Edge of the Apocalypse

Alan looked behind the tree.

The boy who was talking to Vera had a delicate look on his face, and his dark green hair blurred the outline of his forehead. With a faint smile on his face, he wore a white shirt under his thin khaki sweater and hid it in his collar with a twill tie. She wore striped trousers of the same color and squatted in dark leather shoes. The clothes weren't eye-catching, but the workmanship and materials were first-rate. This made the boy feel close to nature, but at the same time, he didn't lose the foundation of a noble family.

When he pointed out that Vera could peek into the future, the black-dressed girl's shoulders shook as if they were touched. But Vera remained silent. The boy looked at his companions and chuckled, "Miss Vera remembers Lifey, the woman you drew her." The scene you painted that day was one of her intimate love affair with her clan uncle. She thought you were looking at the past, and it wasn't until one day when they appeared in a deja vu that Lifey realized that you were looking at the future. I didn't mean to hear her mention it, but I knew that Miss Vera had such a special ability. "

"Seeing the future is not a good thing. Besides, what I see is the future of a certain possibility." Vera raised her head and looked at the boy with her emotionless eyes.

Even Alan lost his composure in front of these eyes, and the boy in front of him was even more unbearable. The originally carefree smile on her face suddenly stiffened and she subconsciously avoided Vera's gaze. Only when he saw his companion staring at him in shock did the boy lose his composure. "It's already amazing to be able to see a certain possibility in the future," he forced a smile.

"What's there to be proud of?" Vera whispered, "Time comes from the singularity. Before the singularity is the position of the gods." Even the gods couldn't see the future clearly, and what I saw was a blurry outline. It was like a fish leaping out of the water, but it could see something a little distance away from the river. Not to mention, don't even glance at it before entering the water again. "I wonder which tributaries the fish will see."

"Miss Vera is very lucky to be able to share the sight of the gods!" The boy said in a deep voice.

"Luck?" Vera looked at him, her gaze as heavy as lead, causing the boy to lower his head. She shook her head and said, "It's not luck, it's a curse. You won't understand, nobody will understand."

"Miss Vera, my name is Webb. Our Fan Vinnie Clan definitely needs people like you. Even if you can only see vague fragments, it will be of great benefit to us. I sincerely invite you to be our guest. I can guarantee that you will live a safe life." The boy finally said his purpose.

Vera shook her head. "I can't help you, I can't help everyone. Because what I see is always a sad future …"

Ellen's heart skipped a beat behind the tree. He seemed to know why Vera's eyes were always filled with despair. How could a person who could only see a sad future be happy?

Vera turned around to leave, and Webb was anxious. The boys winked at their companions and immediately closed in on Vera's path. "Miss Vera," said Webb, somewhat ungracefully, "please think carefully."

Vera did not answer. Alan walked out from behind the tree and said, "What are you doing?"

Seeing that it was Alan, Webb snorted and said, "It's none of Beth Cod's business."

"That's right. It's just that Vera is my friend. And now, my friend is planning to leave. If you don't want to step aside, then it's none of my business." Alan said forcefully.

Webb narrowed his eyes. "But Beth Cod, a puppy on the side, dares to talk to me like that?"

'"However, I don't know how many heirs of the Fanveni Clan dare to act wildly in the Dawn Blade. Do you want to make a bet with me? If I remove you from the list of heirs, not only will your clan not stand up for you, but on the contrary, your brothers will thank me." Alan retaliated with a cold smile.

Webb remembered that this younger boy in front of him had just removed Vincent and Josh from his family's inheritance list. He was indeed alive and well, and he did not see Vincent's family or the Williams family looking for trouble with him. After weighing it for a moment, Webb snorted, made a gesture, and turned around to leave with his companions.

As soon as they left, Vera did not even say "thank you" and left in silence. After a few steps, Alan's voice sounded from behind him, "Just like you said, there are countless possibilities in the future. How can you be sure that the future you see will become a reality? Vera, don't completely deny the possibilities of the future just because of one or two coincidental facts."

"Perhaps, it's not that what you see is a sad future. It's that you … only want to see that future."

Vera's entire body trembled, and there seemed to be a different change in her lead-clouded eyes. However, she did not say anything. After a slight pause, she gradually left.

