About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"As long as you have enough ability, that's all that matters. For me, preserving my business, my industry, and my family is the only thing that matters. Everything else doesn't matter."

After answering, Rostov left the two of them, probably to think about his next strategy.

The conversation didn't contain much, but Orson got to know the other party a little. The head of the Rostov family was a typical capitalist, but as Koschei said, it was not impossible to talk to him.

So, one last question…

"Ms. Natalia, do you have any impression of the two identical guards around Duke Baikal?"

"They are a vassal family of the Baikal family. They are twins and will probably inherit the family's mantle in a few years."

"So we can't get rid of it? Then let's try another method..."

"Eh?"

For a moment, Zaolu heard Orson seem to be muttering something very dangerous, but the next second the young man showed a harmless smile again.

"It's nothing, Miss Natalia. Besides that, could I take an hour off this morning?"

Orson asked Zaolu for leave, and Zaolu thought that Orson was going to treat his wound, so she agreed and told him to "take care of it well".

"Well, I'll take care of it."

"...?"

Although she was somewhat curious about what Orson was going to deal with, Zaolu did not take it to heart - until a few days later, when she saw a news item in the newspaper that said two heirs of a vassal family of the Baikal family had simultaneously lost their memories. The symptoms had lasted for a while, and the preliminary diagnosis was that they had drunk fake vodka. It seemed that there was no possibility of recovering their memories.

Hitting me is fine, but you dare to touch Sister Zaozi? You're going to die.

The suspect, Orson, said he knew nothing about it and that it had nothing to do with soul tuning or staccato. He said it was simply fake alcohol that was causing harm.

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33. Actually…I haven’t been to school either.

After secretly finding an opportunity to turn the two bullying guards into idiots when no one was paying attention, Orson returned to the mansion and happened to meet Zaolu who was wearing school uniform and carrying a schoolbag and preparing to go out.

"Ms. Natalia, are you getting ready to go out?"

Orson frowned and asked the other party, and Zaolu nodded to indicate that Orson's guess was correct.

"Uh, you were being chased on the road yesterday, and this morning you were blatantly threatened by Duke Baikal—am I remember correctly?"

Facing Orson's questioning, Zaolu sighed.

"Of course I remember, but even so, I'm still the president of the student union, and a president can't take leave without a valid reason. Furthermore, if I refuse to interact with the outsiders and marginalize my daily life because of their assassination, that would be completely putting the cart before the horse."

Zaolu closed her eyes slightly and explained quietly.

"I'm not just Natalia, I'm the heir to the Rostov family. My every word and action represents the family's honor. If I choose to escape and give up, it will only show others that the Rostov family has shown weakness. This will cause the Rostov family's influence to decline, and will only fulfill Duke Baikal's wish."

Although Zaolu's words were serious, they didn't seem that way to Orson. He could clearly sense that Zaolu's melody was like a rigid, stereotyped piece deliberately played for the sake of others' praise and admiration, and there were even some wrong notes in it.

Sometimes, because of his overly mature appearance, Orson would overlook one fact: the other person was actually a girl who was younger than him and had just entered high school.

"I have no right to dissuade you from your decision, Miss Natalia, but your satchel is not buckled, and the ribbons and headdress around your shoulders are not tied."

Orson pointed out the details that Zaolu had failed to take care of in her panic, and the young Rostov heir touched his hair accessories and ribbons and sighed.

"Then please tie it for me, Orson."

"Am I okay?"

"Sometimes a guard can also act as a servant."

Zaolu showed her back to Orson and motioned him to help her tie the ribbon and headdress.

"I understand."

Orson responded with a frown. Zaolu's response just now seemed to be fine at first glance, but it made Orson understand one thing.

Zaolu is indeed a "noble lady". At least she has not experienced the Peterheim incident yet, and she still has the honor and pride of her family and her "noble status".

Although Zaolu has a kind heart and is able to stand up for Orson, a stranger, she will also naturally reveal a "superior" attitude towards ordinary people.

Orsen did not intend to blame the other party. After all, there was nothing he could do about it. This was the education and environment Zaolu had always received.

Zaolu didn't mind Orsen touching her and invited him into her room, essentially because she didn't regard Orsen as an "equal being".

For example, Talulah and Froststar would never let Orson help them with their hair. If they had insisted on doing that, they would probably be dead by now... or burned out.

"Okay, so Ms. Natalia, are you sure you want to go to campus?"

While thinking, Orson had already finished tidying up Zaolu's hair. The noble lady's hair was smoother than Orson had originally expected. It felt cool and even silky to the touch.

It was also because he was obsessed with petting the polar bear that Orson did not notice that after Zaolu asked Orson for help, a blush appeared on her cheeks for a moment.

"Well, I've already stated the reasons. This is my decision and my way of resisting."

It seemed that Zaolu had made up her mind, and as a bystander and a worker, Orson couldn't say anything.

"Wait, Natasha!"

Before Zaolu left the room, her father came running back panting, looking like he had just finished a meeting.

"The housekeeper told me you were going to school?"

"Yes, Father."

"No, this is too risky! That bastard Baikal has already started blatantly hiring assassins. Our security forces are insufficient right now. We can't let you take this risk!"

The head of the Rostov family spoke in an anxious tone. Considering what the security guards had said before, it was estimated that this new nobleman did not have an organized private force before. Now facing the old nobleman's unethical and ruthless hands, he would be extremely passive for a while.

