Dharma god he doesn't want to go to school

Eagle, also known as black carving, flower carving, small flower soap carving, is a kind of bird of prey in nature.

The orcs whose prototype is the vulture in the central continent are sometimes called the vulture man (Ansair: ...).

The young man in front of him is obviously a vulture (Ansair: Pfft.).

Why?Because this boy directly exposed his pair of wings and claws with obvious carving characteristics!Those wings are still sand-colored!The body connected to the wings and claws is the human body.

He is not only a sculptor!Still a half-carved man!

Not only is he a half-carved man, he is also a genuine sand sculpture!

Ansair: "..."

Ansair: "Haha!"

Ansair couldn't hold back any of it, and lay on Ernest's back, out of breath from laughing.

What kind of fate is needed to make a sand-colored vulture grow from a vulture clan whose main color is dark chestnut brown!

Ansair: "Hahahahahahaha!"

Ernest: "?"

Ernest didn't know why, and the faint anger in his eyes dissipated a lot.He glanced coldly at the young man who seemed to be jumping even more angrily, then retracted his gaze indifferently, and patted Ansair's head soothingly.

"Don't pat my head...you can't pat a woman's waist or a man's head."

It took a long time for Ansair to recover.

Then he looked up and saw the sand sculpture boy who was still standing there with a gloomy expression.

"puff."

He put his head on Ernest's back again.

"I didn't mean to... I just..."

Damn it!In the previous life, although sand sculptures were talked about everywhere, there was no real sand-colored sand sculpture animal prototype in reality. Who knew that he reincarnated and saw the real prototype in a different world! ?

He really didn't mean to laugh!He has been carefully (?) trained by the Ovig royal family, so he will not deliberately laugh at people!

"Pfft."

Ansair's body shook for a while again, causing Ernest to start thinking about whether to find a way to throw the boy out of Al's sight, and deal with him after Al calmed down.

"Okay." Ansair tried his best to control his expression, raised his head and gestured to Ernest that he was okay, then strode forward, and before the sand sculpture boy (Ansier: ...) got angry, he said seriously: "Just now I made fun of you because of the color of your wings, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The stalk of the previous life is the stalk of the previous life. It is his own business that he didn't slow down for a while. He can avoid laughing from the boy, but he can't laugh in front of the boy.

Even if his intention was not to ridicule, it had a negative impact on the young man.

Besides, Ansair's eyesight (brain hole) is not bad, he can probably guess what this young man is thinking about.

Ansair's tone was very sincere, and his attitude was frank, the boy's gloomy face finally looked a little better.

"You despise the color of my wings?" he asked.

"No." Ansair had a headache. How would he explain the meaning and representation of "Sand Sculpture" to the boy?

...If he really explained it, the boy would be even angrier.

After thinking for a long time, Ansair said, "I think the color of your wings is very interesting."

The boy's expression instantly slipped into an abyss full of hostility.

"Vulture orcs rarely have wings of your color. I think you should show them more to show the diversity of the race."

The anger value exploded, as if a boy who was about to erupt in the next moment was stunned.

"Racial diversity?"

Ansair nodded solemnly: "Yes, the world says that the wings of the Eagle Clan are only brown, black and similar colors, but with you here, you can tell everyone that the colors of the Eagle Clan are not limited to dark colors. You can have more colors."

The young man looked dazed: "...Is this the 'racial diversity' you mentioned?"

Ansair nodded: "Yes, I think you are very good at breaking the world's fixed concepts and views on a race."

His expression was extremely sincere, and he took a large bowl of chicken soup and stuffed it into the boy's mouth.

The point is, the teenager is willing to drink it himself.

"So that's the way it is. I should work hard in this direction." The boy's whole figure broke through the cloudy sky, and his mood suddenly brightened.

Seeing that this person in front of him enlightened... said something useful to him, the boy did not plan to duel with him.

"Alright, although you were rude first, I forgive you magnanimously." The young man raised his chin slightly, "My name is Luther."

The other party has introduced themselves, and there is no deep hatred between them...

No, there is an enmity between them, and this kid taunted him as soon as he came up.

"I apologize, you forgive me, is it your turn to apologize now?" Ansair immediately changed his face.

Luther: "???" What's the matter with this man?

He pursed his lips, too lazy to continue arguing with others: "That's it." He glanced at Ansair, "Remember to pay more attention to the local rules in the future."

After finishing speaking, the young Luther turned his head and left.

Looking at Luther's back, Ansair fell silent, and he didn't speak again until Ernest took him to find a hotel in Lionheart City.

"Al?"

