Team villains except me

"By the way, why did you come to Carone alone? Are you here to watch the sword fighting competition? That's not interesting anymore. Why not go shopping in the market. The jewelry in Carone is very good!"

Jerry Wan made positive recommendations as he walked, taking Huette and Andre on the way home.

Andre was in high spirits.

"I think the sword fighting competition is very interesting. If you want to go to the market, which market should I go to? I also want to try the local food in Carone. By the way, Jerry, I heard that you have bandit forces here. Where are they? …”

"Xizhuo! You can't say it directly!"

Jerry Wan looked around nervously and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was paying attention.

"You will be beaten as an accomplice! Even if I am a member of the Wan family, I can't save you!

The people in power above have been going crazy for some reason recently, and they have taken care of this and that, and have arrested many people. So I don’t even want to go back to Carone during the holidays. But my teammates all went home for the holidays, and I invited them to come to my house to play. They didn't want to come, and there was nothing I could do.

My friends from Carone haven't come back yet either. The final exams at the Mehndi College have not yet been completed, and I participated in the summer practice at Lulitya. They traveled all over the country one by one without even seeing a human being. I can only wander around the street alone, dance and take a walk, and I will be bored out of my mind. "

Jerry Wan seemed to have really suppressed his feelings. He caught Hueter and Andre talking wildly.

Hueter looked at Jerry Wan with an unclear look and waited until he finished complaining before asking him.

"Who is the heir to your family?"

Each family will only have one heir, such as Barry Ban, Lacey and Zhuxiang. They are the future leaders of their respective families and are responsible for the industry and development of the family.

When it comes to choosing successors, some families value blood, some value ability, and some loyal believers believe in the will of the gods.

Jerry Wan doesn't look like the heir to the family.

Jerry Wan blinked and answered simply.

"It's me, you think I'm not worthy?"

Hutte looked at him lightly.

"It's not unworthy. You have no idea what it means for me to be here."

Jerry Wan was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing here? Why do I need to know-"

He reacted.

"Is our family causing trouble? No, it's a misunderstanding. It must be a misunderstanding! Our family is loyal to the King and Prince of Wools!"

Andre, who was watching the show from the side, witnessed the whole process. He smiled and patted Jerry Wan.

"Little Jerry, you really can't be the heir."

Jerry Van was anxious.

"No, I am really the heir! From now on, the Wan family will be mine! Really!"

Hueter ignored Jerry Wan's anxiety. He walked into the dark street and rang the bell on the eaves of a black wooden door with an unclear sign.

Jingle Bell--

Jerry Wan's expression changed.

"Why do you ring the bell so casually! Do you know what this store does..."

The black wooden door opened. Jerry Wan looked at the person and closed his mouth numbly.

The man who opened the door had bright green hair, but it was emitting a dark cyan light. His skin is very dark, but his blood vessels are white, and the blood flow can be seen clearly.

He doesn't seem to be human, but I can't tell what race he is.

The green-haired man held a knife in his hand, and there were some pieces of hair on the knife. What's not good is that there are some reddish-brown marks on it.

Jerry Wan shuddered as he thought of some horrific rumors.

The green-haired man looked at them with an expressionless face and a cold voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Jerry Wan: "Don't bother us, let's leave now!"

Hueter: "I need to change my hair color."

The green-haired man glanced at them, and after a while, he got out of the way into the store.

"welcome."

He said this and stiffly curved the corners of his mouth.

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Twenty minutes later, His Royal Highness the Prince of Remiaz walked out of the store with blue hair on his head.

Jerry Wan didn't dare to complain until the black wooden door was closed.

"Why is this underground styling salon doing all this? It looks like an underground research institute!"

Andre took a novel look at his afro in the mirror and casually replied, "How do you know this is not an underground research institute?"

Jerry Wan fell silent.

He moved to the side of the blue-haired Hute and asked him in a weak voice.

"Is there something wrong with Carone's underground research institute? Hute... Your Highness, it's not that we don't want to take care of it, but..."

"Jerry Wan, do you really know nothing?"

Hute spoke coldly, his emerald eyes filled with sharpness that could pierce the disguise.

Jerry Wan was stunned for a moment. He lowered his head hastily, not daring to meet Hutte's eyes. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only lower his head and walk forward in silence.

He actually knew. He knew that Carone was not a good place. Carone was full of violence and oppression, and he knew it all. But he is an aristocrat.

He just needs to watch from a distance, because it has nothing to do with him.

"Little Jerry, Hueter is here because of the changes that are about to happen in Carone. How much do you know about this change?"

Jerry Wan raised his eyes and found that he had followed Hutte and Andre into a closed room without knowing it.

He knew nothing of change.

But he soon found out.

He listened to Hute's calm voice describing the dirty ideas put forward by the nobles, and easily described Carone's future - Carone would become a hell for civilians.

He clenched his fists.

"…So, I need you."

The blue-haired eldest prince put forward his purpose at the end.

Hueter had plans for Jerry Wan the moment he laid eyes on him.

He needs a noble undercover.

The aristocracy of Carone was extremely exclusive. Conjuring up a convincing identity is not difficult, but it takes time. And he only had one week.

Jerry Wan unclenched his fist.

He met His Highness the Prince's gaze with a calm attitude.

"I won't help you. Do you have His Majesty the King's will? If not, then I'll pretend I haven't seen you today.

Those civilians were miserable—but what does that have to do with me, Jerry Wan? "