"Do you know what Bai Zhizhi's attitude is?" she asked again.
Anyone can see the differences between them. The apprentice began to feel impatient. Could it be that my classmates thought that I should consider Joey's suggestion? He doesn't know how to teach at all. After asking me to change my mind and save face, he was going to find a reason to end this damn course, right?
"I think I know." Minnie said, "What did you do wrong? Are you lazy in class? Didn't do your homework?"
"It's not my fault."
"It's not your fault?" Ji Xing was greatly surprised, and Xiao looked at him with a strange look. Uriel was a little embarrassed. "If it's not your fault, how can it be Bai Zhizhi's fault?"
Yes, Joey is Kong Jing, the leader of the Tower's Ministry of Foreign Affairs. But this doesn't mean that he is the best mentor to Chloe. He didn't even have anyone to talk to before me, let alone an apprentice. Uriel missed the days in the church school. The writing was clear and the knowledge was concise and easy to understand. From the time he left the monastery, he had always thought that learning was a luxury, just like the rich enjoying delicious food and the nobles exercising power. He was proud of his hard work in reading and studying, as if he had stolen some kind of privilege that did not belong to him. What I lack is opportunity, not the ability to acquire knowledge.
"Why can't it be his fault?" the apprentice retorted. "He's not helpful at all."
Minnie stopped talking. Gissing seemed to look at him with some pity, as if he were a hopeless idiot. "What else do you want?" The descendant of the noble who is about to complete his apprenticeship said slowly, "The tower gives you the opportunity to contact the mysterious world and opens the door to the truth to you. The White Envoy is also appointed by Chloe To your mentor, I think he is also willing to guide you to become a true mystic. Does every apprentice who is lucky enough to come to the Tower of Sky have to choose his own mentor?"
"I know Shiro better than you do."
He's more like my friend and I trust him more than anyone else in Croita. But Uriel couldn't figure out his purpose. Maybe he didn't want me to be a garrison, even though that was what I expected.
"This has nothing to do with His Excellency Bai Zhizhi himself." Jixin reminded. "Do you think Mr. Oswide teaches well?"
"To be honest, I thought you were a better teacher."
Gissing did not deny this. "Because I know better where apprentices are lacking." He said, "Instructors are just people who give us knowledge, and it is our own business to learn how much we want. Mr. Osvid originally understood that he moved the class to the morning , we will remember it more firmly. But he has no obligation to do so. We are just his apprentices, and we still got such an opportunity after going through elimination... You don’t understand the price of becoming a mystic." In the end , Uriel even heard envy in his tone.
The apprentice begins to look at himself. Since lighting the fire became a mystery, he had yet to realize the power this identity brought him. At first, when Cecilia died at the hands of the undead, he spent all his time regrouping and determined to take revenge; then the news of Mr. Eads's departure made him very uneasy and flustered; fortunately, York and Painter With the help of these adventurer mercenaries, his inner desire was awakened, and he moved forward boldly in the conflicting battlefield between the Paladins and the mercenaries, the Kamaria elves and the werewolves.
Thanks to Gaia's blessing, he was able to go to Croita safely in the end.
After coming to the other world of Knox, Uriel was only now ready to digest the new destiny given to him by the mysterious man and the mysterious world. He finally realized that what he had not yet gotten rid of was not the influence of his old life, but the arrogance that accompanied the change in status - Did I take the help of Joey and Mr. Eds as a matter of course? Do I really think so?
For a while, Uriel seemed to be trapped in a dream of the future and an illusory phantom of glory. Wilhelmina lowered her head to work on her cheese, and both Gissing and Shaw looked away. They are all locals of Brumnot, and their understanding of mystery is actually far better than Uriel's.
He remembered what Joey said to him, I have to make my own path. The apprentice couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Although becoming a mystic was not what he wanted at first, he should have had the awareness to accept the future.
My price is not just Cecilia, Uriel thought. Hatred will support him in winning a battle, and friendship will help him solve the riddles of the elves. But to adapt to life in the mysterious world, he must first learn to change himself.
In other words, I should allow myself to accept Joey's teaching style instead of complaining that the techniques he teaches me are obscure and difficult to understand. "I think I understand," he said hesitantly. "But I still feel unsure about the test."
"I think the attitude of the White Envoy is not like Mr. Oswald." Xiao pointed out, "He is very patient with his only apprentice. To be honest, I also think the way you get along with each other is very strange... Of course, in the end, It’s strange that you can become his apprentice. But I think as long as you tell him your plans clearly, he will probably not embarrass you. "
That's right. Uriel felt even more guilty.
