But tomorrow's ceremony is an indispensable role. Now that he dies because of you, how do you think you should save it?"

Under the invisible pressure brought by Camille's cold gaze, Ello's face turned from red to pale, and his heart was struggling for a while, and murmured: "Sage, I, I, I am willing to risk blasphemy tomorrow to become a 'prayer' instead of Joyce, even if the soul, the soul will fall into hell forever."

"Brother Ello, the sublimation of faith is the ability to make such a choice," the bald young man's eyes turned from the cold winter to the vivid summer. "Tonight we will pray to the gods together, may he accept the piety of your contribution and forgive your holy blasphemy.

In this way, perhaps after tomorrow you will not only not be sentenced, but will instead be blessed by the Lord's grace to become a wise man like me!"

"Become a sage, I, I also have the opportunity to be a sage and you?" Elo asked with wide eyes as if he had found a broad road leading to glory in the mud of despair.

"Of course, Elo, as long as he can get the favor of the 'god', what's impossible to happen?" Camille smiled with compassion on his face, turned his head and looked out the window, his eyes seemed to penetrate the curtains, and he whispered like he saw the quiet night and the vast starry sky: "It depends on tomorrow..."

The leader of the Truth Society couldn't help but pray that everything would go well tomorrow, while his potential enemy, Zhang Lisheng, was wearing ridiculously fat clothes, sat in an open-air restaurant on the edge of Harvard's open campus, holding a can of cold Coke, and looking thoughtfully at the noisy crowd not far away.

"Sen Li again suggested that you try cold beer and drink a big glass in one breath, and you will know that this is the 'drink' you should drink on the streets in summer." Seeing the young man's incompetent appearance, a white man with a mustache on his chin opposite him shouted.

Then he looked around for a few times, and mysteriously took out a row of test tubes fixed in the shiny iron box from under the dining table, lowered his voice and said, "Of course, if you just said 'you can't drink', actually think the beer is not strong enough, I have some 'private work' to supply."

The man had a handsome facial features and a tall and strong figure. When he saw him take out the iron box, Zhang Lisheng felt inexplicable. Suddenly, he saw Tracy standing up from the plastic chair, crossing Shelia to pick up a test tube filled with transparent liquid from the box and drinking it all. He sighed in relief and shouted loudly: "Oh, it turned out to be a top vodka.

Fried, I didn’t expect you to get this kind of thing in the open-air restaurant on campus.”

The laws of the United States have strict alcohol bans. The laws of each state are different, but the general situation is that young people can drink beer legally at the age of 18 and spirits at the age of 21. However, the alcohol ban is completely released in public and they have to wait until they are twenty-three.

Although the implementation of the prohibition laws is generally very relaxed in special occasions such as university celebrations, it is easy to cause trouble if it is too arrogant.

"Trishy, ​​whisper, there are young people under the age of twenty-three at our table. I don't want to cause any trouble for myself and the kind-hearted bartender who sells me." Fried looked at the girl who had been a little disobedient after drinking a few beers tonight, and said in a low voice.

"Oh, 'iron' Fried also has nervous times. If you are afraid, don't keep trying to persuade people who don't want to drink." Tracy replied slightly drunk.

Zhang Lisheng was stunned and realized that the girl was trying to stand up for her. He shrugged indifferently and persuaded: "It's okay, Tracy, you know that when I go to a restaurant in New York, I occasionally drink some red wine..."

"But you don't want to drink now," Trissy interrupted the youth and said loudly, "Isn't it?"

The girl shouted several times to make the scene a little embarrassed. Fried coldly and took the opportunity to put the metal box filled with liquor back on the ground from the table and fucked the vodka with two test tubes. He pointed at Zhang Lisheng with a depressed smell and said, "Trishy, ​​you are all protecting this guy tonight. Is this okay? Especially you, you have never cared about Herb so much..."

As soon as he said half a word, Xielia, who was sitting next to her boyfriend, frowned and stopped him, "Fried, you are drunk, now close your mouth immediately."

"I'm not drunk, Shelia, what's drunk..." Fried said loudly, shook his head, but when he saw his girlfriend looking at him with cold eyes, he realized that if he said something more, things would become irreversible. He could only shut his mouth in depression, remain silent for a while, and whisper: "Yes, I'm drunk, and the beer is mixed with vodka in my stomach, which is really strong, but this confused feeling is good.

How about Herb, let's have another drink."

"It's good to suggest Fried, let's have another drink." A tall and thin man sitting next to Tracy replied with a wry smile.

The dinner party was so difficult that it could not continue. Two depressed men who were connected to the same life just called a barrel of beer. Zhang Lisheng and Tina wiped their mouths with napkins at the same time. The young man stood up and said, "I'm full. Herbert, it's very happy to know you. It's getting late. I think we should say goodbye."

Then Tina also stood up, held her boyfriend's arm, waved her hands at her two distressed boyfriends and said, "Goodbye, Herb, Fried."

“Goodbye Tina.

As for Mr. Zhang Lisheng, who has long been famous, we are very happy to know you. I wish you a happy night. Oh, I really don’t know why you don’t even drink beer so much.” Fried said drunkenly.

"Because there are two kinds of men in this world, one is me, and the other is other men." Zhang Lisheng shrugged and smiled slightly and turned around and left with his girlfriend.

After the two of them walked a few steps, Tracy and Xielia staggered to chase after them.

The four of them walked on Harvard's crowded and brightly lit campus avenue. After walking quietly for a while, they met three girls without saying anything. Zhang Lisheng suddenly said: "Trissian, Xielia, how much do you know about the 'Truth Society'?"

"The Truth Society, isn't that a club popular in many prestigious schools on the East Coast in recent years? I heard that it is a hodgepodge of 'Brothers', 'Sisters' and 'Reading Club', and Boston is one of its base camps." Seeing the silence atmosphere was broken, Tracy said with a sigh of relief in her heart.
Chapter completed!