When he knocked on the door of Hughton's house on Rio Avenue, the old drunkard was still half drunk and jumped into Allen's eyes.
"Allen? Come in. "
Hughton opened the door and let Allen in. On the second day after returning to Fort Ugarte, Allen paid a visit. Of course, the purpose was to learn about the Magic Cube sequence. It was morning, and although it was not early, Hughton looked like he had just woken up. He let Allen sit in the living room while he ran to wash up. When he walked into the hall again, he casually picked up a wine bottle at the side of the table and poured a mouthful of strong wine into his mouth.
He spat out a strong mouthful of wine, causing the entire living room to be filled with the fragrance of wine. Allen frowned and said, "Mr. Hughton, liquor is bad for your body. You should drink less."
Hughton rolled his eyes and sat down on his obviously faded sand. "What do you know? Without this good thing, I wouldn't have lived until now."
"Speaking of which, I heard that you were ambushed a few days ago?"
Allen nodded.
Hughton murmured, "Who is so bold as to have any ideas about Bescot?" You don't even know that Horn, that crazy old man, is now offering a full bounty for the murderer. The commissioning platform of the hunting group and the black list of the underground killer organization are all filled with your Bescot bounty notices. "If I were the mastermind behind the scenes, I would probably have to hide in a remote corner of the surface and stay there for eight to ten years, heh."
Allen didn't know that Horn had made such a big move. Before that, he had seen that Horn had even sent a few words to Steward Helsing, so he had thought that he didn't care about the attack on the apron. Now it seemed that he was ridiculously wrong.
"Let's not talk about this. I heard that Old Horn has arranged for you to go to Dawn Blade to study?" Hughton changed the topic.
"Yes, I have to report to the academy next Monday."
"Very good, the Magic Cube sequence involves a lot of things. For example, mathematics, space, Origin Energy system, and so on. If you don't have any foundation, it will be very difficult for me to guide you in this area. The Blade of Dawn is the highest academy in Babylon. It will be much easier for you to learn the Magic Cube sequence after you soak in it for a year and a half and understand the basic theories. " Hughton paused for a moment and said, "I have one more thing to entrust you with. Just treat it as your tuition fee."
"What is it?" Allen didn't even think about it and chose to agree.
Hughton patted him on the shoulder. "Follow me."
He led Allen to the second floor, up the stairs, and into a corridor. The two walked to the end of the corridor and stood in front of a door. Hughton knocked on the wood and said, "Vera, it's Grandpa."
There was no movement from inside. Hughton sighed and opened the door.
Behind the door was obviously a girl's room. From the furniture to the decorations, it was all pink. However, there was a very incongruous scene in the room, and that was the girl standing by the window, painting. Long black, black eyes, long black dress … The first impression the girl gave Allen was that it was as dark as ink. On her body, it gave off a suffocating feeling of heaviness.
It was as if even the air had become as heavy as lead in the space she was in.
Looking closely, her facial features were extremely beautiful. Her eyebrows were as thin as willow leaves, her straight nose, and her tightly pursed lips made her look quiet and classical. However, her eyes were lifeless.
Allen had seen many moving eyes, like Lucy's vibrant green eyes, or Adele's domineering window to the soul. They all had their own characteristics. Without a doubt, the eyes of the girl in front of him were also very special. However, what they conveyed was unimaginable despair, emptiness, and loneliness. Just being stared at by these eyes for a moment, those with weak willpower would probably be unable to withstand the oppressive depths of these eyes and scream wildly.
What kind of painful heart would it take to nurture such a pair of eyes?
The door slowly closed, isolating the black-and-white girl from Allen's eyes.
It wasn't until the door was completely closed that Allen seemed to know how to breathe. He took a deep breath and said in surprise, "Who is she?"
"Vera … my granddaughter."
As he walked towards the stairs again, Hughton's back looked so old at this moment. Returning to the living room, he drank a few more mouthfuls of strong wine before saying, "Seven years ago, Vera's parents died in the Outer Realm War." From then on, Vera closed her heart and became like what you saw just now. She is sensitive and fragile, and I have been taking good care of her. But even so, the situation does not necessarily improve. So I plan to let her go to Dawn Blade to study. Although the academy recruits disciples of the clan, it also sets up a quota for self-funded students. I still have some savings that I can provide for her to study. "
"I hope Vera can go out and meet more friends. After all, she still has a long way to go in the future, and an old man like me can't accompany her for that long." Hughton looked at the second floor and said, "It's just that she rarely comes into contact with people. She might be uncomfortable when she first arrives at the academy. I …"
"I'll take care of her." Allen nodded.
