ps: Sorry for deleting the post, sorry, because seeing this problem has caused more and more conflicts... I directly cut off the source of the topic~ It's not that you said it badly... I also think one million is a bit distorted, but I'm sorry for the plot~ I'm sorry...

ps1: Well... try to describe the new look of Camelo from a small perspective. In addition, this volume is mainly about developing the British Isles~

Buffon nervously pulled his backpack. He had been nervously doing this move several times in ten minutes. His eyes couldn't help but turn to his father. His father's big palm-fried hand was nervously frustrated, as if he was about to rub off the mud and calluses on it. His father was wearing a straw hat with little dirt on his head, but it was his father himself. When he thought of this, he complained to his father a little, why did he come here from afar? Their farmland is near the royal city. Isn't it good to be an excellent knight?

But reality is cruel after all. Buffon could not resist his father's orders no matter what, he could only compromise helplessly.

Actually, it's pretty good here... Buffon turned his head and looked around. There were many cute girls, most of them were girls from Hongyeling, with a fresh and vigorous atmosphere. Both braids and clothes were beautiful. With that face, there seemed to be no overlapping...

Buffon thought to himself that he was not so nervous.

There was a sudden noise from the crowd, and then the adults suddenly half-kneeled, while the girls let out a burst of stimulating screams, which reminded Buffon of the female civet in the estrus in the jungle behind the farm.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Buffon was panicked and was slapped heavily in the head.

"Idiot, kneel down quickly, it's Lord Sage!" Dad's thick voice came over.

A dizzy feeling wandered overhead, and Buffon quickly lay on the ground.

At this time, he realized that the people nearby had already knelt on the ground, some of whom were half kneeling, which was above citizens and the goal of Buffon's future struggle, while some people bowed and bowed, either knights or nobles, and Buffon was beyond his reach.

The crowd dispersed and made way for the way. The sound of horse hooves crisply on the stone slabs slowly came. Buffon could no longer help but look up slightly with curiosity.

The first thing I saw was a pair of cold and ruthless silver pupils.

This beautiful short-haired woman had a breath of no stranger. After seeing that the owner of her eyes was a boy, she looked away and looked at the silver and cold eyes in the crowd, as if she wanted to choose someone and eat them.

After a chill at her eyes, Buffon quickly lowered his head, but with a lucky heart, Buffon raised his head again, this time he found the person he wanted to see.

They were eyes that were as warm as the sun. The green amber pupils were endless tenderness, the long silver hair and the reflection of the sun were like silver light flashing. They were wearing white robe and holding a brass cane in their hands, but they looked very good.

Riding a white horned, tall and big horse, he seemed to notice Buffon's gaze. He lowered his head and raised his hand and smiled slightly. Buffon's mind was filled with fear. He just smiled foolishly and walked over on his horse. Before he could come back to his senses, he was slapped in the back of his head. He vaguely heard his father's roar, "Idiot, lower his head, can you see Lord Sage..."

Buffon was quite dissatisfied with the slapping. Although he was envious of the sage's peerless beauty, the two of them were also human beings. If he went to fight to kill the enemy in the future and made achievements, why could he not be the leader of the round table, the Grand Duke?

But all this was messed up by my dad.

Thinking that he would sit at the desk in the future and watch the group of knights return in triumphant success, Buffon was about to collapse.

The father was taken to the registration office in a daze. The first thing he said when he came to his senses was his father's embarrassing voice: "What? Are there five silver coins? This...this..." Five silver coins! They brought ten silver coins before they arrived here, but after passing the journey and not calculating the travel expenses, their travel expenses are no longer enough for five silver coins.

My father was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and touched his body, but he never found the money to collect a silver coin.

I felt angry, and Buffon wanted to shout: Isn’t it just a silver coin? I will make more money in the future! I don’t want to come here to go to school...

But a female voice cut off the sound of his opening voice: "The rules cannot be broken, but they can be compromised. What is your name?"

"I, I am John Shrek." Dad said as if he had found a life-saving straw.

The registered woman, who seemed to have a ponytail on the back of her head, flipped through the notebook next to her. It was made of a stack of white paper, recording some things on it.

"Mr. John, you have taxed Camelot 6,000 kilograms of food in 20 years (actually very little! Trust me, twenty years!) Your contribution value has reached 6,420 points. If you want, you can pay thirty points to make your child tuition waive in the next six years." John opened his mouth happily and was about to speak, but the woman said again: "It's just that your child's tuition and miscellaneous fees will become an economic burden for your family, so my advice is to pay 100 points to make your child tuition and miscellaneous fees in the next six years. We will do everything for your child."

"Okay, okay." There is such a good thing in the world. How could Dad John disagree? He nodded with joy and excitement on his face, and then clearly pressed his handprint on the paper handed over by the woman.

For the first time in his life, ten-year-old Buffon had a clear understanding of something: something called a contribution point is a good thing!

Then Buffon was taken in by a young man who was still childish on his face and seemed to be a few years older than him.

The young man had fluff at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were shiny, and he held his hand with a cold touch, without sweat, and the coldness was comfortable.

The young man who looked a few years older than him had a relaxed smile on his face, which made Buffon a little bolder. He asked him a little, but explained to him in detail. The two of them slowly walked towards the campus.

Keral's office is the principal's office.

Keral rubbed his eyes that were sore because he had been working for twelve hours, and asked to the people around him, "What is the situation of enrollment now?"

"Eighty hundred people have been admitted to school in just three hours... the number is still growing." After wiping the cold sweat, Agons did not expect that ordinary civilians would have such great enthusiasm. Keral seemed to have expected this situation long ago - giving the poor people a chance, they would seize the opportunity and stalking them fiercely. Wherever he gave them now is a chance, it is simply a Avenue of Stars. No wonder the civilians are crazy.
Chapter completed!