Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 81: Yan Dan
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On Thursday afternoon, Allen had just finished a class of basic mathematics, and his little head almost burst into numbers. At dusk, large patches of golden sunlight poured down from the sky, bathing the entire college in a divine radiance. Those towering minarets, circular domes and buttress carvings are wonderfully combined into a beautiful picture in the light of the setting sun, allowing Alan’s nerves that are almost screaming pressed by various formulas and numbers to relax and soothe .
He stretched, held the stone fence and took a deep breath. The air smelled of early autumn, and the gradual yellow leaves of the sycamore trees remind people that the golden autumn is coming.
"Allen!"
Several voices shouted his name, Allen had no choice but to pull his mind from the incomparably beautiful world back to reality. The bright red twin pupils are reflected by a few teenagers of the same age, all of them at the same level. Although they weren't from Beskard's high-ranking magnate, they dared to make friends because Allen's external identity was only a side branch, and the status of these teenagers was almost the same.
If they were direct children like Adele, even if Adele would accept them, they would not do it. Class is one reason, and the other is that the sensitive self-esteem of the teenagers does not allow themselves to do so. The teenagers did not want to have a superior friend, and walked under his brilliance and shadow from then on.
When I was willing to ingratiate himself with the powerful and climb up unscrupulously, I had already lost my heart of innocence.
Alan is not the kind of long-sleeved dancer, and his social aspect is an obvious shortcoming. In the previous family management course, the instructor mentioned that every participant in family management must take social activities as a job to complete and do their best. It doesn't matter whether it is an individual or a family. Its own strength is always ranked first, and at the same time, it needs some allies.
The instructor said: "No matter what height you position these friends at, one more friend is better than one more enemy, isn't it?"
These words were quite touching for Allen, so he started to make some changes consciously. For example, a kind smile, or a simple greeting. And all this quickly won him a few so-called "friends". Of course, his identity is also an important factor here.
Among a few friends, Josh’s family Wilms has been actively performing in recent years, moving around in various ways, and is expected to jump from an ordinary nobleman to a celebrity. Therefore, among these teenagers, Josh, who has beautiful white teeth, will always be the focus. What's more, this young man is listed as the heir of the family. Although he is ranked low, his identity alone is much more noble than the others.
Including Allen, who is just a side branch, so when Josh took the initiative to answer to Allen, the teenager couldn't think of any reason for rejection. As a result, Allen naturally joined their circle, only slightly different from what Josh expected. Allen is not willing to make friends because of his identity, but just to change himself and make himself work towards a qualified family manager.
If Josh knew Alan’s true starting point, he would be very annoyed.
"Ellen, how about going to the bar with us at night?" a teenager invited.
A boy with dark green hair next to him also said: "Yes, Josh is a treat, and I heard that there is a higher chance of having an amorous encounter in a bar."
Josh scolded with a smile: "So our little Ough is still a boy."
Several teenagers burst into laughter, and Allen did not refuse the invitation. It's not that he has never been to a bar, it is just a social event, he said to himself.
As night fell, when Allen got off the taxi, he saw the sign of the bar. The shop sign uses colored light tubes to piece together a pattern of a big tree, underneath it is the words "Old Oak Bar".
"Why are you here? I thought I was going to twilight." Behind Alan, the young man named Oug complained.
The eyes of other teenagers were also slightly disappointed, and Josh was quite embarrassed. He naturally knows that Twilight is a good place, but since he has received funding from the family, he can't splurge in a bar of the size of Twilight. What's more, there is a special reason for choosing the old oak bar tonight.
"Listen to me." Josh coughed dryly: "What's so good about a soft place like twilight? Although the specifications of the old oak tree are not as good as it, you don't know that the women here are very enthusiastic!"
Listening to him, the other teenagers gave up, and then swarmed into the bar.
Pushing open the oak door of the bar, a scent of smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol, and with a little dampness, made Allen frowned. The grade of Old Oak seems to be better than the surface bars that Allen has been to, but it is far behind bars like Saber and Twilight. Old Oak also entertained mostly civilians, and everywhere you could see two or three drunk men shouting loudly, punching and drinking. There are also members of certain hunting groups. They occupy some corners of the bar, drinking silently, or talking in low voices, and occasionally there is a chuckle.
On the stage of the bar, three **** demon girls are dancing pole dancing, attracting drinkers to throw tips on the stage frequently, just to make the girls more enthusiastic about their performances.