Hughton laughed and said, "I like that about you. There's no need to waste your breath. Then Vera will help me keep an eye on her, but there's no need to stand up for her in everything. Otherwise, she'll never be able to walk out of the shadow in her heart. "
"I know what to do."
It was almost noon when he left Hughton's residence. Allen felt something as he walked out of the small garden in front of the house and turned to look in the direction of the second floor. Behind the window of the room on the second floor, the black girl stood in front of the window. Shocked, Allen turned around and hurriedly dodged into the shadows behind the window like a frightened kitten.
"Vera!" Allen suddenly shouted, "See you at the academy."
Leaving a sunny smile in that direction, Allen left. After the magic energy flying car left, the girl walked back to the window. He looked in the direction of the street, then his gaze drifted and landed on the easel by the window. On the canvas was a portrait of a man. In the middle of the painting was a man. He held a giant blade in his hand, his back facing the viewer, only half turning his head, leaving behind a side face.
Beneath the man's feet was a mountain of corpses, and in front of him were numerous figures. The enemies that were like mountains and seas had all sorts of strange postures, but without exception, they surged towards the man. The background in the distance was represented by large patches of dense black and red, and an absolutely tragic feeling arose spontaneously.
The girl's gaze fell on the man's side face. The lines of the side face were actually somewhat similar to Allen's!
A week later, when Allen stood in front of the towering arch of Dawn Blade Academy, the youth's heart was once again shocked, just like when he first saw Castle Ugarte. The difference was that the castle gave Allen a heavy feeling of being immersed in the vicissitudes of time, while the Dawn Blade gave him a feeling of blood boiling.
The butler, Helsing, accompanied him through the arch of the academy, and the world in front of him suddenly opened up. Under the light of dawn, the first thing that appeared in Allen's eyes was a vast grassy land. The grassy land was divided into several areas by the main path, branch path, fountain, statue, and so on. Walking straight along the main road, you will see a stone sculpture halfway.
The work was actually very monotonous. On the towering pedestal, there seemed to be some rubble piled up in a disorderly manner. On the left side of the pile of rubble, there was an old broken blade. The simple and rough composition brought a huge shock to everyone who had just arrived at the academy. From the rubble and broken blades, the spectators could feel an indescribable desolation and solemnity.
In the middle of the pedestal, there was a line of words engraved: Blood as a blade, faith as a shield. Cut through the night, welcome the dawn, sprinkle down the light of hope!
Looking at this line of words, Allen felt as if there was a ball of flame burning in his chest, making him almost want to roar loudly. Only then would he feel comfortable. Helsing stood behind him and said, "This is the motto of the two academies, Dawn Blade and Shield of Hope. Its purpose is to remind future generations not to forget that tragic war. The only difference is the theme of the sculpture. The Blade of Dawn is a broken blade, while the Shield of Hope is a broken shield. The broken blade and shield represent blood and sacrifice! "
As Steward Helsing was explaining the meaning of the stone carvings and words to Allen, a pretty and frivolous girl walked forward. She called herself Julie, a student of the academy, and was responsible for showing Allen around the academy. Julie had long, fiery red hair, and her personality was as fiery and passionate as her red hair. Her full chest and long snow-white legs showed that she was mature in some way.
Steward Helsing handed Allen to Julie and said, "Miss Julie is a self-funded student funded by our family. She will be responsible for showing you around and familiarizing yourself with the entire academy, Young Master Allen. If you need any help with your daily life in the academy, you can also ask Miss Julie for help. Then, I'll take my leave first. The driver will come to pick Young Master up on the weekend. "
"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Helsing."
After Steward Helsing left, Julie looked at Allen with sparkling eyes. She was a self-funded student funded by Bescot. Born in the civilian class, her ideal was nothing more than to hook up with a noble young master in the academy, which would completely change her fate. Otherwise, after leaving the academy, the best result would be to enter a company under Bescot's name and marry a big-bellied company executive.
So when Helsing contacted her and asked her to be in charge of welcoming Allen into the academy, Julie seemed to see luck beckoning to her. Even in Allen's identity, he was declared to be a disciple of a side branch. However, if he needed Helsing, the butler of the family, to take care of it, then even if Allen was not as noble as his direct blood relatives, he should still be an important elite nurtured by the collateral families.
In fact, such a person was Julie's ideal marriage partner. After all, how could it be a commoner like her who was the direct descendant of those aristocratic families? They had long since been carved up by some noble young ladies with roughly the same background.
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