That night, when Windsor Bella returned to her apartment on the top floor of the Villa Building, Nono reported with a brain in his arms, "Miss, you've given the shortlist to Dean Andrew as you instructed."

"Very good, what did that long-winded old man say?"

"Dean Andrew wants to know what your exam questions are."

Windsor Belo threw herself into a set of soft sofas, her long legs unvividly resting on the armrest, and said, "My student can't be a limp shrimp, can he?" In that case, the first round of the examination would start with their combat skills. Ask Dean Andrew to arrange a time for the eight little fellows to fight in groups. The four winners can go through the second round of the examination. As for the questions, we can talk about them at that time. "

"Then I'll do it now."

'"Wait a minute," Windsor Belo called out to Nono just as she was about to leave. "After the list is published, some uneasy fellows will definitely come and ask for information. If it was related to those kids, each piece of information was priced at 100,000 federal dollars. If it involves me, just casually collect a million yuan. "If they ask for something, it will do, regardless of the value, and each item will be sold for three million dollars."

"Go, tell Red Wolf and the others the price. This is called the real price. There is no deception between the old and the young!"

Windsor Belo laughed proudly behind him. Noel shook his head and went down to work.

Babylon stirred up a heated discussion when Dean Andrew announced the list of eight students Windsor Belo had recruited. Along with the announcement of the list, it was the combat skill examination planned for next week. These two pieces of news will be the subject of conversation between the Babylonians before tea and after dinner, and, according to Dean Andrew, Windsor Belo can only choose one of the eight children to teach in person because of her limited energy, while the others can only be nominal students. However, even if it was a well-known student, it was enough to make others jealous.

After all, Windsor Belo was famous, so when the names of the eight lucky men were pronounced in Dean Andrew's mouth, their status in the clan had inexplicably risen by a large margin. Apart from Alan, Webb from the Fan Weini Clan was also among the eight. When Webb heard this news, he had already forgotten that he had been rejected by Vera and that he was unhappy about Alan.

It was just that Webb felt as if he was being stabbed to the flesh when he saw that the name Alan was also on the list.

"Windsor Belo, this little girl is getting more and more extraordinary." Horn, who had also received the news, said in his castle study.

Hai Xin stood aside and did not express her opinion. She only smiled and looked at her master.

"Mr. Helsing, why do you think that little girl chose these students?" Horn tapped on the list of names sent by the butler with his finger.

Helsing thought for a moment, she said, "The families behind the female marshal's students are all prospering. Perhaps this has something to do with the tuition fees, right?"

Horn laughed and said, "It's not the first time Greed found out about money. That's right, you're right. Windsor Belo has chosen these students with a prosperous family behind her back that can afford her tuition. But more importantly, these families have nothing to do with the Old Party, or they have some grudges with the Old Party."

'"Just by recruiting a few students, Windsor Belo has essentially recruited eight powerful allies for herself. In this way, it's just an incidental gain and a cover-up. What a good move. I think Capullo will probably have a headache for some time." Horn paused for a moment and said, "Mr. Helsing, go ahead. From today onwards, we, Beth Cod, will no longer be involved in old party-related business. Unavoidable business dealings will be handled by the Moss family's agent. Please arrange an appointment with Old Cage for me. I need to talk to him properly."

"Yes, Master. Is there anything Young Master needs me to convey for you?" The butler asked carefully.

Horn shook his head, "There's no need. At least the first round of the combat skill examination. With Alan's strength, there's no need to worry."

Alan was excited for a while when he heard that he could become Windsor Belo's personal student. In the following week, he temporarily canceled his study trip to Hughton's every night and went to the training hall to report instead. Alan was actively preparing for the battle, even though he shared Horn's confidence in the combat skill assessment. But past experience had taught him to be prepared at all times.

The lion fought the rabbit with all its might. It was a big deal, and Alan didn't want to drop the chain at any critical point. After returning to the castle on the weekend, he exchanged the time for the gravity chamber for the first time. But on Sunday, he only had one morning of routine training in the combat training area. In the afternoon, he went to Levin Town to see the children that William had taken in.

Horn looked at it and secretly praised it. To be able to maintain a calm state of mind before a great battle was a quality that an expert should possess!