"There are many children of nobles in the school. Even Duke Baikal wouldn't choose to take action there. I'll ask for increased security on the way, and that will be fine, Father. And after the massive assassination attempt yesterday, I don't think Duke Baikal will take any other action for the time being."

After hearing the serious explanation given by Zao Lu, the head of the Rostov family frowned slightly, as if to indicate that there was some truth in it.

"No... If it were anyone else, it would be fine, but that's W! His combat power might only be 60 points, but if you add in blasting, ambushes, stealth, howitzers, devilish laughter, fanning the flames, and cockroach touch, it's no less than a 1000-point W!"

Orson's face was serious. He knew full well what a wicked personality W, the man who was pushing Theresa solo, had. If it were W, he could easily blow the entire school up.

After all, that’s…W!

"W?"

Rostov and Zaolu were a little curious.

"Well, I know that Sarkaz mercenary. She's my old... ahem. She's a very dangerous person, hiding a carefully planned trap behind a crazy appearance."

"So the school isn't safe either..."

Rostov frowned in thought, then fixed his gaze on Orson.

"—By the way, how old are you, Olige?"

"It's Orson... and my age?"

Orson hesitated for a moment. He was 17 when he first arrived in this world. Now, two years later, he was already 19 years old.

"19 Bar"

"Huh? You're already 19? I thought you were only 1516 or ."

Rostov looked surprised, while Orson was complaining in his heart why you dared to hire guys who were only 15,16 or years old.

But when I think about the fact that the leader of Rhodes Island next door is still a 14-year-old girl, and she has a bunch of operators in the early double digits under her, I feel relieved.

"Anyway, since you look so young, Otto, you're 16 now, the same age as Natasha, just starting high school."

Rostov pointed at Orson with an attitude of "I've already made up my mind."

"?"

Orson tilted his head, wondering what this new noble was thinking.

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Inside the Integration Movement Command Room:

"Orson! Tell me something... Is that Mr. Isaac? Is there something going on with Orson?"

"An emergency has prevented us from contacting you? Wait... huh? Uh, I understand. Please be safe, too. Okay."

Tallulah put down the receiver of the intercom and turned to look at Frost Star Alina behind her.

"Orson went to school."

"...?"

The three of them looked at each other.

34. First meeting with the Bear Group

Peterheim Middle School——

This is one of the most famous schools in Che City. Its characteristic is that both noble students and ordinary civilian students are on the same campus.

Although the children of nobles usually have their own exclusive floors and some facilities also have independent space equipment for them, overall, this is a campus that accommodates both nobles and commoners.

For the commoners, the slogans of "being able to interact with the nobility" and "enjoying the same educational resources as the nobility" were powerful selling points. Although everyone expressed dissatisfaction with the noble class in Qie City, they all had the desire to associate with the nobility to some extent.

For those aristocrats, "learning to interact with the common people in society early and understanding how society works more quickly" is their selling point.

Because of such a brilliant marketing model, Peterheim Middle School quickly became the most famous college in Che City.

"Good morning, President."

"Good morning, Rika-san."

"Good morning, Natalia!"

"You look very energetic today, classmate Ye Li."

On the fourth floor of Peterheim, a floor reserved for children of the nobility, Zaolu was walking in the corridor, smiling and responding to the students who greeted her.

"The student council president looked flawless today, worthy of being the heir to Rostov!" "Of course, Natalia is going to be the leader of Che City in the future!"

"Hahaha, I'm just like everyone else, a student who has just entered the next stage. Everyone, please stop making trouble."

Zaolu responded with a smile, and none of the aristocratic, rich second-generations who gathered around her noticed the trembling hidden in Zaolu's tone.

Despite all the nice words, Zaolu still felt scared. She had to pretend that nothing had happened. Only in this way could she consolidate the support of those around her who were attached to the Rostov family.

——But, Orson is here now, right? He is where he can come to me.

When Zaolu thought that she was not alone and that there was also a "knight" on campus, she became a little less panicked.

As for the knight Zaolu mentioned, he was currently in a classroom on the floor below her.

"Um, my name is Alan, I'm 16 years old. My hobbies are pulling rabbit tails and taking saunas. Due to family changes, I'll be studying with you all for the next while. Please give me your guidance."

Orson stood beside the podium, stammering and giving a fake self-introduction in front of more than 30 bears.

I remember the last time I introduced myself was 4,5 or years ago.

...No, it seemed like it was only a year and a half ago? Tallulah had tied him to a pillar and asked him who he was and why he called her his wife.

It's so embarrassing, I suggest throwing it in the trash.

After finishing his nonsense, Orson was assigned to the empty seat in the last row of the classroom.

——Can I also apply for a business trip allowance...?

Orson grumbled quietly in his mind.

After being asked about his age by the head of the Rostov family, Orson was half-tricked and half-forced into attending the same school as Zaolu, namely Peterheim Middle School.

"I'm almost 20, isn't this inappropriate..."

"Don't worry, no one can tell."

Zaolu's father did not give Orson much opportunity to refute or question. After he made a few phone calls, Orson's identity immediately changed from "senior security guard of Rostov Enterprise" to "active freshman of Peterheim Middle School."

If we consider "vagrants" as the starting point, this is a wrong evolution.

Because it would be too conspicuous to suddenly have a transfer student in the aristocratic class, and the subsequent handling would be extremely troublesome, Orson was eventually thrown into Peterheim's ordinary grade as a 16-year-old freshman.

I don’t know if it’s because everyone in the Terra world looks young, but Orson came here at the age of 17, but his appearance and height haven’t changed at all in two years. Compared with the people around him, he seems even younger.