"I'm sorry, before wandering around, don't mind attending the opening of the Academy Festival first?"

The viewing platform of the College Square.

Xia Lan sat quietly on a chair and watched the speech of an old man in front of the ceremonial platform.

This is the third person to speak on stage. I heard that he is the etiquette minister of the royal capital.

It doesn't matter who he is, what's important is that he doesn't like this tedious and redundant.

But he could only sit because Raki Maggie was listening below.

College students all need to be free after the opening, and they are no exception.

So, after receiving apologetic request, he was taken to the viewing platform by them.

Until the opening ends.

Suddenly, applause rang out.

The old man left and stepped down, and another middle-aged man in luxurious clothes walked onto the stage.

He began to speak.

Xia Lan closed her eyes. How long will this mentally exhausted action last? He began to feel bored.

"Hello!"

A young voice came into his ears. He turned his head and saw a young noble boy next to him smiling at him.

"Hello." Xia Lan nodded and responded.

"Are you also tired of the opening of this academy?" the young noble boy smiled and said softly.

"Yes."

"I'm the same." The noble boy shook his head and said, "I have always heard that the ceremony at Wang Li Central Academy is extraordinary, but I didn't expect that after seeing it for the first time, I was a little disappointed."

"disappointment?"

"Yes, disappointed." said the noble boy: "I thought the opening meeting was simple and straightforward."

"Why?"

"Because this is Wang Li Central Academy." said the noble boy.

"It is precisely because of this that it is called Wangli Central Academy." Xia Lan said calmly.

"It seems that our views are the same." The noble boy turned to him, with a handsome face and smiled, "Not introduced yet, Charbro, Delevo Sir."

"Xia Lan."

"I seem to have heard of this name."

Hearing the other party's words, Sier frowned and looked at the young man next to him more.

This is the first time Sier has come to the capital, and he has a reason for this.

Because he has been confirmed to be admitted to Wangli Central College, and his admission is one week later.

He can do a lot of things in a week, such as attending the annual festival of Wangli Central College.

When he sat down to the viewing platform, he noticed him by chance.

Because of his eyes.

He felt familiarity, he felt that he had seen these eyes somewhere.

So he sat next to him until he found the reason for his conversation.

Xia Lan—

This is his name. He did not introduce his surname because a surname is an important title for a nobleman. In aristocratic society, the introduction of surnames is often a way to reflect one's own status.

This is not in line with the social etiquette of normal nobles.

Because it seems disrespectful enough.

Sier didn't care. He was not the kind of person who cares about minor matters.

"I don't know you."

Xia Lan glanced at the noble boy beside her and said.

"Now you know me." Sier said as he looked at him and looked into his eyes.

"Is there anything wrong?" Xia Lan asked.

"If I say you are very much like someone I know but forget, do you believe it?" Syl smiled.

Xia Lan shook her head and said, "This kind of words may be useful for women, but they are useless to me."

"Thank you, I've been disturbed."

Sier turned his head, smiled faintly on his face and continued to look at the ceremonial platform ahead.

He knew that there would be no result if he continued to ask, and although he made him curious, he would be rude to go further.

He remembered these eyes and face, and one day he would get the answer he wanted.

Maybe he didn't know, and he was remembered by the other party.

Xia Lan had no impression of this young noble boy. From his actions and questions, it can be seen that he cared about his eyes very much.

Charbro Province—

It's really a profound place.

Since he is an unimpressed person, he has no reason to pursue it again.

In the square, countless students stood neatly in different subjects, like a gathering of troops.

They are very quiet and sometimes whispering together will not easily make people notice them.

They are students of Wangli Central College. At the opening of the important annual festival, they are surrounded by countless noble people from the capital, so they will not do anything that is decent to the academy.

Looking around the field with a relaxed mood, Xia Lan's eyebrows suddenly shook, and he discovered something interesting.

He saw many college students sneaking away from the team.

What do they want to do?

Xia Lan had just had some doubts when a chaotic noise suddenly came from the outside of the viewing platform.

"No movement is allowed!"

The incident seemed to suddenly arise at this moment.

The periphery of the square, around the viewing platform, and in front of the ceremony platform.

The sound of sharp swords unsheathed throughout the sky.

Countless college students who came from nowhere rushed into the square from all directions to form an encirclement. They held the sharp swords shining with cold light. They lined up neatly, pointing straight ahead with the sword in their hands.

The surroundings of the viewing platform are exactly the same.

Chaotic, noisy.

Wang Li Central Academy, who had been quiet for a hundred years, was completely disturbed by this inexplicable incident.

"It seems that something interesting happened."

The nobles on the viewing platform had already stood up and panicked around, but there were not many people who were still sitting in their seats to keep calm, and Sier was one of them.

"Indeed." Xia Lan couldn't help but nodded softly, as if she agreed with his sigh.

"Aren't you afraid?" Syl turned to him and smiled.

"Why am I afraid?" Xia Lan said.

"Nothing, just ask casually." Sil said.

"What about you?" Xia Lan said.

Sier shook his head and said with a mocking look on his face: "Although I don't know what happened, since the person who did this kind of thing was a college student, there is no reason for people to feel scared. Fear is contagious. Perhaps people are afraid of it not them, but their unknown reasons and the sharp sword in their hands."

"Because the sword does not have eyes," Xia Lan said.

"Look at that." Syl suddenly pointed to a direction far away from the viewing platform and said, "Swords do not have eyes, and people sometimes do not have eyes."

Xia Lan looked at the point of the noble young master and saw a middle-aged nobleman roaring loudly at a college student surrounded by a sharp sword.

"Saf! Do you know what you are doing?"

"Sir Keha, I'm sorry, but I know what I'm doing now." The student who was scolded angrily smiled.

"You know? Look at what you all did?" The middle-aged nobleman pointed at the surroundings in anger and said, "Only causing chaos and hijacking the nobles, are you going to rebel?"

"Treason?" the college student shook his head and said, "We are not treason, we are just saving this country."

"Ha?" The middle-aged man looked at him and seemed unreasonable: "Save this country? Just by you, you? What are you talking about in your dreams?"

"I'm not talking in my sleep, I'm just talking about a fact." The college student said calmly with the sword in his hand tightly.

"Bastard!" The middle-aged man reached out and pushed forward and said, "Get out of the way!"
To be continued...