The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

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Chapter 22: The Dove Occupies the Magpie's Nest

Harold had no memory of taking any notes at all.

Who would write down their revenge plan in a notebook?

This is clearly evidence fabricated by Alvis.

The purpose was to cover up the truth he saw in Harold's memory.

But even if Faluo noticed that something was wrong with them, he could do nothing about it.

A team of tall and strong guards didn't give him any chance and just carried him away.

It was so efficient that not even a trace of blood was left on the floor.

The faint smell of blood in the air was also completely eliminated by the guards using an air purification spell.

It's as if nothing happened here.

Only after they walked away did the students come out of the classroom.

This group of young wizards stared with wide eyes and looked around curiously.

There was clear stupidity in his eyes, and he had no idea what a terrible disaster he had escaped.

Faro looked coldly at the backs of Alvis and the French guards as they walked away.

To put it nicely, we need to clean up the scene as soon as possible to prevent students from having any psychological trauma after seeing it.

To put it bluntly, it means to quickly destroy the body and cover up all traces.

This scene doesn't look like it was put together at the last minute.

It seemed that they had expected this day to come for Harold.

If we imagine it more boldly, this kind of thing is likely to have happened more than once.

Farlow couldn't help but have some conspiracy theories.

A quick review of Harold's memory.

He appears to have been at a charity ball organised by Parliament a month earlier.

I came into close contact with a congressman named Kleist, who didn't seem very friendly either.

Since then he has been in a state of extreme anxiety.

And as time went on, this feeling became more serious.

Until it broke out today.

This symptom seemed like he was contaminated, but there was indeed no mysterious aura in his body.

And why, in his eyes, there were marks on Vera and Celia's heads.

Let’s not talk about who the voice in his head is.

In short, his current state is closely related to the congressman named Kleist.

Putting all the weapons into the ring, Faro rubbed his temple in distress.

Too many doubts trouble my mind.

How come I encounter such trouble just after coming to school?

The normal reaction of a person is that this matter has nothing to do with him or her, so it is better not to get involved.

But his memories were clearly directed at Vera.

Farlow had to be careful.

"Vera, are you hurt?"

He put away his weapon, walked up to Vera, and reached out to help her straighten her blindfold.

"Um.....No, luckily you got here just in time."

Faro was still a little worried, so he checked it again carefully.

"Don't look, I'm not hurt."

Although she said so, Vera still obediently opened her arms and cooperated with Faro's examination.

After making sure there were no other wounds on his body, Faro breathed a sigh of relief.

The two had a master-servant relationship, and things like this were very common.

I don't know how many times I did this in Einburg.

But this kind of intimate action has another meaning in Celia's eyes.

Faro's demeanor was so natural that she couldn't help but think in that direction.

Could it be that Vera was also having an affair with Farlow?

The feelings of the former owner made Celie feel like someone else had taken over her.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his brows turned a little colder.

And then she suddenly remembered that she, Celie, was no longer Faro's fiancée.

Oh....By the way, I have nothing to do with Faro anymore...

It was as if a basin of cold water was poured on him, and a gloomy look appeared in the corners of his eyes.

The joy and relief of being rescued were also dispersed.

Faro deliberately ignored Celia's situation.

Since the day he killed the first alien demon, he no longer wanted to have anything to do with Celil.

Just give her to Fantine, or whoever wants her can have her. I don't want to take this job anyway.

"Um....thank you, Faro."

Celia stood across from the two of them and spoke weakly.

"Thank you for saving me again. In return, I..."

"Yeah, it's okay, you're welcome."

Farrow waved Celie off.

Then he took Vera and turned to leave.

Things have already come to this, how can you still feel safe letting Vera go to class again?

And you don’t have to attend the classes you have learned. You are free to choose whether to listen or not.

In two days, when school enrollment officially ends, each school district will arrange courses by class, and full attendance will be required at that time.

Celia wanted to reach out to stop them, but she didn't know how far they had walked.

Farlow seemed to avoid her.

Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend, just let it go.

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Sulfur shines with tin.

Inside the Tower of Thousand Stars.

Elliot glanced around angrily at the congressmen sitting around him.

"Senator Elliot, let me say this again, this is the final ultimatum."

"Please stop selling the spiritual materials you have at low prices. Either stop selling them immediately or buy them at normal market prices."

Elliot glared defiantly at the person who had spoken.

The one who spoke was called Kleist.

"Senator Kleist, let me say this one last time."

"The purpose of the Arcane Ring is to allow mages to advance more easily, not to monopolize their path to advancement!"

"I just sold the materials at the original normal price, why is it not allowed?"

Kleist also greeted him with anger.

"You are disrupting the normal order!"

"The primary purpose of the parliament is to stabilize order in today's Austrian legal environment."

The congressman gritted his teeth.

"Don't think you can break the rules just because you are the great-grandson of Grand Chancellor Milgrom."

"I tell you, it's impossible!"

"Is there anything wrong with what I do for all the mages in the world?"

Elliot said fiercely.

"You old guys, you have all taken seats as councillors, but you are still trying to figure out how to get some money from low-level mages."

"How can I handle politics with a bunch of bugs like you?"

"you!"

A vein popped out on Kleist's forehead.

The brutal bloodthirsty desire roared in his body, and the bright red color surged in his vision once again.

He controlled his emotions with difficulty, took out a bottle of potion from his sleeve, and drank it.

The high concentration of sedative potion took effect immediately and suppressed the rage.

He turned his head to look at the other congressmen and found that they were also nodding at him.

So, Kleist frowned in distress and waved his hand:

"Then let's decide in the traditional way."

"Vote."

Elliot's expression changed.

These old guys have colluded with each other and will definitely oppose me.

He alone sold spiritual materials at the original normal price, which would inevitably lead to no one being interested in the high-priced materials of other councillors.

Taking away someone's wealth is like killing their parents.

Elliot certainly knew that.

As expected, all the members of the Ring of Arcane present voted against him.

Fuck tradition!

Elliot's face grew angrier.

He stood up and left the seat angrily, heading towards the exit of the council meeting.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he seemed to have thought of something.

He then turned around and gave the middle finger to all the members of parliament.

"I hope that when your mother is in danger, she can drink the potion that is ten times more expensive."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot."

"You have no mother."

ps: There should be two more chapters today, to make up for yesterday's

ps: What a damn hot weather!

Chapter 23: Wolves

After Elliot left, the congressmen all looked unhappy.