Ernest was concerned on the surface, thinking about what kind of "capture plan" he was thinking about, so no one would know.

Ansair looked at his friend with heavy eyes, and in this place where there was no one else, he finally said, "I will never suggest that the boy change his name."

If you don't apologize, he won't remind you, hum.

Ernest: "?"

Ansair said to himself: "Although he has been filled with chicken soup, who knows whether it is real chicken soup or poisonous chicken soup. Well, it depends on how hard he works."

Ernest looked intently at Ansair, as if he casually took out an ordinary-looking spare button from his luggage.

"Gerald and the others have news."

Ansair lifted his spirits and immediately came back to his senses: "Look!"

Lionheart City, because of its superior geographical location—one hour away from the Golden Lion City where the rich Golden Lion clan gathers among the orcs, and its open and inclusive attitude has attracted many, many orcs from different ethnic groups to settle here.

That's why Lionheart City is so close to Golden Lion City, and the city's name also has the word "lion", but there are more orcs of the winged clan in the city.

Because Lionheart City welcomes any citizen to settle, as long as there is no criminal record.

And because there are many races in the city, the city's initial policy was very tolerant, and even clearly stipulated that in the city, orcs can show their prototypes and semi-prototypes at will, and can use the power of the prototypes at will, as long as they don't do anything that violates crimes. Do not peep into the privacy of other residents.

So half a month ago, the scene of winged orcs flying around in the sky above Lionheart City couldn't be more common.

However, just half a month ago, the Lord of Lionheart City suddenly issued a new rule, stipulating that winged orcs could not fly in the sky without the permission of the Lord's Mansion.

The townspeople feel baffled.

Before that day, their customs and regulations had lasted for thousands of years, and everyone had already figured out how to deal with it in their day-to-day habits, and everyone was used to such a free atmosphere.Why did the city lord suddenly issue such a rule?

The city residents were very puzzled, but at first they thought it was easier to get the "City Lord's Permission", so they didn't react too much. Instead, they lined up to go to the City Lord's Mansion to register and record, so that they could get the permission and continue flying.

A few days passed, and the registration was completed, but the license issued...

not a single one.

Except for a few winged orcs from the Lionheart City Guard.

Now the townspeople are not happy.

They went to the city lord's mansion to protest and reported to the guards.But neither got the desired solution.

The City Lord's Mansion will only say, "Flying at random will bring a huge burden to the management, and will allow various criminals in the city to take advantage of loopholes. In order to better protect the residents of Lionheart City, from now on, winged orcs who do not have a flight permit will fly without authorization. In custody".

The guard's reply was similar to that of the City Lord's Mansion.

In addition, the winged orcs in the guard also reluctantly revealed with their relatives and friends that the duty of the guard is to protect the city and residents, and the management is the responsibility of the city owner. The city owner thinks this management method is better. If there is a way to intervene, even if it is reported, it will not lead to any splashes.

There are so many no-fly cities in the entire Central Continent and the entire Orwig Kingdom, what if there is one more Lionheart City?

So when Ansair came to Lionheart City six times, it happened that the no-flying order was enforced shortly and when it was enforced the most strictly. They are all residents who have resentment in their hearts, but still want to live a good life in the city, so they have to put up with this rule.

So when Ansair asked that question, the sand sculpture... Luther boy would mock him like that.

"Didn't he take the anger of the no-flying order on me?" Ansair muttered after hearing Gerrard's information.

Ernest silently brewed a pot of calming tea and handed it to him.

Ansair bumped his friend's shoulder with a smile, leaving Luther boy behind.

"Half a month ago... this time is very delicate."

It happened that their three teams were about to arrive in Fork City, and it happened to be when Fork City was besieged by mutated plants.

Ansair thought of the information about the City Lord's Mansion that Gerald and Vanessa had searched.

Why did you make such a sudden change?

If someone in Lionheart City secretly guided Rose of Falk City to do such a thing, why did they make trouble at this critical moment?Because it was discovered that the situation in Fork City was out of control?But such an obvious change, are they not afraid of being discovered?

If there is no connection, then what is the reason for the emergence of this new regulation?It's really just that the city lord's mansion thinks it's easier to manage with the no-fly order?

The current information is insufficient, it is getting late, and the special team has been on the road for several days, and they are a little tired. Everyone decided to take a good rest in the hotel they found first, and continue the investigation tomorrow.

Putting away the short-distance communication button, Ansair turned his head and smiled at Ernest.

"Al, go wash up, I'll make the bed first."

Yes, Ernest pulled out two brand new bedding sets just as he had done in Fork City.

