Chapter 110 Should I call the police if I was molested?

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Listening to Kefla's words, Gwen's eyes dimmed.

Since she was a child, Gwen has been regulated by the laws of the Knights of Justice to regulate her own behavior. She has a heart for justice and has been constantly learning the skills of the Knights to strengthen herself.

But her father was different.

Angus Derling.

He is an absolute profitist and regards his children as tools for his own benefit.

Precisely because Gwen as a child was too upright to bring him any benefits, Angus Delin sent Gwen to the Knights early to learn combat skills, and never had anything to do with him again.

This caused Gwen to have almost no childhood, and she stood out from the endless grind of fighting and killing since she was a child.

As for Gwen and Victor’s engagement?

After Victor's father died, the engagement seemed to have become a joke.

The Craveners seemed to have completely forgotten about this matter. After all, the person who made the decision was Victor.

As the head of the family, Victor doesn't want to fulfill this engagement, so he can naturally choose to ignore it.

And what's even more ridiculous is.

Because Victor became the head of the Cravenna family, and Victor's wasted behavior for nearly nine years, Gwen's father believed that Victor could not bring benefits to the Delin family.

This engagement became a transparent existence on Gwen.

Only some people in the nobility knew that there was an engagement relationship between her and Victor.

Until now.

In a daze, Gwen saw Kefla stretch out a hand and wave it in front of her.

"Gwen? Little Gwen?"

Gwen's eyes gradually focused, looking at Kefla's fingers, she lowered her head:

"Sorry, I lost my mind."

Kefla held her forehead and sighed. She knew how much her sister hated those people in the family.

But even as the eldest sister, she couldn't make the decision in this matter.

"So, do you want to go back?"

Gwen lowered his head, clenched his fists, and did not make any answer.



"North?"

Victor was sitting at the desk, one leg crossed over the other, leaning against the back of the leather seat, fiddling with a novel gadget in his hand.

They were two iron plaques. Liya frowned as she watched Victor carve weird and exquisite runes on them with concentration.

When she looked again, the lines on the iron plate had disappeared.

After so many years, Liya has long been disinterested in things like magic.

So she didn't say anything, just shrugged and patted the envelope on the desk in front of Victor.

"Uncle Angus said this, do you want to go and see you? If you don't go, I will refuse for you."

Early this morning, Victor's mansion received a letter from the Delin family from the northern border of the empire.

The content in the envelope was clear and concise, and it was intended to invite Victor to visit the Delin family.

His "Uncle Angus" had something to say to him.

Victor put down the iron plate in his hand, propped his elbows on the armrests of the chair, and held his head to think.

Does he have time now?

A lot of time.

After the lectures, the college closed for the holidays and he had a long vacation.

But his identity as a professor should be unknown to few people outside the capital.

It wasn't until yesterday's lecture topic was a success that his reputation as a professor spread.

But it was only one night.

"It seems that this uncle cares about me."

It's normal if you think about it carefully. After all, he became a professor because of Gwen's help.

Maybe the other party has invited our own forces.

But the other party happened to take advantage of his vacation time to invite him. It was difficult not to make people feel that it was premeditated.

So, Victor’s answer is…

"Go, why not go?"

He slowly opened his eyes and answered calmly.

Liya was surprised. She didn't expect that Victor would agree to participate in such a cumbersome invitation.

She once thought that her coming to deliver the message was just a symbolic gesture.

"Gwen will go back too."

"Hey, you know all this?"

Liya raised her eyebrows. The uncle had indeed informed Gwen.

She might be ready to go home at this point.

"Inform her and I will go back with her."

"What?"

Liya couldn't believe Victor's request.

What's going on with her brother recently? Is he enlightened?

Although she was a little confused, she turned around and left, obediently doing as she was told.

After Liya left, Vega opened his hazy one eye.

"What do you mean, are you going out to play?"

This crow seemed to regard this as a trip.

But for Victor, this is indeed a risk-free trip.

"Angus Delin wants to invite me to Northern Xinjiang, and he also wants to call Gwen back in advance."

"Obviously, he might be trying to do something with my engagement to Gwen."

Vega glanced at Victor in surprise.

"How can you be so sure?"

Victor pointed at its head and smiled lightly.

“If you don’t use your brain, you can donate it to those in need.”

Vega felt very angry because he heard the other person scolding him for being stupid.

"Why should I use my brain? I'm just a crow."

"No problem, I respect you."

Victor picked up the two iron plaques again, engraved magic power on them, and explained lightly:

"My relationship with Gwen has always been that of a 'married couple' in everyone's eyes."

"This is the only motive for this uncle."

He called Gwen back in advance, perhaps because he wanted to say something to Gwen in advance.

Then he might as well go there together with Gwen, and the soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth.

Victor loved doing this.

Finally, something seemed to be carved on the two iron plaques.

Two original powers seem to be poured into the card, and the two colors represent the power of one 'fire' and one 'wood'.

A portrait of the 'Joker' is also engraved on the back of the iron plate.

There is another line of writing engraved on the side.

'iOker'

Vega widened his eyes curiously and tilted his head to look at the two cards.

"Are you serious?"

"Did you really make two big and small kings? But what's going on with this portrait? You drew two clowns?"

"No."

Victor tapped the table with his fingers, and the two cards stood upright.

