Expose

"Right and wrong..."

After Grant said that he would forgive Charles, he asked Charles to go back first. After all, Charles has to get up early for class tomorrow.

"Aren't you ready to leave? I think you've packed your bags!"

Sean didn't know when he came to grant's side. He was still holding two leather wine bags, which were their favorite wine in the north.

Grant shook his head, opened the wine bag and took a drink. The familiar spicy feeling in his throat made him wake up a lot after a sleepless night. He opened his mouth and replied:

"Try to teach him again. After all, it was entrusted by others."

Sean sat down and their wine bags collided. Unlike grant, he took a big gulp and then bared his teeth and hiccupped.

"This child has a lot of thoughts. You are too honest to teach him."

Grant took another sip of wine and glanced at Sean, who lay sprawling beside him.

"If he is really that man, he will understand sooner or later."

"Why, in my eyes, he is just a noble genius with a rough fate. What do you and salamen know?"

Sean shouted with the strength of the wine, and then laughed at himself:

"Forget it, I'd better be my Dean honestly. Even if the sky falls, it won't be my turn to worry, will it?"

"But grant, I tell you, this child's mind is not at all on extraordinary power. He is as good at calculating and seeking profits as those people you hate."

"So he has to pay the price."

Grant's words stunned Sean, and then Sean, who was a little excited, lay down .

"Growth really comes at a price."

"He will realize that strength is the most important thing."

"All the sacrifices in this process are the price he has to pay."

The sky was already white, and grant drank the wine in the wine bag.

"The wine is very good, Sean."

...

"Luojia, what will happen if you skip class on the second day of school?"

Charles was lying on Luojia's soft and delicate thigh, drowsy.

Luojia gave Charles a hand knife without expression, and Charles sat up in pain.

"Now you don't have to worry about the consequences of skipping classes."

Charles glared at her angrily, and then reluctantly began to put on his clothes.

When he came to the door of the manor, Charles looked back at luojia and found that she had returned to the house before he stepping out of the manor.

He came back very late last night and was very tired. First, he attended a torture party, then he went to school to find grant the old man, and finally he racked his brains to come up with a moving speech.

When he returned to the manor, he was almost exhausted.

Fortunately, when Charles came back, Luojia was at the gate of the manor and helped him back to his room.

As long as he didn't come back, Luojia would stand at the gate of the manor and wait for him.

In addition to the occasional disrespect for his eldest young master Charles, the Luojia maid was very dutiful.

Still sleeping at the same table with Princess hurell, he spent the tedious lessons in the morning. After having a simple meal with them, Charles arrived at the training ground early.

This time, he not only changed into a simple black suit for fighting, but also pinned the murderer's short sword to his waist.

But when Charles stepped into the training ground, grant, who was full of wine, had already stood in the center of the training ground.

Charles peeked at grant with his true eye. Like Sean, he could not see anything. So they were both supernatural beings above the sixth sequence.

After all, he can see the fifth sequence of Luojia.

"Here you are!"

Charles nodded, walked into the training ground and gave a greeting.

"You don't have to deal with these troubles in the future. You don't have to be too comfortable in my class."

Grant beckoned Charles to step back, and then a tall silver shield appeared in his hand.

"Your task today is very simple. See this shield."

Grant pointed to the shield in his hand and Charles nodded.

"Attack it hard. Let me see where your limits are."

"Remember, try your best!"

Do me try my best?

Charles holds the killer's short sword. If he wants to fight with all his strength, the strongest killing move is the wind wound of the third series of fighting skills that he didn't use last time.

Once again, he gathered all his strength to this point. Charles took a deep breath, and suddenly made a sudden effort at his feet. The whole man quickly approached grant like a frightened bird.

Grant raised his shield without expression.

The Charles's short sword is wrapped by the upstream air flow, flashing a strange red light.

Try my best!

Charles felt his heart beat fiercely. At the next moment, he just felt as if the claw of a giant dragon held his right hand and took the murderer to kill him.

"Squeak -"

Grant turned the shield sideways and removed the strength from the short sword. The murderer rubbed a straight white mark on the silver shield and made a squeaking noise.

Charles's body fell to the right along with the killer's dagger. After being removed by Grant's silver shield, his whole body lost balance and fell to the ground following the killer's inertia.

He pressed his right hand on the ground in an attempt to stop his backward sliding body, but the inertia was much larger than what Charles imagined. His right hand was always exposed on the ground, and several blood marks were scratched by the sandstone on the training ground.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, Charles covered his right hand and climbed up from the ground. Not far from him was Grant Hill with a little surprise on his face.

"Teacher, my right hand is hurt."

Looking at his dripping right hand, Charles frowned. The injury was more serious than he thought.

Grant himself was not in the state, and he was still immersed in thinking, until Charles reached out his bloody right hand and shook it in front of his eyes. He just realized.

"Oh, there is a healing tree at the gate of the training ground. You can take off its leaves and put them on the wound. It will be fine soon."

The tree of healing, I didn't expect that this ordinary old tree at the door was actually the fourth sequence of harmless Warcraft healing trees.

Charles thought with some surprise, then quickly climbed to the tree, picked the leaves for a few days, and put them in his hands.

Little by little green light flickered, the leaves were visibly shrivelled, and soon there were only a few shallow scars on Charles' right hand.

This is a good thing!

Charles stared at the leafy old trees with his eyes shining.

If the old tree had thought, he would surely shiver and hide in the corner after seeing the eyes of Charles.Don't come here. Don't pull it out again. If you pull it out again, i will be bald.

Just as Charles was looking at the green leaves on the old tree, grant suddenly opened his mouth and made Charles look stiff.

"Charles, you're not a wind warrior, are you?"