"In 913, Alban's blood queen, Andrea Alastair, abdicated. She took her lover Gallagher Salt, left the city, and led a life of adventure. Eventually she died in 968, at the age of ninety-seven."
"As for this king... So far, historical evaluations have been mixed, and people have not reached a more unified conclusion. She has been in power for less than ten years, and she came to power by murdering her brother, and what she has done is just the beginning of reform. In her Afterwards, Queen Delia Alastair was the one who pushed Alban to the top. If we talk about achievements, now, the biggest achievement of the Blood Queen is to invest in the Dawning Tavern, the predecessor of 'Corona'."
The old professor had a serious face. He pushed his glasses and tapped the chalk twice on the blackboard.
"That is, in theory, she is one of the founders of 'Corona' today. The Alastair family is still an important investor in us to this day. Of course, everyone knows that the real founder of 'Corona' They are Eddie Lopez, Leonard Lopez and Olivia Lopez. They are both descendants of the hero Godwin Lopez, and they are the ancient exorcist Lopez. The origin of the family."
"I hate the Lopez." Under the podium, a freckled youth with curly hair whispered. "Well, I admit that their family's history is long enough. But by now, the 'Corona' is no longer their family's private property."
The newcomer sitting beside him secretly playing with his mobile phone raised his head and raised his eyebrows at him.
On the podium, the old professor coughed twice and continued to tell: "From 921 to 1021, it was called the 'Golden Century'. During that period, more and more people were benefited by the 'God of War'. Although there were small-scale wars in some areas , all countries in the world are in a relatively peaceful state. Surface expeditions have been confirmed as disappearing. In order to find a substitute for bone jade, many research institutions and educational institutions have sprung up. The two oldest ones, the Gatekeeper and Clement University, They have all reached their peak in the golden century.”
"And that has to mention one man, Prince Hayden, husband of Queen Delia Alastair. At fifty-one he officially became Clemen University — then known as the Royal Military Academy of Clemen — Chancellor, with the Queen's support, Prince Hayden made a radical overhaul of Clemente University..."
"It's so boring, hey, over there." The curly-haired youth yawned loudly, "The corona is the strongest exorcism institution, I initially thought we would be thrown into the death test field—sigh, it's like The place. You said that we finally got into the corona, and we came up with a bunch of dry history lessons, which is not appropriate?"
"Goalkeepers do that type of test." The newcomer shrugged, still texting incessantly. "It's good to be calm."
"We're here to fight!" Curly hair snorted dissatisfiedly. "Let's not say anything else, at least these courses, the Lopez must have taken it long ago. See? That seat over there is empty, that Lopez must have gone to training. He is already the first in this class. If it goes on like this, the gap between us will only get bigger and bigger.”
"Not necessarily." The black-haired newcomer was a little more reassuring, "The exorcism requires two teams, and the partner is also very important."
"You don't understand this." The curly-haired youth turned the pen in his hand, "The people in their family are all lone rangers here, and one person is used for two people. When the exorcist license is officially obtained, the family will specially give them to them. He deserves one."
"...That's it." The newcomer responded, not sounding particularly surprised.
"I also want to be the number one exorcist and get the title of 'Oluori'. It's been seven consecutive generations of 'Oluori' who belonged to the Lopez family." , "Hey, you're right, in short, find a reliable partner first... Hey, hey! The professor is watching you!"
Too bad this tip came a little late.
"Mr. Wright, please put your phone away. Yes, you are second overall. But as far as I know, your 'The Rise and Fall of Alban' only got a 5."
The old professor cleared his throat heavily, but he didn't sound really angry.
"The 5 points are still for the fact that you didn't get a blank paper - usually, under the heading 'Freely Arguing the merits and demerits of Andrea Alastair, Queen of Blood', giving 'she likes it a lot' Answers like 'meatloaf' don't get points."
There was a burst of suppressed laughter in the lecture hall.
The curly-haired youth took a breath from between his teeth and turned his head to look at the newcomer beside him. The handsome young man with black hair just smiled complicatedly, then lowered his eyes, looking a little distracted.
Hearing the professor's name, the curly-haired youth, Bean Leonard, naturally knew who this newcomer was.
Among the newcomers who entered the corona for training this year, in addition to the descendants of the Lopez family, who ranked first in overall performance, Nemo Wright was one of them tied for second place.
He originally thought that a guy with such a scary combat record must be two meters tall, but it turned out that Mr. Wright was much more elegant and harmless than he thought. As for the other tied for second place, he heard something at lunch - Oliver Ramon took leave early this morning and didn't know what to do.
