On Thursday afternoon, Allen had just finished a basic mathematics class, and his little head was almost bursting with numbers. It was almost dusk, and a large expanse of golden sunlight shone down from the sky, bathing the entire academy in a divine radiance. The towering steeples, the circular domes, and the carvings on the buttresses miraculously formed a beautiful picture under the radiance of the setting sun, allowing Allen's nerves, which were oppressed to the point of almost screaming by all sorts of formulas and numbers, to relax and soothe.
He stretched, leaned on the stone railing, and took a deep breath. The air was filled with the smell of early autumn, and the withered leaves of the parasol trees were reminding people that the golden autumn was slowly approaching.
"Allen!"
A few voices shouted his name, and Allen could only helplessly pull his mind back to reality from the incomparably beautiful world. Reflected in the bright red pupils were a few youths of the same age. They were all students of the same level. Although they weren't born in a powerful family like Bescot, they dared to make friends because Allen's identity was only a side branch to the outside world, and his status was similar to that of these youths.
If it was a direct descendant like Adele, even if Adele was willing to accept them, they wouldn't be willing to do so. Class was one reason, and the other reason was that the sensitive self-esteem of the youths wouldn't allow them to do so. The teenagers didn't want to have a superior friend and walk under his glory and shadow from now on.
By the time he was willing to curry favor with the powerful and climb up by hook or by crook, he had already lost his pure heart.
Allen wasn't the kind of person who would dance with his sleeves. Social interaction was an obvious shortcoming of him. In the previous course on family management, the instructor had mentioned that every participant in family management had to treat social activities as a job, and they had to do their best. No matter if it was an individual or a family. His own strength was always the first. At the same time, he also needed some allies.
The instructor said, "No matter what level you place these friends at, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy, isn't it?"
This sentence touched Allen quite a bit, so he began to consciously make some changes. For example, a kind smile or a simple greeting. All of this quickly won him a few so-called "friends". Of course, his identity was also an important factor.
Among his friends, Josh's family, Weems, had been active in recent years and was expected to jump from an ordinary noble to a famous clan. Therefore, among these youths, Josh, who had a mouthful of beautiful white teeth, was always the focus of attention. What's more, this young man was one of the heirs of the family. Even though he was ranked at the bottom, just this identity alone made him much nobler than the others.
Including Allen, who was only a side branch, so when Josh took the initiative to recruit Allen, the youth could not think of any reason for the other party to refuse. In the end, Allen naturally joined their circle, but it was slightly different from what Josh had expected. Allen wasn't willing to make friends with him because of his identity, but because he wanted to change himself and make him work hard to become a qualified family manager.
If Josh knew what Allen was really doing, he would definitely be very angry.
"Allen, how about going to the bar with us tonight?" A teenager invited.
A boy with dark green hair at the side also said, "That's right, Josh is treating us. Also, I heard that the chances of a romantic encounter in a bar are higher."
Josh laughed and scolded, "So our little Ogre is still a boy."
The youths burst into laughter. Allen did not refuse the invitation. It wasn't that he hadn't been to a bar before, so he treated it as a social event, he told himself.
As night fell, when Allen got off the taxi, he saw the sign of the bar. The shop sign used colored lights to form a picture of a large tree, and below it were the words "Old Oak Bar".
"Why are we here? I thought we were going to Twilight. "Behind Allen, the youth named Ogre complained.
The other youths also had a hint of disappointment in their eyes, and Josh was rather embarrassed. He naturally knew that Twilight was a good place, but with the funding he received from his family, he couldn't afford to spend money in a bar of Twilight's size. Moreover, there was a special reason why he chose the Old Oak Bar tonight.
"Listen to me." Josh coughed dryly and said, "What's so good about a soft place like Twilight? Although the Old Oak isn't as good as it, you don't know that the women here are very enthusiastic!"
Hearing what he said, the other youths gave up and swarmed into the bar like a swarm of bees.
Pushing open the oak door of the bar, the smell of smoke mixed with alcohol assaulted his face, and it was also a little damp and gloomy, causing Allen to frown slightly. The Old Oak looked a little better than the surface bars Allen had been to, but it was far from comparable to bars like Saber and Twilight. Most of the people served by Old Oak were commoners, and two or three drunkards could be seen shouting loudly and drinking with their hands. There were also members of some hunting squads among them. They occupied some corners of the bar, either drinking silently or whispering to each other. Occasionally, a burst of laughter could be heard.