Anse Aylmer waited for a while, watching Ernest help him make his bed first—this time, their disguised identities were still two brothers who had come out to gain knowledge, but they were no longer so ostentatious, and various details showed Their families are ordinary.

Of course, the two brothers from ordinary families would not book a suite when they went out to book a hotel. They just booked a standard room with two beds and it was over.

So this time, two people will not sleep on the same bed, but there is no curtain between the two single beds, which is not much different from the deluxe double bed...in fact.

Oh, so bad that a four-piece bed set turned into two double-top three-piece sets.

"Isn't this the one that Fork City slept in?" Ansair tried to help.

He can't justly watch his friends help him shop!

But his skills are far behind Ernest. If Ansair is at the level of an ordinary person, then Ernest is at the level of a five-star hotel employee.

Ansair had no place to intervene, so he could only chat with nothing to say.

"I slept in that set, I put it away," Ernest said with a smile.

Ansair's first thought: After sleeping and not using it, why not throw it away?

Then he thought, the extravagant prince style is not good, but after sleeping for a few days, why can't it be reused after washing.

So he let go of this topic with a big heart.

That night, sleeping on the bed made by his friend, Ansair said good night to his friend sleepily, and fell into a deep sleep.

With the eyesight of the dragon clan, only a little moonlight is needed to see clearly at night. Ernest looked at Ansair's sleeping state.

"Good night."

The soft and mellow voice is barely audible.

the next day.

Ansair was eating the breakfast that Ernest bought from a restaurant near the hotel, feeling in his heart, if his friend finds a partner in the future, he can't buy breakfast for him every day like this, and send it to him after buying it. .

Friends will be jealous.

Ansair sighed, no, you can't be too spoiled by your friends.

So he took the initiative to dig out the short-distance communication button that was placed in the safest place in the luggage.

Ernest saw that Al was eating, and suddenly sighed, and after he sighed, he took out the communication button that he deliberately stuffed at the bottom.

His eyes darken, but only for a moment.

"Let me take a look." Ansair swallowed the last bite of breakfast that suits his taste, and just opened the communication button.

"... dead."

Gerald's dark voice came.

Ansair: "...???"

"Who?"

He spoke subconsciously.

Gerald paused and said, "I was just trying to contact you, and it's just right that you are here."

When Ansair heard this, he immediately relaxed.

If something happened to someone in his class, Gerald would definitely not speak like this.

Vanessa, who was the first to get the news, was in another hotel in Lionheart City, holding a communication button, and her voice was cold: "I was going out this morning, and I overheard a few winged orcs in Lionheart City chatting, saying that the Jin next door Someone died in Lion City last night."

Ansair's first reaction: "Does the Golden Lion City Guard know? Accidental or intentional killing?"

On the other end, Vanessa's tone was condensed: "It's not clear yet."

Gerald continued: "The key question is whether the dead are a group of six young people, or they just arrived in Golden Lion City yesterday."

"hiss."

Ansair connected to the brain circuits of several classmates without any obstacles.

Six people, arrived at the Golden Lion City yesterday.

If they didn't do anything extra, didn't set foot in Lion Heart City on purpose, and wanted to find out the follow-up of Falk City, then they should have lived in Golden Lion City yesterday.

It happened to be six people.

"Our line and mission exposed."

At this moment, Ansair was unexpectedly calm.

"There is a high probability that someone wants us to die."

"Since the destination of our mission has been exposed, the first thing we need to investigate is inside the school." He said, "This news needs to be reported to the principal or the two department heads as soon as possible."

Gerald agreed. "You're right."

Ansair looked up at Ernest: "May I ask you to go back to school?"

There was no ripple in his voice.

There was only Ernest in front of him, and the latter had a calm expression.

"No way." Vanessa, whose voice was so cold at first, was a little surprised, "We can no longer disperse our combat power at this time."

"I don't trust other people or other ways to deliver the news." Ansair vetoed.

Ernest looked at him and raised a smile that was the same as before: "Okay."

Vanessa didn't particularly agree, but her classmates had already discussed and decided, and she didn't say anything else, but said: "Xilin, you and me, Samuel, or Gerald and Hayden meet up and act together."

Before entering the city, the teams were divided into teams, and after entering the city, they were assembled together. If the number of people is still six, the goal is too big.

Lion Heart City and Golden Lion City are only one hour away!

But since Ernest will be away for a while, for the sake of Al's safety, it's better to join a small team.

Ansair denied it again: "No need."

His eyes were pale.

I don't know if they are being targeted now, and if they will do something to see him alone.

He actually wished someone could move.

The more movements, the greater the flaw.

Ansair has a lot of confidence.

