After the regular meeting, Matthew Cullen sat in the classroom for a long time, and only when the classroom was almost empty and the school building was almost empty, did he pack up his books and leave the classroom slowly.

For a strictly self-disciplined nobleman under the moon, this slightly casual attitude is very rare.

But he needed time, a slightly more independent place to think about the problem, to think about what he should do next.

Earlier today, his cousin, Sir Friedman, sent him a message asking him to sit and chat in the Triple A Club lounge in Fort Alpha after his regular meeting. Because the timing is very sensitive, Matthew must sort out his recent words and deeds to make sure that he has not done anything that others misunderstand.

Fortunately, after introspection, he found that he was still cautious enough.

When he left the teaching building, Matthew saw the class leader Jiang Yu, and although he wondered why Jiang Yu was still near the teaching building so late, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Everyone has everyone's freedom, everyone has everyone's troubles, and he should now focus on his own troubles.

The shortcut between the Nine Schools and Alpha Castle is as bleak as ever.

Because of the remoteness of the area, the withered vines hanging on the promenade seemed to have not been cleared for a long time, and the breeze blew and made a sparse rustling sound, as if a squirrel was peeping in the bushes.

The portraits hanging from the corridors on both sides of Fort Alpha were much cleaner than they had been the last time they had visited, and the copper plates on the outside of the frames that had been riveted glistened in the firelight. Different from the external changes, the old people in the portrait are as irritable and stubborn as ever.

"Damn red robe, one more look will dirty my eyes!" an old man in a wig shouted at Matthew, "Who brought me a basin of water?!"

"One generation is not as good as the next...... another little old lady holding a smoking pot chattered and complained: "One generation is not as good as the next...... They're letting those red-robed people into Alpha's castle now!"

Complaints like these come and go, and Matthew is used to it.

He walked quietly and quickly through the world of the old people, and soon came to his cousin's common room. Along the way, the Alpha students he met were all in a hurry, or running around with banners and slogans, but no one embarrassed the red-robed Cullen child.

When he arrived at the lounge, Sir Friedman had just seen off a grey-robed guest and was putting a thin blanket over the dressing mirror at the entrance to the lounge.

"I don't know what the wrong medicine it took, and it's become more and more rude lately. ”

After noticing his cousin's curious and polite eyes, Sir explained, "I just asked the alchemist of the school to check it, but I didn't find anything unusual...... In short, it is always possible to cover it with a blanket first. ”

"All the full-length mirrors will shut up under the blanket. Matthew Cullen smiled in agreement.

"It's better to die than to be free!" shouted the dressing mirror, which had not yet been completely covered by the blanket.

Sir Friedman tugged hard, and with his hands and feet, he used the blanket to 'seal' the mirror underneath. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and unbuttoned his cuffs quite unconventionally.

"Amber light or green bee?" Sir asked Matthew as he walked to the small bar in the lounge, raised his glass in his hand, and gestured.

This kind attitude and the soothing atmosphere in the lounge caught Matthew off guard.

He thought he was going to face even heavier pressure.

"Pureblood will do. Matthew stood in front of the couch and replied a little reservedly.

Sir Friedman shrugged and poured half a glass of blood and amber light into the cup in front of him, and filled Matthew's cup with a full glass of pure blood.

"If you want to drink warm, the copper stove is over there. Sir gestured in the other direction of the lounge with his hand holding the glass, and then added, "But I think in this restless season, in this restless environment, it is better to drink some cold blood to refresh yourself." ”

When it was time to serve the main course, Matthew took a light breath, straightened his waist, and showed a standard smile on his face: "It's good to have cold blood." ”

Jazz nodded in satisfaction.

"I came to you today to hear your opinion. Friedman didn't go around in circles, but said what he meant: "The conflict between the two houses has affected the image of the entire school in the wizarding world, and the teaching of the school, which is the foundation of First University's standing in the wizarding world. ”

"Professors may have all sorts of ideas, but as role models for young wizards, we can't turn a blind eye to them. ”

"What do you think about reconciling the contradictions between the two academies?"

This question was completely unexpected by Matthew Cullen. He originally thought that his cousin had come to him to get him to side with Alpha Academy, to criticize the wrong education system and rigid teaching philosophy, or to get him to speak out in support of the struggle of the Fish-Man tribe in Linzhong Lake.

Just like poor Nicholas classmates.

To his surprise, Sir Friedman did not make him the difficult choice, but instead gave him a surprising choice.

"Reconciling the conflict between the two colleges??" Matthew repeated his cousin's question with his glass, chewing on every word of the sentence to make sure he understood the same meaning as his cousin was trying to express.

The bright red blood, unadulterated with a little alcohol, swayed leisurely in the cup, leaving a shallow layer of hanging walls, like the crystal flesh of a peeled grape.

The young blood clan was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, and asked softly, "Is this the opinion of the Blood Friends Association?"

"No," Sir shook his head at once, "that's just my opinion as a member of the First University. ”

Matthew sighed in disappointment.

For a moment, he thought the sun was coming out of the west. But even if the sun doesn't come out of the west today, it certainly doesn't rise and set normally.

Because Sir Friedman, the head of the 3A Society, representing the most recalcitrant force in Alpha Academy, has just proposed the possibility of a truce to a student of Nine Haves Academy.

Even if neither of them has the right to make the final decision on all this.

It's already a pretty magical thing.

"Do you have any plans?" said Matthew Cullen's eyes, with a hint of excitement - if he could successfully thread the needle in this matter and restore peace and tranquility to the two houses, then he would be a hero to both houses.

Of course, this 'hero' may be in quotation marks, but even so, it is quite an amazing achievement for a first-year student.

He even regretted that he had come late today.