Nemo was obviously in a daze now. He spread the book in front of him, and continued to tap the glass screen of the phone with his fingertips.
Nemo's movements were not small, nor small, and Bean glanced at the ring on the ring finger of the other's left hand.
As one of the best candidates for professional exorcists, Bean was confident in his dynamic vision. The style of the ring is simple and simple, unlike the old style, 80% of which are real antiques.
It was definitely worth a lot of money. It seems that Mr. Wright, whose background is unknown, should have a big family behind him. It may be that the precious daughter of some famous family fell in love with this handsome and powerful young man and got engaged early—
Bean locked his eyes on the ring and began to use his imagination to pass his boring history class. However, the person he looked at almost immediately stopped the hand that was typing information on the phone, raised his eyebrows slightly, and cast his eyes back.
It took Bean a few seconds to react: "Hey, sorry. I just…"
"It's okay, I don't care." Nemo shrugged, continued to look at the phone screen, and zoomed in on a photo of a lamp.
"Is he talking to his fiancée?" Bean lowered his voice curiously.
"Husband." Nemo sounded in a good mood, and also did not intend to continue listening to the class.
Bean nearly fell to the ground. The chair under his butt made a tragic creaking noise, and the old professor's eyes drifted a little again.
"Oh, oh," Bean responded dryly, steadying himself quickly.
Now that Ladism is prevalent, people's tolerance for homosexuality is not high. But it is also true, since Mr. Wright's lover can afford such an antique ring, naturally he will not care about the rumors of the little people.
Bean stiffened and turned to the podium, trying to focus back on the class.
"… I just talked about the transformation of Clement University. The research laboratory of Clement University has provided very important technical support for 'Corona'. I believe you have heard that no matter where you go to the Dawning Bar around the world, you can find at least A Clementine University researcher."
The old professor continued slowly.
"In comparison, the gatekeeper's side..."
Still not, Bean thought dazedly. Sunlight poured into the spacious lecture hall, and fine dust flickered in the air. The temperature was just right, the old professor's voice was soothing like a lullaby, and the slow words finally merged into a humming sound, getting further and further away from him - Bean's head was getting heavier and heavier in this comfortable environment, and finally The young exorcist candidate decided to follow his heart, slumped on the table, and fell asleep unaware of personal affairs.
And when today's class was over, Bean wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and looked around subconsciously, Mr. Wright was long gone.
The sun is about to go down.
The high-rise buildings in Xiacheng District are in dilapidated condition, and the managers have long since let go. Elevators have stopped running, water and electricity are inconvenient, and the old high-rise building complex has become a gathering place for the poor and criminals. The dilapidated walls almost dye the surrounding air gray.
As night fell, the bright and slightly cheap lights ignited quickly. Among the many passersby who were in a hurry and described as suspicious, Nemo put his hands in his pockets and walked with a clear goal to the building with the most concentrated lights.
A few months ago, there was a low-key but tasteful speakeasy at the foot of the central building.
The sign placed at the entrance is still brand new. It is placed at the entrance of the descending steps, and there are no extra exaggerated lightings. Even so, people can easily read the words on the signs under the lights of the rest of the shops.
Tumbleweed Bar.
Nemo walked down the steps and pushed open the door of the bar.
Oliver was wearing a waiter uniform, wiping the glass carefully. Seeing his lover enter the door, he put down the soft cloth in his hand, walked around the bar, and gave him a kiss.
"Look, this is the lamp you chose during the day. Nice eye, Nemo, it's definitely better than the other one I showed you."
Oliver wrapped his left arm around Nemo's waist and pointed his right to the decorative lights on the roof of the bar, with a pleasant tone.
"It's much brighter here now."
"Be careful that the bright environment will scare the guests away." Nemo shook his head with a smile, turned his head, and kissed Oliver on the cheek.
This lamp is really nice.
Under the soft lighting, even the skeleton helmets hanging on the walls looked like decorations bought from some high-end store. Like other bars large and small, there are frames under the helmets, the pictures inside look old, but they are all well preserved.
The content of the photo in the middle is eccentric - four people dressed in old fashion are standing in a pile of strange lizard tails, except for the one in the monk's uniform who has a slightly tense expression, the other three are all smiles.
Looking at the photo for a long time, Nemo took a long breath: "... Where's Ed?"
