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599 Legend 1

"They are either doing practical research or attending a dance. Why don't you go, Galen?" Alexander raised his head from the thick documents and asked in a dry voice.

"The practical investigation has been completed a long time ago. I am not interested in the dance, but you are okay? Do you want my help?" Garen put down his coffee cup and asked in concern.

"It's okay, it will be done soon." Alexander said this for the fourth time today.

Beep beep beep...

Gallon's cell phone rang, interrupting what Alexander was about to say. He smiled at Gallon and continued to work hard.

"Hello?"

An unknown number, Gallon answered the call.

"Gallon? I'm Serena."

"It's senior sister? What's the matter?" Garen lay down on the right side of the recliner to make himself more comfortable and let the sun shine on the left side of his body.

"I'm calling you from the public phone in the club. Are you...available this afternoon?" Serena hesitated.

"It's okay, I've been quite free recently." Alexander over there looked up at him sadly.

"Did you know? In the club, since you last showed off your power, they all called you Golden Lion Galleon. Golden Lion, isn't it cool? Many people said that when you move your hands, your hair flies like a lion's

Mane, fierce and violent." Serena smiled coquettishly.

"It's really cool, but it's really not interesting in the club. Those people are so weak." Garen said without politeness, scratching an itchy spot on his face.

There was a faint creaking sound on the other end of the phone with clenched fists. Maybe Serena turned the phone on speakerphone...

Garen curled his lips, teasing these little guys is part of life's entertainment.

"If one of them can't beat you, they can attack together." Serena said coquettishly, in a tone that she couldn't believe. "Just come here for a while, and I will give you a mysterious reward when the time comes.

Oh~~~"

Serena has already planned to trick Garen into joining the club first. This guy is so crazy, so crazy that he has no limits. He speaks such coquettish words that Serena can hear her teeth chattering in hatred.

Crisp sound.

Even her father has never been so coquettish!

"Okay, okay, I'll come over after dinner at six o'clock in the afternoon. Senior sister, you are so cute. Haha..." Garen laughed and disconnected the phone.

It's a good idea to go there. The girl with amazing intuition last time is also a good seed. I haven't asked her name yet.

Garen touched his chin and looked at the state of the Killing Hand. This magic skill was not an ordinary perversion.

The power itself is not very good, but it can absorb and accumulate vitality to a terrifying level. When it explodes, it is equivalent to exploding the vitality of dozens or hundreds of people at once.

"But I don't have much life left now..." Garen thought for a moment. He took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Baldhead and the others to collect information about inhuman existence.

Now that Baldhead and others have entered the top mercenary circle, they also know some information about the vampire witches, and they also have some channels of their own.

He has not yet tried to fully unleash the strongest power of this magical skill.

It was only during daily practice that I discovered that with the increase in soul seeds, the power of the magic power became extremely terrifying, carrying additional ice damage.

"Although I still don't know if it is the Secret Martial Arts of Life. But I can already tell that it is not the Secret Martial Arts of Death... interesting." Garen thoroughly checked the status of the Secret Martial Arts column before getting up and returning to his bedroom to change.

Get dressed.

Stack your own changes of clothes together and throw them into a bucket to carry.

"Going to the laundry? Take me one!" Alexander immediately raised his head and said hurriedly.

"OK."

Carrying their clothes buckets together, Gallonshi walked out of the door and walked down the dormitory corridor.

Most of the freshmen had gone out for activities, and the dormitory was quiet. Only footsteps could be heard from a few rooms.

The white dormitory building looks a little empty.

Dang...dang...

The bell in the distant steeple rang.

Galen carried the bucket out of the dormitory building and turned right along the lawn. There was a small row of shops on the path in front, standing alone among the lawns. Some students came in and out carrying clothes from time to time.

There are all laundries here. Although there are washing machines on each floor of the dormitory building, unfortunately the equipment is relatively old. Maybe after waiting for more than half an hour, you will only end up with a pile of wet semi-finished products. In addition, some clothes cannot be washed in the washing machine.

.

It's hard to buy things like softeners and brighteners yourself, so I just take them out and have them washed at the store.

The students living in the dormitories are either public-funded or from well-off families, and they don't care about the money.

There was a simple bulletin board on the wall on the side of the laundry. Garen walked over and stood next to a few students and took a look.

The above is information about renting a house off campus. Some notices have had their numbers torn off, and it is obvious that someone has rented them. Renting a house off campus is cheaper than on campus, but the more troublesome thing is that it is safer and farther away.