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Blumnot slept in the night. No one was traveling on the street, and two patrolling knights walked together under the street lights. The evening breeze was gentle and slow, blowing from their clothes.
The lights were still on in the hospital duty room, but that didn't matter. "Button" Gunther maintained his transparent, insubstantial body and approached the small room where the medicine was stored step by step. The walls and iron doors were just illusions to him, and the chains and wooden boxes were not worthy of attention. He stole two boxes of alchemical potions, specifically choosing grape flavor. At his feet were stacks of cardboard boxes filled with valuable medicines. Gunther recognized the logo, and he bent down and picked up one of them.
Killing Fielding would cause trouble, and Hobson's plan was not foolproof. He had to be prepared for things to be revealed - in San Carlos, Gunther prepared himself a ticket to Brumnot. It finally came in handy.
When he met Hobson outside the manor, the gambler was impatient. "I heard that people who don't have a sense of time don't stay in the factory."
"Maybe I can save money and worry for my friends." Gunther retorted.
"No. Without you, Jonley Temple wouldn't have been able to save the money to buy the workshop." Hobson pointed out mercilessly, "You guys are relying on old friendships to slack off and cheat. The drinkers are the main drag. Believe me, if one day Temple ditches you parasites and invests the rest of his fortune in gambling to win, he might be able to buy the whole street."
To be honest, Gunther didn't quite understand the gambler metaphor. "Where's Bowman?"
"Slept like a baby. He no longer has to worry about waking up every day."
The gambler Hobson's understatement once again horrified him. Gunther himself has taken the lives of others with his own hands, but he has never felt relieved and relaxed after slaughtering his own kind. He always spent his nights in fear. I have the power of a devil, but not the heart of a devil. Sometimes Gunther laughed at his self-torture, but he knew he had to be careful and stay away from overindulgence. Otherwise the demon hunters will come looking for you. "Kill Fielding and I'll find another place to work." Perhaps Bertha should be taken away in the same way. Put a whole box of sedatives in her husband's cup and I wouldn't have to kill Andrew...
"Why, are you worried that my plan won't fool the Sheriff's Department?"
"The church's divine magic is the key point."
"Only the murder of a priest will lead to a thorough investigation by the Knights of the Cross. At that time, everyone is sleeping like a dead pig. If you take the unlucky guy's wrist and give him a knife, you can send Fielding to see Gaia. . The dagger was stabbed by someone else, and the motive was given by the Lord’s whore bride. Even the gods can’t find fault.”
"Fielding is a member of the church after all. Even if he dies accidentally, we will still be in trouble." Gunther was very worried.
"Don't be stupid. I see that you know nothing about the church's magical arts - if you didn't do it, the matter has nothing to do with you. We can't find any magical arts on our heads. Could it be that you touch the dead man's arm? Is it still illegal?"
"That's it?" Gunther really didn't understand the inside story of divine magic. It seems that he can be more bold in using magic to get some subsidies in the future. "How do you know?" He didn't understand where Hobson got the information.
"There are many detectives in Brumnot. If the Cross Knights can easily catch criminals, what else are they going to do?" Hobson was tired of such conversations. "Hurry up and do it, otherwise the damned people will not be dead by daybreak, Su Weili Most likely he won't be happy."
With Gunther's magic, they took a straight line to reach the Lord's manor. This place is different from the silent streets in the city. Lights and slight noises come from the villas surrounded by gardens. The street lights in front of the door were also on, and moths were flapping around.
The party hasn't started yet. Blumnot has always regarded midnight as the most special moment of the day. It means the moment when the past and the future meet, a moment of mysterious interchange. The morning star in the constellation of Harp is clearest at midnight, so people think it is a blessing from Otto, the god of fate.
After preparations were completed, Hobson deliberately showed the bride's lover from a distance outside the manor to ensure that the Sheriff's Department would immediately suspect him. The gamblers' actions caused some commotion, but no one could find any trace of them. A large number of servants and guards were coming in and out of the door, very busy. Two hours later Father Fielding arrived with his attendants.
Dunbar Fielding had a plump, round face, kind brows, and a glowing face. He was easily identifiable by his priestly robes. Behind him stood a tall man who looked like a bodyguard. This was undoubtedly the second target tonight, Witek Shazo. Gunther noticed that he was staring at him, but felt something kind of familiar in his heart. Is it the connection between murderers? No, I am the criminal and he is responsible for killing us.
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