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Chapter 2122

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"Then, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow! Remia! "

The girls took the bus rented by the academy and returned to the dormitory.

After bidding farewell to her companions one by one, Remia walked towards her room. However, when she passed by the courtyard, someone called out to her.

"Dasher! Did you wait for me here? "

Seeing that it was her elder brother sitting on the bench in the courtyard, Remia immediately relaxed and excitedly walked to his side.

"I heard that your tour has ended. I thought that you should be back soon, so I waited for you here." Dasher rubbed Remia's head and said, "I've brought back the clothes you ordered."

"Really?" Remia's eyes lit up. "I was worried that I wouldn't be able to make it in time. This is great … Here, Dasher, I have something for you too."

"What's this?" Dasher looked at the bag in Remia's hand curiously.

"It's a specialty from the City of Dawn!" At this moment, Remia said softly, "When we were resting today, the President of the City of Dawn came to visit us. He even brought us some special desserts … I thought it would be great if Dasher could eat them, so I secretly took some. Hehe."

"You!" Dasher smiled helplessly. "How can you be a Saintly Maiden like this?"

"It's your first time anyway. It's just a side show. It doesn't matter!" Remia giggled. "Try it. It's really delicious. If I was a little slower, I wouldn't have been able to get it. Those guys are really good at eating."

While speaking, Remia licked her lips as if she was savoring the taste of the snacks.

When the young man saw this, he told Remia to keep the snacks for him, but Remia insisted.

Remia said that she could share everything with Dasher because he was her family.

"Remia, if … I mean, if you see me during the Saintly Maiden Ceremony, what will you do?" the young man suddenly asked.

"Dasher, isn't it normal for you to support me during the Saintly Maiden Ceremony?" Remia asked in confusion. Then, she put on a serious face and said, "Dasher, you don't want to see me that day! I'll be angry! I'll be angry for two months! I'm not talking to you! "

Da Xiu's lips moved, and then he patted Remia's shoulder gently. "Done? Tired from the whole day? I should go back and rest. I still have to participate in the second round of the Holy Maiden Ceremony tomorrow. He had to be in good condition? Even if you're just accompanying them, don't be the last one. "

"Alright!" The young girl smiled sweetly.

"Remember to brush your teeth? We ate so many desserts today! "The young man exhorted.

He watched as Remia returned to her dormitory … Only when the lights in her room were turned on did he head to the male dormitory.

However, he had just pushed open the door and entered the room. The young man's body stiffened.

Inside the room? A tall figure was currently standing by the window … Da Xiu's lips couldn't help but tremble slightly. In the end, he lowered his head and silently closed the door of the room.

The tall figure slowly turned around. It was Teacher Isabelle, who was wearing a pure white suit.

Teacher Isabelle? Not only was he wearing a man's suit, he even tied up his long hair … He even gave off a handsome vibe.

Teacher Isabelle looked at the bag that Da Xiu put on the table and asked curiously, "What's this?"

"Pastry … I bought some," Da Xiu muttered. He didn't tell her that Remia left the bag for him.

"Oh?" Teacher Isabelle casually opened the bag and glanced at it … Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes. She smiled and said, "If a girl eats desserts at night, she will get fat."

"I'm not …"

Teacher Isabelle opened the bag with the pastry. She used her fingers to scoop up some cream and smeared it on her lips. Then, she sneakily pressed it on the young man's lips.

A suffocating sweet taste … Da Xiu's breath stopped. His eyes widened. His body stiffened at first, then gradually softened.

Finally? Teacher Isabelle licked her lips and chuckled. "Now, you are my girl."

Dahir took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice, "Master Isabelle, if … if I agree to appear in the ceremony, then … then … then in the next Holy Maiden Ceremony, can you really let Remia win the championship?"

"What? As a senior judge of the Holy Maiden Ceremony, do you think I don't have the ability?" Teacher Isabelle said with a faint smile, "Are you doubting me?"

