."

Eulalia agreed:

"Most modern people have forgotten and abandoned the aristocratic spirit, but our family has always adhered to this responsibility and honor. Some people may think that my behavior is stupid and backward, but only I know what the aristocratic spirit has really brought to me.

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Hewen agreed:

"It's always easier to give up something than to hold on to something, isn't it?"

Eulalia continued:

"I would very much like to invite you to my association for a talk right now, but if you don't want to, you can make an appointment at a time and place at my own expense."

Hewen said politely:

"Maybe you can go to my place."

Eulalia frowned, her impression of Hevin declining again:

"Private residence, okay, please lead the way."

Even she deliberately only listed her private territory in the optional range, leaving the initiative of address and time to He Wen. Originally, she hoped that He Wen could provide a fair venue for both parties, but she did not.

To think that he would actually say this.

Whether they want to use their private space to oppress her, or they are planning something more disgusting, Eulalia will not be afraid or flinch. The aristocratic spirit they have adhered to for generations is not only polite and responsible.

If threatened, they would immediately draw their swords and muskets to entertain the enemy.

Eulalia stayed vigilant and followed Hevin through the school. Although she had already learned Hevin's address from Matthewton, as the place they were in became more and more remote and uninhabited, Eulalia

Yaya couldn't help but feel a little worried.

'Relax, Eulalia, look at this middle-aged man's flabby figure. He doesn't look like a fighting expert at all. But you have been practicing close combat, swordsmanship, and riding since you were a child. An ordinary man.

All three can be easily subdued.'

But at this time, she also thought of Abbas's tragic situation. What if Hevin was really the murderer? What if he personally subdued Abbas and killed him brutally? Could such a murderer really be unable to deal with herself?

No, think about it carefully, so many people saw him leaving the classroom with Professor Hewen, and people from the Night Eagle Society knew that he came to see Hewen. If he was smart enough, he would not do anything to him.

"We're here." Hevin interrupted Eulalia's scare to herself.

The noble gentleman took a deep breath. What was in front of him was an ordinary two-story house. There was no killing mechanism, and it was not an evil cave.

Although she felt a little guilty for falling into fantasy just now, it was a cowardly crime.

But she still forgave herself. After all, she was just a nineteen-year-old girl. Walking through a gloomy poplar forest next to a person who might be a murderer could easily arouse instinctive fear.

The aristocratic spirit learned from childhood also includes accurately understanding one's own mistakes, accepting them, and then forgiving oneself.

She met a little girl, a girl that she loved very much.

She shook her head with all her strength and shook the image of Ha La out of her head. Her heart only belonged to one person.

Hevin touched Ha La's head and handed her the chocolate gift box he bought in the city center before class.

He walked to the wine cabinet:

"You don't mind if I like to drink some wine while we talk?"

Eulalia glanced around the wine cabinet. This action was just out of politeness. When she refused like this, she could at least show that she had taken a serious look. Eulalia didn't believe that someone like Hevin could collect anything good.

liquor.

Then she paused at a modestly packaged bottle of wine.

She asked in disbelief:

"Is that the real deal? Elder Estate wine?"

Hewen took out the wine bottle and proudly introduced:

"That's right, and it's from the 1873 batch. A good friend gave it to me. Would you like some?"

Eulalia nodded imperceptibly, her desire for wine and doubt constantly colliding in her heart.

As Hevin finished sobering up the wine, the aroma of the wine began to spread in the room, and Eulalia confirmed that this was indeed genuine.

She was going to take back what she said. Maybe Hevin did have a bad personality, but at least he had good wine.

However, she was also surprised that Hewen could collect such a fine wine, but she did not realize that a wine of this quality should not be easily collected by a folklorist, let alone casually used to entertain guests.

category.

Although the aristocratic life is very good, it also makes her develop some luxurious "shortcomings", such as not being used to eating too bad food, and not being very sensitive to money.

Eulalia took a sip of wine and said:

"Let's talk about the rumors."

Hewen tapped the wine glass with his nails:

"Are you so sure this is a rumor?"

Eulalia said confidently:

"certainly."

She didn't explain how she knew, because maintaining mystery is an important way to instill awe in others.

Distance creates power.

Eulalia said:

"I will help you find the villain who slandered you and prove your innocence. Believe me, I have the power and ability."

Hwendrenger said with a serious face:

"No, I mean, maybe this is not a rumor. I am really a murderer. I use Abbas as a material for my artistic expression, and you are my next target. Your wine glass is already covered with narcotic drugs.

, can make you completely lose your ability to resist."

Eulalia unconsciously clenched her wine glass, forced herself to keep her face calm, and asked:

"Then you really are?"

Hewen smiled:

"Of course not."

Fear can create vulnerabilities.

Hewen continued to ask:

"How are you going to help me cover up one rumor with another? To be honest, I can do it, so why don't we talk about more important things."

Hewen looked at each other with her heterochromatic pupils:

"what do you want?"

Eulalia blurted out:

"I want you to do me a favor."

No, Eulalia originally planned to let Hevin take the initiative to ask for help. What happened now?

He Wen followed suit and said:

"So what do you want from me?"

Eulalia knew that continuing to conceal it now would only add to the joke, so she said frankly:
Chapter completed!