Kicking at the pebbles, Mo Hen slowly walked home, considering the songs to be sung for the Academy Festival and the dances to be performed by other officials. Yes, after everyone's voting, the Tennis Department decided to be decided at the Academy Festival.
The program to perform is street dance.
However, writing this great ‘project’ fell on Mo Hen, who had just become the manager of the tennis department.
Mo Hen didn't complain. Since he had no opinion and no one paid attention to his speech, then let others rule it.
She thought as she walked, the little stone jumped with her steps. By accident, the stone kicked high and hit a dark blue head. Mohen was stunned for a moment.
"Puff~uh... that, hehe...yes, sorry." Mo Hen looked at the swollen pack on the ink blue head, trying hard to hold back his smile.
The black line of the master with the ink blue head...
Mo Hen looked at the person in front of him and was surprised. He, isn't he, Charles Vandom Havi? The young Count who signed a contract with the demon in the Black Deacon anime? She took Charles from beginning to end
After a look.
Well...a little boy...
"Hey, don't you know that it's dangerous to kick stones while walking like this? And what's your look?" Charles looked at Mo Hen, with his indifferent and delicate face, black lines...
Oh, it turns out that he is still a arrogant handsome guy...
Mo Hen's eyes looked at Shier a little deeper. Shier endured... After a few minutes, Mo Hen continued to stare at him. Just as Shier was about to explode, the air suddenly twisted, and then a black shadow appeared.
, gradually twisted into a human form, changing into a delicate and handsome face and agile body in a gorgeous tuxedo. This person... Sebastian?
"Young Master, the company's affairs are done, and your walk is over. Let's go back to Yuli." Sebastian covered his heart with his hands and bowed slightly. Although he was not sure whether he had a heart.
Charle nodded calmly and looked at Mohen in a blink of an eye. "Name."
Mo Hen smiled indifferently and gave him a British aristocratic ceremony: "Leng Mo Hen."
Charles was a little surprised, and then turned to look at the ancient castle-like existence at the end of the street. It was clear.
"Since there is nothing else, I will lose my companion first. Earl of Vandom Havi." Mo Hen turned around and walked towards the empty castle with a faint smile.
Charles was surprised again. How did he know that he had a title in England? Although it has been hundreds of years since Her Majesty's death, he, the title of the Vandom Hewi family, is still preserved.
Charles looked at the leaving figure, his thin body, his ethereal breath, and his quiet appearance of lonely tranquility...
Charles also turned around and walked towards Zhaiyu. The pair of originally blue eyes dyed blood red in the moment they turned around. In one eye, the mark of a five-pointed star was particularly obvious... "Sebass,
Find out her identity.”
"yes, my lord." Sebastian's bloody eyes were stained with a little playfulness.