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Yes, we're talking about students now. It's not Reipter's big bunch of teenagers, it's the West End.

A car clearly headed towards Smith Manor pulled up to the side of the road.

"Before going home. Lydia Smith looked at Eve, who was writing homework in the passenger seat, tangled blood threads wrapped around textbooks and notes, fixed in the space in the car, Eve quickly solved the homework left by school in this environment, and when she got home, she didn't have time to do this kind of thing, now she just used all the time she could use.

Lydia seemed a little upset, because Eve used her reason that 'I have to help Eve with her homework, so I can't talk to you, brother (Mr. Smith)', but that wasn't a reason for her to stop, "Mr. and Mrs. Falken are here today. The corners of his lips twitched, "It's probably still there." ”

"Yes. Eveen sighed, not looking responsive.

Lydia knew that if she didn't get to the point, Eve wouldn't care about this kind of Westside social behavior, "My brother (Smith) and Mr. Falken have been talking about things in the office, and Fiona ......"

Eve tilted her head slightly, her tone was mildly sarcastic, indicating that she was listening, "Falken's family." Hmph, I don't understand you West Siders, Fiona is the true heir to the Falken family, 'Mr. Falken' hehe, 'Mr. Falken'. ”

The meaning of the message should be quite obvious, the West End people talk about things, it should be Smith and Fiona talking, the Mr. Falken who came to the West End, what is it.

Lydia frowned, not knowing if she was provoked by that point, "The problem of the inferiority of men and women, isn't it a problem left over from your time, you can't understand it here now??"

I don't know what homework Eve is writing, the book is densely packed with words. Eve's hand holding the pen shook slightly, and the knotted blood thread turned over the page. It was also taking advantage of this gap that Eve glanced sideways at Lydia, "Real rights, never care about gender." Turning his head, "There is no so-called my time, I have lived until now." "Terrier of eternal life," there are more women who know that they have the power. The king of the former colonizers, the queen, the ancestor of the Mokawi clan, is a woman, I am a woman......" shrugged, "Sibella is a woman, Aethera is a woman, you are a woman." What's the use of complaining, it's just that you don't work hard. ”

Lydia pursed her lips, too lazy to argue about the issue, if only she could summarize it if she didn't work hard, she didn't need to worry about the ownership of the Smith family's property now, "Don't talk about that, I'm going to talk about Fiona." "Speeding up the process because of impatience," Fiona knew who we were. ”

A short paragraph had only been written on the new page, when Eve's pen stopped and looked at Lydia, "What do you mean by 'knowing who we are'?"

"Knowing that you are not my stepdaughter, that you are my maker, 'mother', knowing that Flender is not my husband either, just, partner. Knowing Remer, knowing the vampires, knowing that our purpose is Smith, everything. ”

Eve was silent for two seconds, "Who, told her." "Don't tell me!" suddenly became irritated, "I think I know who it is!"

Lydia replied anyway, in a deliberately provocative tone to avenge the topic of power and women just now, "It's Grande's Torrey......"

Lydia interrupted, "I know it's him!"

Lydia knew that her revenge had succeeded, and tilted her head with a smile, "Anyway, she knows everything, so it is quite convenient for Mr. Falken to be with her brother, and she can talk to us about things without any scruples." Of course, after a little curiosity, it was basically a serious discussion about the future direction of the West End. "Adjusted the sitting position in the driver's seat, a little smug, "Discuss with me~"

Naturally, you still have to be complacent, Lydia's rights in the Smith family have not been consolidated, isn't it, and now there are already people who recognize her as the future representative of the Smith family~ Of course, we have to be relieved because after returning home, we all know that it will not be Lydia's turn to be complacent, and the person who controls Smith's future will be Eve.

Eve seemed to have given up on her homework altogether, frowning and thinking about something. The results of the thinking begin with a nod, "Okay." The corners of his mouth tugged, "Now that you know, you know, it's a good thing." "It seems that it is just an assessment of the current state of the Westside," because of the presence of Mrs. Quinne, the Patton family is still on the right track every step of the way, including the transfer of the Southside asylum to Quinin. The Stone family has the mayor and Smith has us. Glancing at Lydia, "Fisher's 'misstep' in Puerto Massa has proven that the Fisher family and the Falken family, without the 'assistance' of any insider, will only be used by some, hum, and magic feasts. Now, it's good that there is a Fiona who knows everything. ”

Because the topic involved the future of the people of the West End, an important future, Lydia was a little more serious and nodded, "I think so too." Fiona herself seems to be very clear about her position, and it is because of her that Fisher finally stopped transporting people from the Republican side. ”

Eve raised an eyebrow, "How did she do it?" as if genuinely curious, "Don't be mistaken, I'm glad that the West End people have been preparing for so long for the plan to frame Liszt to be implemented." Aethra's campaign office, as the first step in closing the net, opened extremely smoothly. Hehe, but the timing was just right for Fisher to finally give up on human transport. Fiona, how did you convince Fischer?"

"'Advice from friends'. Lydia raised her eyebrows, "That's what Fiona said~" The tone was a little peculiar, and she smiled, "Hehe, what kind of person is Fiona, I'll talk to you when I have time~" What do you mean to say later? Okay, a little hint, "You know, in the scriptures I grew up, I never looked at Fiona as a sister, and at one point I thought that she was just a rascal with long hair, and the only consolation was that she, a rascal, stood by our side." "Around the West End.

Do you still remember Fiona's love for the sport of 'swinging', the collection of various sticks that occupy space in the Falken family office~ Now may be a good time to slander where Fisher's habit of using wild animals as decoration and his hobby developed. Well, it's the psychological compensation from when you grew up with a 'hooligan' girl and became friends.

