I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

"Ha, of course I know she's my granddaughter, otherwise I wouldn't have saved her when that Hex mechanic accused her of stealing other people's achievements."

Stevan glanced at Abigail, only to feel that those red eyes, which were completely different from those of the Philos family, were even more dazzling.

In the past, Camille always said that this girl possessed the talent of Hextech, but in the end, except for one achievement that was accused of plagiarism, there was only the design of the stolen Hextech pressure valve left.

Stevan even suspected that the design had been plagiarized as well.

It didn't surprise Stevan that the lowly dirty blood that had been inherited from her mother could do such shameless things,

Or he had expected it.

What reason does a person who can only bring stains to the family have to stay at home?

Stevan had long wanted to kick her out of the house, but for some reason, his sister Camille preferred this cripple mixed with the dirty blood of the lower classes.

This made Stevan even more annoyed—the Ferros family belonged to him, even Camille was only serving herself, and she owed it to herself!

What reason does she have to interfere with her decision?

Although he was angry at his sister's ultra vires, but thinking that he needed Camille's strength, Stevan didn't explode, but kept it in his heart.

But now, Camille has no reason to stop me.Stevan thought, he looked at the thin and thin Abigail, and thought that she was already 14 years old. As a member of the Philos family, it is the duty of every Philos to marry for the benefit of the family!

"Of course, this is a thing of the past. I called you here today to tell you about your future." Stevan coughed twice, "That's about your marriage."

"I've chosen a fiancé for you, Huggins Abino, of the Abino family, and he's a fine lad—"

Hearing this, Abigail pursed her cherry-colored thin lips tightly, and her heart sank—although she had been prepared for a long time, she still didn't expect that her own grandfather would really push herself into the fire pit.

She might not have remembered it in anyone else, but Hudgens Abino was different.

This is a man with a lot of bad marks in the upper class of Piltover. All the negative words you can imagine, such as arrogance, temper, greed, lust and even stupidity, can be perfectly reflected in him.

"Grandpa, your definition of good seems to be different from ordinary people." She gritted her teeth and said word by word.

"What did you say?" Stephen trembled with anger when he heard this, his pale eyebrows immediately stood upright, and he growled: "What about your manners! It was your mother who came from the lower class who made you speak in the elders. Did you interrupt me when you said something?!"

You shouldn't have even the slightest good thought about him.Abigail took a deep breath, her ruby-like eyes regained her composure, and she looked into Stevan's eyes: "I disappoint you, I won't marry."

"It's up to you! The engagement ceremony will be held in a month, and I tell you, I have the final say on this family!" Stevan roared and threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, smashing the exquisite porcelain, just like Abby Gail's heart.

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Chapter 149 Chapter 19 Life Mentor Qing Gangying

"It's up to you! The engagement ceremony will be held in a month. Let me tell you, I have the final say on this family!"

Stevan roared and threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and the fine china was smashed to pieces, just like Abigail's heart.

She tightly pursed her cherry-colored thin lips, and glared at Stevan Fellowos with almost disobedient eyes.

"Get out!" Stevan rebuked, pointing to the outside of the study.

Trembling slightly, Abigail took a deep breath, skipped over her grandfather, and nodded politely at Camille Fellowes: "May the gears go round."

She clearly only spoke to Camille, but she didn't specify the target.

Abigail's dreamy voice sounded like the whisper of a lake nymph, but to Stevan's ears it sounded like harsh sarcasm.

Then, without waiting for Stevan to have another attack, she controlled the mechanical wheelchair under her body and left the study calmly, with Stevan's exasperated voice echoing in her ears.

"Look at her! Camille, look at her! She doesn't look like Philos! She was born with the dirty blood of the lower class..."

Bang!

The door closed, and the hideous voice fell silent. Abigail stopped in the corridor for a while, staring at the portrait of a certain generation of Patriarchs.

It was a graceful lady, dressed luxuriously, with her hands folded naturally, and she was sitting in the painting where her grandfather, Stevan Fellowos, was sitting in the study behind her.

She was sitting in front of that plain desk, behind her was a wall made of family crest and glass, and the bright sunlight shone on her body.

She looked down at Abigail, the deep blue eyes of the Philos family meeting her ruby ​​pupils.

There was a confident and majestic smile on the corner of her mouth, and her naturally folded hands held the supreme authority—the authority of the Philos family.

Abigail watched the ancestor calmly and carefully, suddenly envious of her.

Not envious of her blue eyes, but envious of her power and freedom, at least she doesn't have to worry about marrying someone she doesn't like.

Abigail is happy with the pure red eyes she has - to hell with the so-called clear blue eyes that represent House Philos.

This is not the first time she has ignited her ambition for power. She lost her parents since she was a child, because of her red eyes and sickly body, she has always been the object of disgust by those who have the same blood as herself in the Philos family.

Therefore, she learned to control her emotions from an early age, knowing that letting her emotions control her would only make things worse

cake.

The best way is to be rational and calm bit by bit, using your own mind and research to shut up those arrogant and stupid Philos.

Once, when Abigail obtained a bachelor's degree from the Piltover Institute of Technology and Magic and successfully applied for a higher degree, she also imagined that all her family members would respect her and her grandpa would become amiable. .