"I … I don't mean that." Da Xiu shook his head and sighed. "I just hope you can keep your promise. I … I will show up at the second round tomorrow. I will show up in the way you like. "

"I don't like the way you look now." Teacher Isabelle shook her head.

Da Xiu gritted his teeth and slowly turned around. He took out some women's clothes from the wardrobe and silently walked into the bathroom.

"It tastes good."

Teacher Isabelle chuckled. She picked up another piece of pastry and put it in her mouth. She began to eat it in small bites.

As she ate, she finished all the pastry in the box. She licked her fingers as if she hadn't had enough. However, her attention was soon diverted.

Da Xiu had walked out again … as Daphne, he appeared in front of her.





Mr. President booked the floor of the Franci Hotel.

In the dim room, even though there was a layer of gauze between them, one could still see a graceful back view. She was sitting on President Balam's lap, heaving up and down violently.

The President casually reached out his hand and grabbed a handful of red and white capsules from the box beside him. He stuffed them into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed them.

"Don't you know who he is?"

Amidst the women's cries, the president's voice suddenly sounded. At this moment, on the other side of the curtain, the man in sunglasses shook his head. "He's a resident of Freedom City. We don't have the right to access his destiny."

"What do you think we should do?" Mr. President's voice began to sound dull.

"I suggest we keep him for now. There must be a way to open his destiny." The man in sunglasses thought for a moment and said, "Or we can 'take' him in. This is the simplest and safest way."

However, Mr. President said, "Do you think he came alone, or was there someone else behind him who ordered him to come?"

"This …" The man in sunglasses hesitated for a moment. "I don't think anyone knows."

"Didn't Mr. Rondo come to the Dawn City before?" Mr. President's voice began to sound hurried.

Soon, Mr. President heaved a sigh of relief.

At the same time, the graceful figure had already collapsed at his feet, breathing absentmindedly. These two fellows had been playing games on the chairs all this time.

"He is not an angel. He is just an ordinary person, sir," the man in sunglasses said after thinking for a moment.

"We are also ordinary people, aren't we?" Mr. President stood up, but casually grabbed a handful of pills from the box and put them into his mouth. "Ordinary people shouldn't be on par with God."

"Then this intruder …"

"Use the Holy Water," Mr. President said casually.

The man in sunglasses said, "Isn't it too wasteful? If you give me more time, I can take care of it. "

Mr. President said calmly, "In my opinion, there is no such thing as wasteful. There is only the difference between useful and useless. Do you know that if a precious thing is left unused, it's useless? "

"I understand." The man in sunglasses nodded.

Mr. President said, "Let's end tonight's entertainment program here. Send Miss Yu Liya back to rest. She has to participate in the second round of the competition tomorrow. She can't be in bad condition."

After that, the president of the [City of Dawn] walked out from behind the curtain and headed to the shower.

Although he was a man who looked quite old, the President's physique was extremely robust … His steel-like muscles even made the man in sunglasses feel ashamed of his inferiority.

The man in sunglasses looked at the president's back silently. He looked at the huge coiled snake tattoo on the president's back. After a moment of silence, he looked away.

The sound of water splashing was heard in the shower. The man in sunglasses said calmly, "Miss Yu Liya, are you done?"

The woman was dressed neatly. She slowly opened the curtain and walked out with a submissive look on her face.

'What a stunningly beautiful woman.'

The man in sunglasses thought to himself. However, he didn't look at her.

The president didn't like people thinking about his things. He really didn't like it.





The sound of something being knocked over woke Sister Celine up.

Miss Nun, who had dozed off halfway through, opened her eyes at this moment and saw that the heavily injured person had already fallen to the ground.

The cup was knocked over, and the water was all over the floor.

"You're awake, sir!" Sister Celine quickly helped the heavily injured man up. "Do you want to drink water? Wait, I'll get you another cup. "

"Where … where is this place …" The heavily injured man uttered in a hoarse voice.

Sister Celine poured him a cup of water. The heavily injured man didn't care about anything else and quickly drank it.

