On the day of the parade, Karan studied by himself in the school’s outdoor cafe.

The parade walked slowly along the main road. Most of them were students, and there were also some young faces who looked like faculty and staff. They all wore masks, black clothes, and black paint on their faces, and they were silent.

Hold banners and signs in an orderly manner.

The gendarmes watched from afar, keeping a safe distance from them.

Karan read the words on the sign - "Today's silence will be our epitaph tomorrow".

Among the crowd, Constance stood out very tall and tall. He did not wear a mask to cover his face. Several reporters were taking pictures of him, and he pressed the slogan in front of the camera with force.

Karan gently rubbed the pages between his fingers, unable to read the words on them.

Watching others speak out for their own race is a very delicate and complicated thing.

Just like Constance struggling to hold up a sign and wave it.

Karan does feel that he is a bit like Prince Charming who rescues the princess, or Pheidippitz who passes the torch, or Prometheus who steals the fire. He has the power of light, his eyes are firm and righteous, and his whole body is full of a sense of redemption.

She wants to help Constance.

But what worries her is that she is not attracted to his shining temperament.

The parade lasted about two hours. After it was over, Karan contacted Constance through the email address on her business card. She told Constance that she was very interested in the "Tower of Babel Society", but her ability was limited and she could only

Can assist with some behind-the-scenes work.

Constance quickly replied to her.

"Let's talk after the lab class next week."

Karan meets Constance in the bathroom after class.

She didn't understand why he chose this place every time.

"There is no surveillance here." Constance answered her doubts, "The management of us on the university campus is much stricter than you think."

Karan nodded.

Constance wanted to explain something to her, but Callan interrupted him.

"Your last name is Snow?" she asked. "Masefield Snow is your..."

"Cousin." This was obviously not the first time Constance answered this question. "We have the same great-grandfather, but my parents all grew up in Northern Europe, and 'Snow' is not a very influential surname there. I

I mean, it’s really rare, but that’s all.”

"Are you a boarding student?"

"Yes." Constance nodded sincerely, "Many people have asked this question since I came here. I have also met Snow White once or twice. Believe me, he has nothing in common with me."

This made Karan breathe a sigh of relief.

Constance gave her a USB flash drive: "I have some information here, maybe you should take a look. We will contact you after you finish reading it."

"No problem." Karan accepted the USB flash drive.

"Thank you for your help." Constance looked at her seriously, "You are very beautiful."

After he finished speaking, the two of them were stunned for a moment.

A little blush appeared on Constance's cheekbones, and he didn't know where to put his hands: "I mean... I believe you will perform well."

"My next class is about to start..." Karan looked at his watch.

"go quickly!"

Karan hurriedly separated from him. She was not sure whether Constance made a slip of the tongue or blurted out "You are beautiful" because of something else.

Before she put on the wig, she had never received similar compliments.

She felt a little joy deep in her heart, but more of it was boredom and boredom that almost overwhelmed her.

Over the weekend, Karan watched the latest episode of "Under the View."

This documentary finally gets to the Davis family.

The Davis family is ancient and powerful, having made its fortune in the Age of Discovery hundreds of years ago. Davis's ancestors were pirates who were recruited, and later gradually became the overlords who controlled the Invincible Fleet - at that time, Britain had the most powerful fleet in the world.

Sea power. Davis naturally entered the aristocratic class from the common people, and rose up step by step.

Today, Earl Davis still has great military influence.

After reading this, Callan understood what the marriage between Siover and Davis meant——

It's a combination of money and guns.

Very stable.

"Click."

Karan heard the door open, quickly closed the notebook, and then returned to the desk to pretend to review.

She heard Theovir's voice coming upstairs.

Every step seemed to step on her heart, bringing sharp fear and pain.

The door opened, and Siovel was dressed in black, with a silver cross hanging from his chest. His expression under his silver hair looked colder and more solemn than usual. He had prayed and had just come out of the confessional.

"Is the cold better?" Siovel hung up his coat and asked casually.

Karan didn't know when he started to say hello naturally.

"It's been fine a long time ago."

"Then do you want to try that today?" Xiovel untied his tie, "You promised last time but failed to fulfill it..."

"Are you going to teach me?" Karan interrupted.

Xiovel looked at her in surprise.

He thought Karan would get angry and refuse, but she just sat upright at the desk, even looking a little serious.

"There's nothing to teach...just keep your teeth." Xiovel whispered.

He walked to the edge of the chair, and it took Karan some time to touch his skin between the tedious clothes. His skin was always as pale and cold as marble, and the blood vessels were so clear that people suspected that the blood flowing inside was blue.

Colorful.

Before starting, Karan looked up at him slightly.

His jaw tightened and his fingers unconsciously stroked her cheek.

"I'm a little disgusted." Karan winced.

Siovel put his fingers deep into her hair: "You still have one last chance to take the initiative...don't wait for me to come."

There are clouds outside the window and the light is low.

A gust of wind blows out of the gap, and the breath is moist and rich, and a strange smell hits your nostrils. In this season, the empire is always rainy, but there is a different kind of gentleness in the gloom. The warm spring swallows up the cold winter bit by bit, and the rain and dew become more and more intense.

Rich, full life burst out of the ground overnight, splashing onto the warm and fertile land.

"Don't..." Xiovel kept frowning. After he finished, he saw Karan swallowing and quickly backed away, "It's too disgusting. Go brush your teeth."

Karan rolled his eyes and rushed to the sink to induce vomiting.

"You should take it out..." She retched.

"You shouldn't swallow it." Xiovel sneered.

"I can't completely control this! Even if I swim, I will choke on the water, right? Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Xiovir could only give her a pat on the back.

Karan raised her head from the pool, and Siovel wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" he asked.

"No." Karan quickly lowered his head and retched for a while.

Siovel leaned against the pool and asked her: "What is your purpose? Have you done something bad, or do you want me to buy you something?"

Karan saw his profile in the mirror.

He is so beautiful that you can believe in supernatural powers.

"No purpose." Karan wiped his mouth.

Xiovel's tone was lazy and slightly sarcastic: "You agreed without struggling and swallowed it... I think under normal circumstances you would fight with me like a wild cat."

"Maybe it's because I like you?"

An eerie silence filled the bathroom.

Before Xiovir could take back his relaxed and mocking expression, he was instantly occupied by a cold blankness.

Karan rinsed his mouth with a thin stream of water, and then wiped away the stains splashed elsewhere with a soft, dry towel.

"You can laugh at me now." She said flatly.

It took a long time for Xiovel to speak, his voice slow and cold: "Do you think this kind of joke is interesting?"

Karan looked at him in the mirror: "I'm not kidding, I'm just a little stronger than you and can handle this morbid emotion. And you don't even have the courage to admit its existence."
To be continued...