The farther away the apartment is, the cheaper the rental price is. But the farther away from the school, the more troubles will naturally arise.

After casually looking at the price on the announcement, Galen turned around and looked at the time on his phone. 1:32.

"It's still early. There are no classes this afternoon. You can go around for a walk."

He did what he thought of, and Garen started wandering around the dormitory building in all directions.

There is an area around the dormitory building, which is full of student dormitories. Then go to the right through a group of shops and you will find the student apartment building. The price is much more expensive than the dormitory building, and it is also where many graduate students live.

Beyond that is the teachers' residential area, where there is a school bus waiting point, which runs every hour and runs on time.

Garen strolled along the driveway and walked around the school. Along the way, he could see students and teachers standing in front of the bus stop sign in twos and threes, waiting for the bus.

At noon, the sun is getting hotter and hotter, and some people are holding ice cream popsicles or other homemade drinks in their hands.

Most of the students were in a hurry, but some were leisurely like Garen, dragging their slippers and half-dressed pajamas and running around the campus.

When we walked to the edge of the minaret bell tower, there was a group of people setting up photo stands and cameras. They seemed to be taking wedding photos or filming a TV series. The director on the side shouted loudly to ask students passing by to pay attention to the camera. They looked like newlyweds.

The two of them took photos for a while and then separated to have something to drink.

After standing on the edge and watching for a while, Garen continued walking along the inner corridor of the campus.

When passing in front of a large white church-like building, there was a notice board at the door: Professor Niconia's Lecture - Our Life is about to begin. At three o'clock in the afternoon - Repertory Theater's play: Black Velvet.

Students were already entering the church one after another, chatting and laughing. A couple of students were arguing nearby, but they hugged each other and became very excited. Some of the students passing by whistled, even those from the university.

In terms of openness, it takes a lot of courage to openly show passion in front of the professor's lecture that is about to begin.

Garen watched with great interest for a while before leaving.

Behind a small mangrove, there are several tea bars and cafes with dark brown exteriors. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, you can see the students sitting inside talking and chatting lively. Some people are gesticulating excitedly. I don’t know.

What are you doing?

A group of young people riding bicycles passed Gallon wearing helmets and actually had earplugs in their ears.

“Forward forward forward!!!”

The young man in the lead let go of the car and shouted.

It's against school rules to openly ride a fast bike on campus, but apparently these young people don't care.

Galen and a few passing students gave way to the convoy, and then continued to move forward and wander around until the group quickly left the sight.

The campus of Garyville is a very old school. It is said that the school has been established for thousands of years. The campus has experienced several fires and been rebuilt several times, which is longer than the founding history of the United States.

Garon admired the clean and natural scenery on campus. He unknowingly followed the school road and left the campus of his dormitory. He passed through a large white and red arched stone gate. In front of him was a horizontal white road, and on the left was the library.

area, there is an upward slope on the right, and the sign on the roadside says "Treasure Animal Sanatorium".

Garen thought for a while, turned left first, and followed the sparse flow of people towards the library area.

After a while, a dark red building more than thirty meters high appeared in front of him, like a turtle lying on the ground. The entrance to the library was on the side of the turtle's body, and a simple cobblestone path connected the entrance and

road.

There are also curved cobblestone paths on both sides of the library, some leading to the back of the library, and some going around and extending into the distance.

Garen stopped when he was still a hundred meters away from the library and looked at the sign on the roadside.

‘No. 13-17 Library to the right’

‘Library No. 18-22, go left’

‘Go straight to Library No. 4’

A sign with three directional arrows stands at the intersection.

Below is a white stone carved model like a book page, with an introduction to the Garyville Library District written on it.

The 22-seat Garyville Library has the largest collection of books in the United States, and is connected to the network of the Noddington Municipal Library. You can draw the content you need from the library at any time.

The following is the establishment time of the library, the number of years it has been in existence, and some famous people’s deeds, including how so-and-so used to be in the library.

I scanned it out of boredom, but Gallon did not go in. He just walked through the lawns and paths between the libraries. The densely packed libraries were like dark red stones inlaid on the green ground, and they were divided into branches in this vast area.

In most of the areas, librarians pushing books can be seen constantly moving around. They are the managers of each library. They are responsible for returning different returned books to each library. At the same time, they also need to return the books that students need from each library.

Take it out and put it on the conveyor belt.

In addition to Gallon, there were also some international students running around on the lawn in between, some holding cameras to take pictures, and posing in various happy poses.


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