But the hexman's accusation almost ruined him... Abigail still doesn't know why the manuscript left by her father has anything to do with other hexmen.

But it doesn't matter now, she smiled slightly, and a pear dimple appeared on her expressionless and delicate cheeks in the past. Although it looked a little stiff and unnatural, the bright morning light still paled at this moment.

Or maybe I should thank him.she thought.

He made himself understand that there is no point in expecting the respect of others, the most important thing is to become stronger himself.

Respect is the cheapest commodity. As long as the benefits are large enough, one's relatives can even kneel down and lick other people's boots flatteringly.

So since then, Abigail has devoted herself to research, hoping to make a name for herself in the Piltover scientific community.

The last genius scientist, Justalis, was her role model. He had successfully escaped the shackles of fate by relying on his great discovery of using Hex crystals, and became the object of everyone's fawning.

But it wasn't long before Abigail discovered a desperate truth—she was missing one of the most important things about inventing.

inspiration.

She couldn't find her direction at all, and her mind was empty, so she could only go to the big library every day, hoping that reading would help her.

Until she entered the main study of Philos family just now, Abigail has been very grateful for her insistence on going to the big library every day. This move did not bring her inspiration, but it made her meet Watson.

What a wonderful encounter.

She even began to imagine that she would partner with Watson in the future, and together they would become the scientists that all the nobles in Piltover needed to curry favor with, just like Justalis and his assistant Victor.

But before such a wonderful picture scroll could be put into reality, Stevan tore it to pieces.

She no longer has the need to control her emotions, she wants to cry, she wants to smash something, but these years of habits have given her an extra mask called calm, even if she doesn't control it, she can't do it What too many emotional expressions.

just thinking in my mind,

I have no future.

Abigail kept repeating this sentence in her mind, and her eyes dimmed. She wanted to frantically search for someone who could save her in her mind, but finally found that she had reached a dead end.

I will be engaged in a month. Even with Watson's help, this time is not enough time for me to get rid of the control of the Philos family.

Heh, he is really vicious and thoughtful as always.The corner of Abigail's mouth curled into a sarcasm, and Camille, who was the only one who could save herself, was also blocked by this "sacrifice for the family" righteousness.

But you, you, you won't get it.Abigail's gaze gradually became darker, and under her calm scarlet pupils was the madness brought about by despair. She retracted her gaze and was about to leave here.

"Sacrificing yourself for the family is Philos' duty, Gail."

At this time, Camille's voice came from behind her, and at the same time, there was the sound of her own footsteps—the sound of a pair of sharp metal blades piercing the wooden floor.

Dole, dole, dole.

Philos' duty?Ha, am I not a bastard with dirty blood?With her back turned to her, Abigail tightly pursed her small mouth, did not speak, but thought a little angrily in her heart.

And at this moment, Camille said another sentence.

"But if the sacrifice is not in line with the value you represent, it will be harming the interests of the Philos family, and I will not allow such a thing to happen."

Abigail held her breath slightly, turned her face, and looked up, she saw the blue light of the Hex core on Camille's chest, just like her blue eyes.

With her left hand behind her back, Camille leaned down, and her right hand lightly stroked Abigail's little face, which was said to be fair, more like pale, as if admiring a fragile work of art.

"Remorse smoothes the edges of our souls, Gail. The best way to avoid it is to fight it head-on."

She withdrew her hand and straightened up: "I know you must have something to say to me, let's go, go to your small workshop, although it's very busy recently, but there is always time for a cup of tea."

Hearing this, Abigail's eyes dimmed and her heart beat faster. She suddenly knew how to save herself—to prove that her value was far higher than the value brought by the marriage.

In this way, even his grandfather Stewan cannot use himself as a tool for marriage, and the head of the family cannot decide everything with one word, especially when it comes to family interests.

My grandfather may never have known his sister, and the illusory authority of the Patriarch deceived him.

She and Camille left the main house, and the bright sunshine warmed Abigail, dispelling the coldness in her heart a little. She thought about how to persuade Camille to help her.

The two came to the workshop of the small garden villa, and Abigail personally made a cup of Yuwu from Yunzhi Province in Ionia for her aunt—this kind of tea is extremely rare and the production is very small. focus, get closer

spiritual realm.

No one has verified whether it can be close to the spiritual field, but the effect of refreshing and improving concentration is still very significant.

Because of this property, it's the drink of choice for Piltover Hextech scientists, and it's never in short supply.

The tea cake in Abigail's hand is not much, only a small piece, which was given to him by Professor Heimerdinger as a graduation gift when he graduated.

Speaking of which, after that incident, I haven't visited Professor Heimerdinger for almost half a year, so let's take this opportunity to visit his old man.

Abigail put the teacup in front of Camille in a strange way, the lingering heat accompanied by the fragrance of the tea leaves reminded her of that funny, great and respectable yordle scientist.

"It's not polite to be distracted when entertaining guests." Camille took a sip from her teacup gracefully, and smiled slightly: "But for the sake of the tea, I forgive you."

"I heard from your maid that you stayed in the workshop last night?"