On the stage of the bar, three sexy girls were dancing pole dancing, causing the drinkers to frequently throw tips on the stage, just to make the girls' performances more enthusiastic.
This was a complicated place, and there were all kinds of people from all walks of life. Obviously, it was not a place frequented by noble children like Josh, so when this group of well-dressed youths squeezed into the bar, they attracted a lot of attention. However, Josh and the others didn't care, especially Ogre, who squeezed to the side of the stage to watch the pole dance.
"Give each of us a glass of beer!" Josh led everyone to the bar and knocked on the bar, pretending to be experienced.
A bartender behind the bar said cheerfully, "Please wait a moment, young masters."
Not long after, a few large glasses of ale were delivered to Allen and the others. Allen tasted it. It was bitter and astringent. It was far from the beer of the Blaze Bar in Sanger Town. However, Josh and the others were very excited, and everyone drank more than half a cup. As soon as they drank, they naturally talked more, and the topics of discussion among the youths were inseparable from their own families or a certain woman they had slept with. As for whether they were still virgin boys or had already become men, only they themselves knew.
Soon, their topic shifted from a beautiful girl or a sexy female tutor to the woman in the bar. To be honest, there were indeed quite a few women in the bar. Apart from the drinkers, there were more waitresses. Their uniforms were all low-cut skirts, and when they lay low or bent down, one could always see something under their neckline or skirt.
Men would always stuff tips into their necklines and then reach out to touch their thighs or buttocks. Some tips were even big enough, so the waitress would smile and pull the guests to some dark corners of the bar.
As the teenagers drank, a waitress walked by. Josh pretended to be generous and stuffed a few small bills into the woman's collar. Then he reached under his skirt and touched between his legs. The woman was both funny and angry. She spat and said, "A little brat who hasn't even grown all his hair is going to learn from others to mess around here."
After saying that, he laughed and went away. The boys looked at each other and then burst into laughter.
"Og, look over there." After drinking another glass of bad ale, Josh elbowed his companion beside him, "There's a good one there."
Josh pointed to a table not far from them. There were four or five youths sitting at the table. Among them was a young woman with a short, milk-colored head and distinct facial features. She wore a leather jacket and an open coat. She only wore a black bra, revealing a large amount of snow-white flesh. Her slender waist without any excess fat was curvy, and her pert buttocks were wrapped in a pair of denim shorts. Her legs were slender and snow-white, and the daggers tied to the outside of her thighs added a bit of wildness to the woman.
Seeing her, Ogre couldn't help but lick his lips. At this time, the girl also noticed them. Seeing Ogre looking at her, the woman raised her middle finger and said, "What are you looking at, brat? Scram home and drink milk."
Her companions beside her burst into laughter.
This made Ogre's face burn, and Josh snorted, "A lowly commoner dares to be so presumptuous! Ogre, if you can't take her down tonight, don't say you're the young master of the Lawrence family. "
Ogre jumped up and poured a glass of wine into his stomach. Then he slammed the glass on the bar and said, "Watch me."
Alan frowned. In his eyes, there was a faint smile on his face. The youths, including the short girl, all had fluorescent Origin Energy on their bodies. The flow of fluorescent light had a certain pattern, which was a sign that a circuit had been constructed. Obviously, they were all engravers, even if they were only low-level engravers. However, once a conflict broke out, Josh and the others would not be able to deal with it.
After all, even with Allen, there were only two engravers among them. The other was Josh. As for Ogre and the other youths, they were only level five or six Origin Energy practitioners. Together, they weren't enough to deal with any one of them.
"Ogre, don't cause trouble."
As the youth walked past him, Allen reached out and pulled him. Ogre, however, did not appreciate it at all. He shook off Allen's hand and said, "You know nothing. That bitch is provoking our dignity. If we don't return the favor, what kind of nobles are we? "
Allen's expression turned cold, and his eyes revealed a look of displeasure. In the end, he didn't have a deep relationship with these youths. His status as a friend with them wasn't heavy enough for him to advance and retreat together, to live and die together. If it was Lucy or Regis, Allen would not hesitate. As for Josh or Ogre, to put it bluntly, the lives and deaths of these youths were none of his business.
Ogre had already stepped forward and put his hand on the shoulder of the millet girl. "Do you know who I am? I'm Ogre, Ogre Lawrence! Woman, you should be happy that I like you. As long as you make me happy, I'll give you whatever you want. "
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