"Are you feeling better?" Sister Celine asked with concern. At the same time, she replied, "This is a welfare home. Before you fainted, you fell in front of our door. Do you remember, sir?"

"I think … I remember now …" The heavily injured man nodded slowly, "Thank you … Sister."

"Who are you?" Sister Celine quickly asked, "Why are you so badly burned? Why don't you go to the hospital? We can't treat your wound well here. It will definitely be inflamed. That will be troublesome. "

"I can't go …" The heavily injured man shook his head with difficulty, "I'll be discovered … Then, I'll, I'll …"

Sister Celine hesitated, "Those people who chased you?"

The heavily injured man nodded. It was just a simple movement, but it made his face twitch in pain. Sister Celine had never seen such a terrible burn before, but this person was able to endure it. His willpower was truly astonishing!

"Who … who are you?" Sister Celine asked nervously.

"I … I'm not a bad person … I won't hurt … hurt you … Don't worry …" The heavily injured man said slowly, "Besides, with my current state, I can't hurt anyone."

Sister Celine's expression softened a little, "But with your current condition, I can't guarantee that I'll send you to the hospital for your safety, sir."

"No … Please don't." The heavily injured man looked at Sister Celine pleadingly, "But … I can go to a place … Please send me to a place."

"Where is it?"

The heavily injured man said, "Mr. … Calvin's … home."

"Mr. Calvin?" Sister Celine was stunned and asked subconsciously, "There are many people named Calvin. Who is this Calvin you're talking about?"

"He … is a … a famous … scholar," The heavily injured man said weakly, "You're from Freedom City. You should know."

I know!

Sister Selion instantly knew who the person was. The person named Calvin was a famous scholar. The only thing she could think of was the great scholar that even the [Saints] treated with respect in [Freedom City]!

Not only that, this Scholar Calvin was also an honorary professor in Freedom City Academy.

Also, Sister Celine heard from Mr. Assaches that Scholar Calvin was his former teacher.

"Hurry … hurry and send me back … too late … too late …"

"Huh? Sir, don't pass out! "

How could she carry a grown man to that great scholar's home in the middle of the night … Taxi fares are expensive!

I can't go to work tonight!

"Mr. Assaches, why aren't you back yet? Did you sneak into the fish pond to fish in the middle of the night?! "





The moment Mr. Assaches regained consciousness, he rubbed the back of his head that was hurting from the fall … He felt that his head might have been injured as well.

He tried to stand up and look around. However, he suddenly saw a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at him.

Mr. Assaches gasped — not only because of the bloodshot eyes, but also because of the appearance of the owner of the eyes.

This was a guy who was wrapped in bandages from head to toe like a mummy … Moreover, even though he was wrapped in bandages, blood could be seen seeping through many parts of his body.

This guy was also burned?

Mr. Arthashis thought instinctively. Even though there were many possibilities for the bandages, he still subconsciously thought of the burn wounds because before he came here, he … Sister Selyn had picked one up at the entrance of the orphanage.

However, he didn't know why this guy was handcuffed to the chair.

"Bro, were you also caught by them?" Mr. Assaches quickly walked in front of the guy who was wrapped in bandages.

But just as he approached, the man in front of him, who was wrapped in gauze, suddenly struggled agitatedly. With an aggressive stance, he charged at Ashais. But he was restrained by handcuffs and shackles, and could only shake the chair continuously.

At this moment, the door of the room opened with a click.

A man wearing sunglasses walked in directly … Seeing this, Mr. Assaches quickly picked up a handicraft placed on the side of the cabinet and lifted it up!

However, this handicraft didn't seem to be aggressive, so Mr. Assaches quickly put it down. Then, he picked up something more aggressive — an ashtray.

"Don't come over! I'm very accurate at hitting people! "

The man in sunglasses didn't say a word. He just casually took out a black pistol … and loaded it.

Mr. Assaches showed a bright smile and slowly put the ashtray back to its original place. Finally, he wiped it clean with his sleeve …

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PS1: (1/1)

PS2: Actually, it's that man who is cute.

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