This is a complicated place, with all kinds of people. Obviously it was not a place patronized by the noble children of Josh, so when the brightly dressed teenagers squeezed into the bar, they attracted frequent attention. But Josh and others didn't care, especially Oug, who squeezed to the stage to watch the pole dance.
"Bring us a glass of beer!" Josh led the crowd to the bar, knocking on the bar pretendingly.
Behind the bar, a bartender said cheerfully: "Please wait, a few masters."
Not long after, a few large glasses of ale were brought to Allen and the others. Alan tasted it, bitter and astringent, a far cry from the beer in the blazing bar in Sanger. But Josh was very excited, and everyone drank half a cup. When you drink wine, you will naturally talk more, and the topics discussed by the teenagers cannot be separated from their family or a certain woman they have been to. As for whether they are still the first brothers or have become men, only they know.
Soon, their topic began to shift from which beautiful girl or **** female tutor in school to the woman in the bar. To be honest, there are indeed a lot of women in the bar, in addition to the drinkers, more of them are the waitresses. Their uniforms are all low-cut short skirts. When they lie down or bend down, they can always see something under the neckline or skirt.
Men always put a tip on their neckline, then reach out and rub a hand on the thigh or buttocks. Some even tipped enough, so the waitress smiled and pulled the guests to some dark corners of the bar.
While the teenagers were drinking, a waitress walked by. Josh pretended to be generous and stuffed a few small bills into the woman's neckline, and then reached into the skirt under the leg and touched it. The woman was funny and angry, and snorted: "Little ghosts who have not yet grown their hairs, they also follow other people to mess around here."
After talking with a smile, I went there, a few boys, look at me, I look at you, and then they laughed loudly.
"Oug, look there." After another glass of inferior ale, Josh bumped his elbow on his companion next to him: "That's the best."
Josh pointed to a table not far away from them. There were four or five young people sitting at that table. One of them was a young woman with short hair and sharp facial features. Wearing a short leather skirt with an open coat, only a black tube top is tied inside, exposing a large area of white flesh. The slender waist without excess fat has a graceful curve, and the tall buttocks are wrapped in a pair of denim shorts. The legs extending from the trousers are long and white, and a dagger tied to the outside of the thigh adds a bit of wildness to the woman.
Seeing her, Ogle couldn't help licking his lips. At this time, the girl also noticed their side. Seeing Oge looking at herself, the female Lang raised her **** and said: "What are you looking at, kid, go home and drink milk."
The companions next to her laughed loudly.
This made Oge's face hot, and Josh even snorted: "A pariah, dare to be so presumptuous! Oge, you can't take her down tonight, don't say you belong to the Lawrence family. Master."
Ogle jumped up and poured a glass of wine into his stomach. Then he slapped the wine glass to the bar and said, "Look at me."
Alan frowned, in his eyes. Those young people, including the girl with short hair, all have powerful fluorescent lights on their bodies. There is a certain pattern in the flow of fluorescent light, which is a sign that a circuit has been constructed. Obviously they are all engravers, even if they are only low-level engravers. But once a conflict arises, it is not something Josh can handle.
After all, even with Ellen, there are only two engravers among them. The other is Josh. As for the teenagers of Oge, they are all source powers ranging from ranks five and six. Together, they are not enough to be a random opponent.
"Oge, don't make trouble."
As the boy walked past him, Allen stretched out his hand and pulled him. Oge didn't appreciate it at all, and threw Alan's hand away and said, "You know what a shit, that **** is provoking our dignity. If there is no response, we are nobles!"
Allen's face turned cold, and his eyes were unpleasant. After all, he didn't have a deep friendship with these teenagers, and the status of friends with them was not so heavy that he could advance and retreat together, and live and die together. If it was Lucy or Regis, Allen would have no hesitation. As for Josh or Oug, if you don't like it, the life and death of these teenagers is not his business at all.
Oge has already stepped forward, and put his hand on the shoulder of the millet-haired girl: "Do you know who I am? I'm Oug, Oug Lawrence! Woman, I see you, you should Happy. As long as you make me happy, I will give you whatever you want."
Josh smiled silently, and Ogg blinked at them triumphantly. Allen shook his head and turned to drink for himself. He was almost certain that Ogg's stubborn words would not have any effect at all.