"Ed's going to be late, after all, he's got to have a drink with his new colleagues after the induction process—well, he probably won't actually drink. As for Jesse, God knows what nightclub or church he hangs out at, but he's sure Will come with Ed."
"As a reliable 'informer', Jesse shouldn't rush into the welcome party for the new police chief," Nemo muttered, a little more uncertain in his voice. "… Will he?"
"..." Oliver apparently decided to keep silent.
"The guests are here!" The grey parrot jumped at one end of the bar, "If you two don't prepare, you can only feed them the leftovers I ate."
Nemo snapped the grey parrot's head and snapped his fingers. The shadows gathered in the corner, gradually transformed into a multi-armed humanoid, and then obediently burrowed into the back kitchen.
"Thank you for the reminder, Bagelmore. Ollie, you will receive the guests first, and I'll change clothes."
Night has officially come.
In this dark and dangerous corner, people walking on the edge of darkness are very curious about this new bar. Although historically, the Dawning Tavern was one of the famous sanctuaries for demon believers, but after the exorcist agency "Corona" was born, it gradually became an exorcist's exclusive intelligence agency, which has long been unsuitable for the real fringe. people to go.
This kind of speakeasy in the corner of a "junkyard" tends to be more popular.
The style of "Tumbleweed" is not affected by the surrounding chaos, and there must be enough terrifying backers behind it. Not to mention, the bar is thoughtfully not even equipped with cameras, or any other surveillance equipment.
The only downside is that there are only two young male waiters in this small bar.
The faces of the two male waiters were also quite good, although gender might not be that important to anyone in the city. It's a pity that I haven't heard of anyone who has successfully wiped the oil.
But since there are good wines at affordable prices, and a relatively safe place to chat, people can live with this little inadequacy.
"Tumbleweed" quickly filled up.
"It's really terrible. Bob was killed by that thing on the spot, and his head was crushed into oatmeal." The fat man by the window hummed. "If I hadn't run fast at the time, I probably wouldn't have been alive to talk here. It's in the underground parking lot, tell you people over there, stay away from that ghost place recently."
"God, isn't Bob's demon pretty strong? I remember mid-level—"
"Who the fuck knows what's going on! That thing just looks like a man, with arms so long that they drop to the ground, hands that wrap around my head, and move so fast that I can't see clearly. I'm not stupid enough to stop Waiting there to watch it cast its spells. Then again, it's not false that the thing smells like a demon, but I've never seen that type of demon... Hey, boy, what are you listening to?"
"Wine for the two of you."
Nemo's voice is soft and his smile is very decent. He took the glass from the tray and adjusted the collar of the waiter's suit.
"I think you met a demon warlock, sir... Are you interested in exchanging information?"
The author has something to say:
This article is officially coming to an end here. The next West Fantasy will basically continue to use this world view, so everyone in Tumbleweed will still have a chance to appear, don't worry XD
Thank you to everyone who has seen this all the way, and I am very, very grateful to everyone who helped tweet on Weibo. I didn't expect to get so much recognition at all, I was really moved to cry (;ω;)
Because except for the first few days (.), there is basically no manuscript, and sometimes I work overtime to write in a hurry. I know it has many flaws... Thank you for your tolerance.
There is nothing to say about this, just keep learning and practicing. I will try my best to make the next one better~
PS:
①The pre-collection of the next "Happy Doomsday" can be seen in the author's column!
②Although I don’t know if it is necessary, let me tell you that raising grey parrots in my country requires the permission of the Forestry Bureau, otherwise it is illegal (whisper)
[A little summary postscript]
"Lost" was published on March 31 last year, and has been updated daily since April 11. The data was recorded at the beginning. On April 30, when Kaiwen had been serialized for a month, the collection was about 10.
It would be false to say that it was not hit (…
I still remember the period when there were many chapters and 0 comments in the first volume hhh careful readers can find that I didn’t write much at first _(:з」∠)_
Here, I am really grateful to the readers who accompanied me in the beginning. Without you, I really don't have the confidence to survive. At that time, while relying on the idea of "at least there are still people watching", I liked this theme, and I was a little unwilling to admit defeat, so I gritted my teeth.
During the period, the number of readers who followed the article gradually increased, and gradually it became more powerful to persevere.
I have work during the day, and I am really tired, because there are times when various things are sad. But there are more happy moments. In short, I can write this story seriously, and I am very satisfied at the same time (;ω;)
Finally, thanks again to everyone who sees here and supports the genuine version. See you next time if you can. XD