As the saying goes, if you don't slap someone in the face, you'll be able to see each other more easily in the future; if you don't expose your shortcomings when you scold someone, you'll leave a ray of grace in front of others.
But 'Half Face', or little John Neville, obviously didn't care about this kind of convention. In front of Andrew Taylor, he mentioned carelessly that in a practical class not long ago, the young master of the Taylor family
His actions of avoiding the Cullen family's provocation and showing off his avoidance card immediately made the atmosphere in the entire lounge become awkward.
In the Alpha Academy, especially among the children of aristocratic families, 'honor' has always had a very delicate status. Two strange wizards can cherish each other and become close friends because of their shared 'honor', or they can fight over a little 'face'.
Lifelong hostility.
Therefore, most Alpha wizards will be very cautious when meeting them for the first time.
Be careful with every word you speak, every word, every sentence, every movement you make carefully, and even every look in your eyes - after all, no one wants to cause any trouble for no reason.
Therefore, when Neville was sarcastic and sarcastic in front of everyone, the first reaction of many people in this room was not to fight back, but to carefully reflect on themselves to see if they had done anything wrong.
In the eyes of some uninformed people, this kind of cautious reaction is often described as "invisible", or with complimentary words such as "the demeanor of a noble family" or "the temperament of a great witch". Of course, in other colleges of First University
In the eyes, this is naturally another evidence of the Alpha 'hypocrites'.
Although Andrew Taylor has not been at the Alpha Academy for a long time, with his similar family background, he has easily become familiar with the way the ‘Alphas’ deal with others.
So the young werewolf didn't do anything drastic after his face turned red, but he just looked a little dazed - the phrase "hot face against cold butt" can very vividly describe his current mood.
He was a little confused as to why the senior cadre of the Blood Club in front of him expressed dissatisfaction with him.
He didn't understand, and Neville naturally had no obligation to explain it to him.
For Neville, he had too many reasons to be dissatisfied.
The 'gambling' business that was originally exclusive to the blood club was forced to give up a lot of shares due to the sudden emergence of the owner of this room, and lost a lot of profits; even the new channels he worked so hard to open up were also picked up halfway.
This made him feel like he was gradually becoming 'useless'.
This is completely intolerable.
Neville will never forget that when he was seven years old, his sister, who was only three years old but was found to have no magical talent at all, was put in a basket by the housekeeper and taken out of the house, never to come back again.
The only explanation the elders in the clan could give for this was 'she is useless'.
Little Neville still remembers very clearly that before going out, his sister grabbed his finger and kept shouting "candy, candy", while he was reluctant to part with the "panda toffee" in his hand.
So ever since the owner of this room forced him to hand over many interests, he has always had a strong sense of crisis. He was afraid that he would be thrown out in a basket, or that the toffee in his hand would be taken away.
And now, these guys actually want to be the dealer and control the market to some extent!
This annoyed him more and more.
As a traditional businessman, John Neville Jr. has always believed that no quality is more important than honesty. Especially in the 'gambling' business, every copper dropped by the guests is a reflection of their trust in him.
And now, he was about to destroy his credibility with his own hands - even if those guests didn't know it, in his heart, he was almost penniless.
A penniless businessman will naturally have the urge to break things.
Rather than saying that Neville was mocking the Taylor family's little werewolf, it would be better to say that he was using "beating the dog" to express some dissatisfaction with the owner of this house.
"Oh my, young people today are too impulsive." A hoarse and oily voice came from behind the door, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere in the room.
This came as a relief to many people.
Little John Neville turned around and as expected saw a familiar figure.
"Young man, you will naturally be more angry... Besides, we are not like you, we are just a shadow hanging on the wall." The wizard, who was wearing a hood even in the room, looked back at the photo frame hanging behind the door.
, mockingly said: "At least we still have a 'good heart'."
On the photo in the wooden frame behind the door, there is the shadow of a tall and lanky wizard - he is also an 'acquaintance' of Zheng Qing, the owner of the homeless bar on the pedestrian street of Beta Town, who is privately identified by the students as a gangster.
The Wizard's 'Wandering Wizard'.
"Conscience?" The wandering wizard said, "What a nostalgic word."
Perhaps the cramped space of the photo frame left him with less room to express himself. After raising his arms, the wandering wizard in the portrait finally gave up on pulling up the pointed brim of his hat.
"John is right... we all still have a good heart." Perhaps he finally noticed the unusual atmosphere in the room. The figure sitting on the main seat of the sofa finally turned his head and looked at the guests standing at the door.
Then he pushed the tea tray on the coffee table and recommended: "This is the 'Panda Milk Candy' just delivered by Wandering Bar. It tastes very pure... Do you want a piece?"
Little John Neville finally looked up.
Those blue-green eyes looked a little dim in the room.
His eyes were fixed on the plate of 'Panda Milk Candy', and finally disappeared into the shadow under the hood again.
"I thought I would see you after the hunting party, sir." Neville greeted the fat wizard sitting in the main seat with a very standard honorific.
The Fat Wizard is one of the twin stars of the Blood Friendship Association, the vice-president of the Alpha College Student Union, and the leader of the Cheung Kei Association.
"It's just a performance." Soprano's lips twisted with effort, and his voice sounded very low: "I'm not Lei Zhe or His Excellency Augustus... No one will notice that a certain hunting team ranked low.
Did the team send alternate members to participate in this hunt?"
"What a pity." Neville sighed exaggeratedly: "I just recommended the Cheung Kei Hunting Team to those young wizards..."
There was silence in the lounge for a while.
Everyone looked absently at the scene on the wasteland outside the window.
In the hunting ground, although the prey sika deer quickly passed through the intersecting defense lines of the two hunting teams, it did not cause the slightest ripple in the room.
"I heard that you didn't wear a mask when you went out to work today?" After a long while, Soprano finally spoke.
His eyes were still fixed on the hunting ground, his face was expressionless, and no one could read anything from the small, dark eyes on his fat face.
"It's such a big school, and my features are a bit too obvious... Since everyone will be familiar with it sooner or later, I won't bother with those troublesome things." He replied briskly with half a face, raising his head, revealing his pair of different colors.
s eyes.
Soprano finally looked away from the window.
He stared at half of his face.
It wasn't until the blue-green eyes looked away uneasily that the fat Alpha wizard said coldly: "Whether you can be recognized is a matter of probability... and whether to wear a mask or not is a matter of attitude."
"If you don't even have the attitude to cover up, then next time you are caught as a model by the school, don't blame others for standing by and watching."
This chapter has been completed!