It can be said that if Wayne had not been present at that time, the other students would never have been unscathed.
As a result, Clea resented her father's attempt to obscure Wayne's contribution.
"No...just because I know that many people will take the opportunity to come to express their gratitude, I have to keep a low profile." Elliot shook his head and looked at Wayne.
"I hope you will not be involved in the power struggle among the top leaders of the kingdom too early."
"Compared with temporary battles of temper, wouldn't it be more satisfying to spend more time with important people?"
Elliot said in a deep voice.
As a result, Wayne also fell silent.
He actually understood what Elliot meant.
As Song Li once pointed out, the main reason why the Duke took the initiative to shrink himself and even his family's influence was to prevent Chrissy from being in danger.
In a sense, the Wench family today lacks nothing. Even from a third-party perspective, the Wincher family can no longer get more from His Majesty the King.
It is more reassuring to appear indifferent to fame and fortune than to stand up and form cliques.
"——I understand. This time, thanks to everyone's concerted efforts, we were able to overcome the difficulties together." Wayne said.
At present, it is not appropriate for him to jump out and become a target too early.
So he didn't hesitate for long before making his decision.
"I will name a few people who have made outstanding contributions and ask for rewards for them; and emphasize the sacrifices of the guards and teachers."
Of course...if anyone is willing to subsidize himself a little money privately, he will definitely remember this kindness.
Wayne felt a little sad for no reason.
Behind the seemingly cool appearance, who can understand his own pain?
Seeing that he agreed immediately, Chris couldn't say anything to refute, so she could only pout and sulk alone.
On the contrary, his expression seemed much more aggrieved than that of Wayne at that time.
Finding that he quickly understood his intention, Elliot smiled with relief: "In short, you two must be careful and careful..."
As he spoke, Elliot raised his hand and gently drew a dotted line from the location of the capital of St. Lornes to the capital of the Stuart Kingdom.
"I always feel that some kind of [change] is slowly brewing."
…
"Get out of the way!"
The knights on tall horses roared loudly as they rampaged through the streets of the civilian area.
The strong young men held up the long leather whips in their hands and whipped them hard on the ground from time to time. They kept making "pop!" sounds like thunder, causing passers-by to scatter in fear, fearing that they would not be able to escape and be raped in their hands. The horse whip raised high ripped open the skin and flesh.
Following these people was a low-key carriage.
Looks like a very high standard team.
However, from the first glance, you can see that the car is traveling too fast and is bumpy as a result. It is not difficult to imagine that the people sitting in it must not feel very comfortable.
"Is that... a chamberlain? What happened?"
After these knights had gone away for a long time, the panicked people dared to gather on the streets again and discuss what had just happened.
In a shop on the street.
"Oh? It's a shame that the foreign prince didn't deserve to die..." After saying that, Norman Laird picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip.
"His death would do us no good."
Bulwer sat opposite him and sighed helplessly: "However, the attention of all the important people is now focused on tracking down these assassins. Therefore, you should be able to relax a little faster."
Norman snorted.
"To tell you the truth, I am quite interested in this 'star of hope among the common people'~ It would be great if I had the opportunity to get in touch with him."
"The star of hope among the common people?" Bulwer laughed and asked, "What kind of strange title is this?"
"Haven't you heard of it? That girl of light is very famous in the streets and alleys." Norman smacked his lips.
"If we can get her to join our rebel army..."
However, his sweet dream was broken by Bulwer just halfway through.
"I advise you not to have such unrealistic ideas." Bulwer said seriously, "She is a talent favored by the church, and Patriarch Willard has great expectations for her."
"If the church discovers your actions, I'm afraid they will send top magicians from the Holy See to come overnight and cut you into pieces."
"Tsk." Norman said unhappily, "I can't afford to offend anyone. I worry about this one and worry about that one. What big things can be accomplished?"
"If you want to try it, just go ahead and try it," Bulwer said expressionlessly.
But before Norman could show joy on his face, Bulwer caught his eye--
"Why don't you entrust all your family property to me now, before the disaster comes, so that I can fly away in advance."
The magic system in the Holy See is different from that of conventional academies. Many secret techniques are impossible to guard against, let alone the high-ranking people in the law enforcement tribunal.
As the commander-in-chief of the city guard responsible for the security of the royal capital, he had access to many confidential documents about the Holy See, intentionally or unintentionally.
However, in the end, the only conclusion that can be drawn is——
Never offend someone easily.
There are some things that you can maintain your fearless determination when you don't seek a thorough explanation, but once you understand more, your fear will increase day by day.
"...There's no need to be so heartless." Norman said speechlessly.
Perhaps he has been obsessed with expanding his team recently. When he saw someone on the road, he wanted to develop and develop. This time, he just happened to be in working mode.
"I'm just warning you not to make such an irreparable mistake." After saying that, Bulwer put a few scattered coins on the table and tapped the table lightly. "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
"Remember what I told you, don't act rashly."
After leaving these words, Bulwer first looked around, then turned up his collar and left quietly.
Norman sat alone and remained silent for a long time.
When the last bit of black tea was drunk, he whispered to himself: "Hey! Fate is really tricky."
The volume was barely audible, and it was unclear to whom he was speaking.
It's time to go back.
Thinking of this, Norman also stood up with his knees up, but his eyes inadvertently crossed the tip left by Bulwer...
Then he decisively took half of it.
People go and the chairs are empty.
After a while, the waiter came to clear the table and finally saw the pitiful change.
"Those two gentlemen who looked very impressive turned out to be poor people..."
The waiter, who was taught reality again, suddenly felt that his luck today was really bad.