Zach said that Fiona was strong. That's the point.

Eve didn't know if she understood, raised her eyebrows, and pushed the topic forward, "Is there anything I need to pay attention to?" "But it's a fact that I'll talk to Fiona directly when I get home, and now Lydia's reason for stopping and explaining is clear, that is, she needs to inform her in advance.

"Fiona wants to support us, to support Reimer, but she came up with one thing, well, I know how to say, she doesn't want us to come to the stage, that is, brother, will still be the face of Smith, Fiona's support, will go completely out of the shadows. ”

Explained. ”

She said that just as she would have been willing to push Mr. Falken to the front, many things were surprisingly convenient to do, though Mrs. Falken was missing. She believes that our identities cannot last long in the human world......"

Interrupted, "Does she really know Reimer? "The idea is that Rymer can age like a human being over time, which means that in a hundred years, Lydia and Eve may not exist, but 'Little Lydia' and 'Little Eve' will always exist.

"It's just understanding, that's what I said. "Lydia's position seems to be a little ambiguous, as if she doesn't know who to help," she said, she said, since we can exist forever, then staying in the shadows is the way to play the most role, and once it becomes the surface, some things will have resistance. With the direction of Smith's development now, Smith is changing the dark side of the past little by little, which is actually the exact opposite of our purpose. And we have to think about the future of Kepler, she's us, uh, well, my own niece, and I can't think of her as a consumable that just comes with our forever run Smith family. ”

Eve frowned and said something like this, "I don't mind taking Kepler if you wish, anyway, there is no precedent for talent, I have already opened." "Uh, what do you mean by that, you're going to turn Capler into Remer?? Wait a minute, no, I mean to complain that Lydia isn't a descendant of Remer's standards!

Lydia reacted super quickly, rolled her eyes and waved her hand, "What about my brother? Maybe I rarely show it, but I love him, he is my own brother." Do you want to turn him into Ramer, hmph, it's simple, a short inheritance consciousness, Smith is already our Ramer's. ”

"Nope. "There's no way your brother can be Rimmel." "Why?" he is used to living as the head of Smith's family, and my purpose is to control Smith myself, and to put it mildly, I will snatch Smith from him, not give him something that is already his, and give it to him more 'legally'. So, it's a matter of principle.

Lydia glanced sideways at Eve, didn't speak, only raised her hand, the point has been proven that once Reimer really masters Smith, the humans in Smith are just incidental consumables, or the kind of consumables that have no value. At least as long as Lydia's identity is still alive, Lydia herself will have a hard time accepting such a result.

Eve frowned and sighed, "Okay, I see, let me think about it." "Don't promise anything," I still have to talk to this Fiona and hear what she plans to decide. ”

"That's what I'm asking for. Lydia received an answer to her petition, nodded, and restarted the car.

It didn't last long to set off again, "Wait a minute. Eve's hand on the workbook, which she finally got back on, reached out to Lydia and held it, "Who's over there......" looked sideways at a place in the quarantine forest that was used to isolate the various manors and provide ** protection for these West End people.

Lydia slowed down obediently, "What kind of person? I don't feel anything?" Whenever she is, she is proving that she is really not a qualified third-generation Reimer, hey......

Eve pursed her lips, "Keep it open, I'll take a look." ”

'I', just a line of red blood floating out of a crack in an open car window.

The blood threads twisted for a moment on the window, the segments twisted together from each other. Hey, a butterfly.

A butterfly in the wind had just flapped its wings twice and moved a little in that direction when it was slapped back to the rear window by the force of the wind that could blow the human face away.

Lydia and Eve looked back at the butterfly twitching on the car window.

"Seriously, you can't make anything else......" Lydia didn't finish.

"I love butterflies!" forcibly interrupted. Eve stopped looking and concentrated on her homework.

As for the butterfly, it crawled to the road with difficulty, swaying in the cold wind, crossing the road, little by little, in the direction of the isolated forest.

Let's climb slowly, anyway, it's not our favorite guy who is anxiously waiting.

Yes, someone is waiting for Eve. Hamilton Lesenbra.

He looked at the car in the distance with a distorted expression, Reimer! Damn Reimer! Sensing my presence, the car didn't stop driving straight over...... Wait a minute, what's that? Butterfly?

I don't know how long it took for the butterfly to finally enter the woods. Overall, the wind had become lighter, but the swaying air still made the butterfly swaying and approaching Hamilton, who had to show respect in the other's field of vision.

Homage is the suppression of vampire blood. So, it must.

"You feel like that, well, Tsmich?" said the butterfly, and said it wrong. Not Eve on purpose, it was her

"No!" lowered his head gloomily, "I'm Lesenbra!"

"Oh, those bloody guys, sorry. "No sincerity," I don't know you well. ”

"You Reimer don't know anyone well!" still kept his head down, and he had to adjust his expression before he could look up, didn't he?

"That's true. So, what are you doing here?" Butterfly is very direct, because he doesn't have much time to ask this guy, homework is the first thing, and then there is the distraction to think about how to talk to Fiona about Smith's future, this Lesembra who is not familiar at all, who has time to pay attention to him!

"I think we should meet once officially, Reimer ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a butterfly, "yes, then next time." "It's nothing special, it's just that when I entered Smith Manor, I saw Falken's car leave, and who knows when the next time I will have a chance to meet Fiona will be," I have something to do right now. ”

The butterflies disperse directly. (To be continued.) )