  Alford sighed and walked to his seat. 
  The hall was wide, with a table in the middle, and round the seats, and a different, elegant chair at the end of the table for the president, on which no one had yet seated. 
  The first, at the age of twenty-five, was comfortably propped up in a chair with red hair and gray eyes. 
  The other sits in moderation, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and calm features, at the age of nineteen. 
  Alford: "So...?" He passed his eyes between them. 
  So the first said, scratching his head: "A group of scum has entered the palace." 
  Alford snorted and looked at them in astonishment: "Really! How!? I have assigned a group to guard! I haven't received anything from them yet!? Zarya is he telling the truth?" 
  Zarya nodded in agreement while he put his hands on his head feeling misfortune.. 
  Alford mumbles: "The master will kill me." 
  Knock on the door S

  He does not have time to raise his head, but he feels that death is approaching more, and he increases the speed even more..
  He murmured to himself: "Fuck! Those meanders don't make me run in a straight line!" 
  He pulled out a necklace pocket and muttered, "I'm sorry, Tris." 
  He threw it hard at one of the zigzags to make sure that there was a trap behind it, so thorns came out of all the zigzags. 
  He stopped in shock for a moment, then began to run, trying to avoid her, and she obstructed him and made it difficult for him to run. 
  Worst of all, it is still a phenomenon that has not disappeared. 
  He swallowed his saliva and then he felt the end of the thorns approaching and the door far from him, he lay on his back and closed his eyes tightly and put his left cheek on the ground.. 
  The voice calmed down, and he slowly opened his eyes. 
  does not know how he survived, The

  Moments passed silently in which Taron raised an eyebrow, as if the little boy had done something wrong. 
  Ace walked toward Taron hesitantly and stood opposite him, looking at him silently. 
  Taron is bored and looks back at the newspaper: "It seems you haven't found a job yet." 
  Ace nodded hesitantly, then said, "But I got some money before going to school this morning, as a shoe cleaner." 
  He took the money out of his pocket and stretched it towards Tarun: "Look!" 
  Taron looked at Led Ace and then took the money from him. 
  Ace put his bag down as he went to make the coffee obediently, it didn't take long to come back and hand the coffee to Taron who, while taking the cup, poured a little on Ace's hand on purpose while the other moaned in pain.. 
  Tarun: "This is your punishment for the money you brought..." 
  Anger appeared on Taron's face, red with anger: "Don't call me

Alford sighed and walked to his seat. 
  The hall was wide, with a table in the middle, and round the seats, and a different, elegant chair at the end of the table for the president, on which no one had yet seated. 
  The first, at the age of twenty-five, was comfortably propped up in a chair with red hair and gray eyes. 
  The other sits in moderation, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and calm features, at the age of nineteen. 
  Alford: "So...?" He passed his eyes between them. 
  So the first said, scratching his head: "A group of scum has entered the palace." 
  Alford snorted and looked at them in astonishment: "Really! How!? I have assigned a group to guard! I haven't received anything from them yet!? Zarya is he telling the truth?" 
  Zarya nodded in agreement while he put his hands on his head feeling misfortune.. 
  Alford mumbles: "The master will kill me." 
  Knock on the door Shawn never disappointed. 
  "I told him to bring coffee," said Alford quickly. 
  Shawn rel

Chapter 55