A handsome young man with golden hair stood up, bowed slightly forward and saluted, showing his courtesy to Ha La:

"Classmate Ha La, what books do you usually like to read?"

Ha La thought for a moment:

"Well, all kinds of weird novels..."

The young Ciro not only felt a little happy, because Hala was not as arrogant and cold as Peloris.

Hala continued:

"There are also Impressionist and Fauvist art works, surveys of famous and popular culture, cell biology, Conmi philosophy, quantum mechanics papers..."

Teacher Rosa quickly interrupted Ha La:

"That's enough, that's enough, Ha La, how about you sit in that position? Is that okay?"

Rosa pointed to the left side of the green-haired girl.

Ha La walked directly off the podium and sat down to the left of the green-haired girl.

Ha La looked at her deskmate with a smile and said:

"Hello, my name is Hala."

The girl looked at her and nodded:

"Peloris."

After finishing, Peloris lowered her head to read again.

Hala glanced at the book with a special cover in Peloris's hand, and then obediently withdrew her eyes.

It was not class time yet. As soon as Teacher Rosa left, the students in the entire classroom became excited and gathered around Ha La.

The students on the innermost floor are all girls. Judging from the condition of their skin, it can be seen that almost all of them come from wealthy families, and their parents are either nobles or wealthy businessmen.

In fact, the reason why everyone is so enthusiastic is not only because Ha La is beautiful, but also because she also comes from a wealthy family.

A girl with such fair and tender skin could never come from an ordinary family.

A girl with wavy brown hair asked:

"Holla, are you from Wharton?"

Hala replied:

"No, I should be considered an Aren."

"Aaron? I heard there seems to be some electric bus on the street..."

"Holla, are you also a noble? What family do you belong to? What is your father's title?"

"Holla, why is your skin so good? How do you usually take care of it?"

"Is the book you just mentioned true? Can you tell me about it?"

Silla squeezed out from among the people:

"Wait a minute, classmate He La has just arrived at school. Don't pester her with questions. Give her some time first."

Silla turned to look at Ha La:

"Classmate Hela, you just arrived at school today, how about I take you around?"

Ha La shook her head:

"No need, I've already visited the whole school."

Silla was stunned. If this was an excuse for refusal, it would seem a bit perfunctory.

Silla replied with a smile:

"Okay, if Hela needs anything, you can come to me. I am the monitor of this class. You can just call me by my name - Silla."

Ha La nodded and smiled:

"Thank you, classmate Siro."

Silla always smiled during the conversation. He nodded and turned around and walked back to his seat.

He called out other classmates for Ha La and even volunteered to take Ha La to get acquainted with the school, all out of a sense of responsibility.

Yes, this is the sense of responsibility of the Eberron family. If a person cannot bear responsibility, then he is not a qualified Eberron family member.

He had already decided to do these things before meeting Ha La and seeing her amazing appearance.

Of course, Silla would not deny that she was indeed amazed by Ha La.

Ha La looked at the girl next to her again. She was still addicted to the book in her hand:

"Hello, do you like reading too?"

The purpose of Hala coming to school here is very simple, just to grow up and make friends.

Hal wants to be friends with Peloris.

Peloris looked sideways at Hala.

What caught her eyes were a pair of big, pure and sincere eyes.

She paused for a moment before saying what she originally planned to say:

"Don't disturb me, I don't like to talk too much to others."

Ha La nodded slightly:

"Okay, Peloris."

The green-haired girl reluctantly turned her gaze back to the book. Fortunately, this new classmate was quite sensible and didn't bother her again and again.

…Dividing line…

Hewen looked at the two-meter-high words in his hands.

If you place this painting upright on the ground, you can vaguely notice that the height of the people in the painting should correspond to their real height.

Why?

Why should this painting be hung in the most obvious place in the hall, even if my daughter hates it so much?

It's because of him.

That gloomy man.

Tea sets have been placed on Hewen's table.

An uninvited guest had been watching him from the shadows for a long time.

"Don't you want tea?"

A white long-haired mouse emerged from the hole in the ground. As it continued to run in the direction of Hewen, its body continued to expand.

An old man with a stooped back took off his work clothes, revealing the gown underneath. He sat tremblingly on the seat that Hewen had prepared for him.

"young people……"

Hewen waved his hand:

"Just call me Hewen."

The witcher turned around, and the old man in front of him had long, white hair on his face, his mouth had become very pointed, and many rat-like features appeared behind him.

Jerry said:

"Haven, do you know all this?"

Hewen sat opposite him:

"I don't know much. For example, I know you will come. This used to be your house."

The old man nodded:

"If you can, I hope you can return this house to me. I can give you a fortune, a huge fortune that my children have no idea about. You can also retain the nominal ownership of this place, but I

I hope I can live here alone without anyone disturbing me."

Hewen said:

"I can also give you a fortune, more than you can give."

The old man smiled:

"You should have heard our stories. There are not many people like you who are not afraid of us."

Hewen smiled and said:

"Of course I've heard about your stories, so you should know that you shouldn't miss this place.

“What goes up to Wodun belongs to the five dragons, and what goes down to Wodun goes to the seven kings.

"People from Lower Wharton are not allowed to invade the territory of Upper Wharton without any reason. You should not be here, young man."

Jerry's body froze.

He knew what the other party said was right, but to be honest, no one had seriously implemented this rule for a long time, let alone now that he was led into Lower Wharton by the Rat King himself.

Hevin casually took out an ancient badge from his arms and threw it to Jerry.

"Ratman, give your king a message. I'm back, but I won't compete with them for anything, so..."

Jerry swallowed.
Chapter completed!