There seemed to be a flowing shimmer of light on the front of the card, vaguely visible, as if the two clowns were alive and staring at the outside world.

A slight amount of energy is emitted outwards, but it can still make people feel that it is a very powerful aura.

With a smile in his eyes, Victor looked at the two masterpieces with satisfaction.

"It's the ace."

The card was instantly taken back to Victor's waist, and the energy dissipated into the air, leaving no trace.

Victor stood up, patted Vega, and said lightly:

"Let's go see Hernie."

"I have something to ask her about."

Vega flapped her wings and stood firmly on Victor's shoulders, and quietly left the study with Victor.

During this time Hernie enjoyed spending time in the garden.

After receiving the servant's confirmation, Victor walked towards the garden.

As soon as he entered the garden, he saw the scene in front of him:

Kokot and Hernie were mingling in the flower garden, and Kokot was lying on the clouds.

Kokot slowly constructed a formation in the air, explaining to Heni beside him:

"Here, runes can be inserted, which will cause the wood element magic to tremble, making it more flexible."

"What about here?"

Hernie pointed to an empty spot in the formation in the air.

"If the runes are linked here, wouldn't it be better to build a new pattern between the runes and the Kaia runes?"

"No, no, this will make the tremors of the magic irregular, and it will become unstable if it is too flexible. So what do you think will happen?"

"explode."

"Yep."

As a second-level mage, Heni can now study and use more profound and complex magic.

The two seemed to be chatting animatedly about magic.

After all, Kokot is an old mage who has lived for who knows how long. As a former member of parliament, she can definitely be called a 'master' in terms of knowledge.

Kokot, who was teaching with his eyes closed, suddenly felt that the sunlight in front of him had dimmed a lot.

As if she sensed some crisis, she opened her eyes suddenly.

Victor's face appeared before her eyes.

She suddenly became extremely alert, and the clouds beneath her quickly drifted back a few points.

"Wei...Victor, what are you doing here?"

"I'll tell you in advance, I'm on vacation now, you don't want me to continue working!"

Without waiting for Victor to say another word, Kokot quickly kicked the clouds under him, and the clouds turned into a sad face and quickly carried Kokot away.

The moment she saw Victor, Henie, who was so surprised, ran towards Victor regardless of the fact that Kokot hadn't gone far yet.

"professor!"

So Victor rubbed Henie's head.

A warm current rose from Heni's heart, and Heni was satisfied.

Although she has become a second-level mage and the experience points contributed by touching her head every day like this are not too much, Victor will still do it if he can.

After touching his head, Victor said calmly.

"I'll be away for a while these days."

"During this period, things at home require your more attention."

He definitely couldn't count on the abandoned house elf. Even a tethered dog could look after the house better than Kokot.

So I still have to let Hernie help.

Heni was stunned. She wanted to say that Miss Liya was here, but when her words came to her lips, she changed to:

"Where are you going?"

"Northern Frontier of the Empire."

Victor replied calmly.

"Liya has territory business to do, so she can't always deal with matters in the capital."

"If you have any difficulties, just go to that elf. She will not be lazy in the face of big rights and wrongs."

Heni didn't know what to say and felt a little disappointed, but she still nodded.

"oh."

Will it take a long time to see the professor?

"By the way, give me Lightton."

Hernie nodded. She never asked for any reason for the professor's request.

A ball of red slowly gathered from Heni's body, and a small crocodile lay on Heni's shoulder.

It yawned lazily.

"What are we eating today?"

As soon as it asked this question, it suddenly trembled when it saw Victor who was as cold as an iceberg in front of it.

"Big...brother!"

"Don't get excited, Lightton."

Victor stared at it, stretched out his hand, and took Lightton into his hands.

The small crocodile could not move in his hand, and it could only hear one sentence.

"I'll go get you something better to eat."

After saying these words, Lightton's consciousness fell back into darkness and was imprisoned again.

After doing all this, Victor turned around and was about to leave, but saw that Henie in front of him was a little nervous.

"What's the matter, Hernie?"

The people under his command were in a bad state, so he naturally had to pay more attention to them.

Heni just glanced at him furtively, as if she was a little timid, and said in a very soft voice.

"Can you get closer?"

Victor didn't quite understand, but he still tried his best to meet Hernie's request.

"so?"

He was almost in front of Heni. At this distance, he could hug her as long as he stretched out his hand.

Victor may know what Hernie wants.

Probably a hug, she liked it after all.

But Heni didn't do that. She just plucked up her courage slightly, looked up at Victor, and continued:

"Can you lower your head a little bit?"

"I want to say something to you."

He must be too shy to say some things.

Victor did as he was told, bending down as far as he could.

Even so, Heni still had to stand on tiptoes before she could put her mouth to Victor's ear.

And she did.

She stood on tiptoes hard, trying to whisper something to Victor.

Before Victor could react, he was like a delicate bird pecking at a spot on the tree.

When he came back to his senses, there was already a trace of moisture on his cheeks.

He was startled slightly and looked forward.

Among the green leaves, a shy girl stood tall and graceful. Her face was blushing and she was smiling slightly.

"professor."

"I like you."

The wind blew past her ears, and the girl left in panic.

Only the softness that once remained on his face remained.

It's cleaner than the wind.