Now, he is no longer the unworthy Dharma God who only had paper strength a few months ago. Now, he has the qualifications to go to the Magic Research Association and become a full member instead of a student.

Ansair: "Thank you for your concern."

Vanessa: "No, you..."

Ernest laughed: "Don't worry." As soon as he spoke, the communication channel was quiet for a moment, "I will be back soon."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"Ah."

After hanging up the short-distance communication button, Vanessa on the other side still felt uneasy.

"Shall we go find Schilling?" she asked Samuel.

Samuel was maintaining the bones he carried with him, and his face was calm: "Since Schilling and Ernest both said nothing happened, we should believe them."

Vanessa looked at Samuel for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did you guys hide something from me?"

Samuel looked at her calmly: "Why do you think so?"

Vanessa: "Because I feel that I am the only one in the team, and I am the only one who opposes Xilin acting alone."

fuck.

What kind of information did Gerald collect and not tell her?

Samuel bowed his head and said nothing, Vanessa stood straight in front of Samuel, vowing to express her intention of "taking me one" with her eyes.

For a long while, Samuel couldn't resist.

"I suggest you stop thinking about that gray donkey," he said.

Although Vanessa still didn't quite understand, she laughed: "Why?"

Sure enough, Samuel had a good temper.

Samuel looked at her with a little pity in his eyes: "Do you remember the man in red in Fork City?"

Vanessa nodded.

She wandered around Falk City many times and met many men in red, which she still remembers deeply.

"Their average strength is not bad." Vanessa commented.

Samuel's eyes grew more pitiful.

Vanessa is puzzled.

"Xilin's gray donkey," he paused, "kicked a man in red who was above the average strength over three floors of walls with one hoof, and trampled several other men in red until their legs were broken." There were several big holes, and I couldn’t even stand up.”

This is all the facts that happened in the back kitchen and stables on the night of Hongxiang Hotel's shocking change.

How could there be only one person in the search?Of course, the gray donkey came to the hotel lobby after knocking out all the men in red who were being searched.

Vanessa: "..."

Could it be that her donkey meat feast is...

"No." She asked in amazement, "Did the donkey not resist when you ate another donkey last time?"

Samuel: "Ernest killed it."

Vanessa: "Oh, oh, I see."

Vanessa: "Then with the gray donkey, Xilin's safety can be a little more assured."

It is her donkey meat feast and the side dishes of donkey meat that are a little further away from her.

Vanessa smiled ferociously.

·

Ansair put several invisible props on Seonest and watched him leave the hotel.

Half a day later, he took a deep breath, pretended to be a little irritable and flustered, and went to the pharmacy near the hotel to get some medicine.

"Is there any medicine for a cold?" Ansair found an available doctor.

Doctor: "Yes, who is sick?"

Ansair: "My brother."

The doctor looked around him and said clearly, "What kind of medicine do you want?"

Ansair whispered, "The most common one will do."

The doctor prescribed the most cost-effective medicine without raising his eyelids, and handed it to Ansair: "Take it over there and pay for the medicine."

"Thank you doctor."

In this way, Ansair successfully created the fact that "my brother got sick because he got up early and bought him breakfast, so he couldn't leave the hotel room", and then he explained to the hotel that he would clean the room himself these days , let the hotel do nothing about it.

The hotel agreed as soon as it heard it.

There is a guest who has a cold inside. If the hotel staff accidentally gets infected and asks for leave, the hotel owner is not happy, and the former staff who want to earn more are not happy either.

As for the others, at least a few more days of room fees and deposits will be required.

Ansair was busy for most of the afternoon, never covering up the matter of Ernest's departure.

After checking with his classmates, Ansair changed his clothes that night and went directly to the Lionheart City Security Bureau.

It's not that he wants to act alone without his classmates, but that he got an interesting news at night.

One of the big clans in Lionheart City, the youngest son of the Eagle Clan patriarch was arrested and sent to the security station.

When I asked who the son of the Eagle Clan patriarch was, the people around looked disapproving: "Oh, it's Luther, he went in again."

Ansair: "?" And?

Maybe it's because Luther has too many deeds, and it has become commonplace to chat (gossip) about this guy with a good background but a reckless personality, and they casually say: "Luther is also unlucky, and he has a different color from his tribe. "

Among a group of dark-colored vultures, a sand-colored vulture suddenly appeared, which was really too obvious.

Under such circumstances, it is normal for Luther to receive strange looks.

Then Luthor’s choice surprised many people. He chose to reveal part of the prototype all the time, revealing his wings of different colors, forcing all his clansmen to get used to his different wings and body color. .

Hearing this, Ansair was speechless: This is a ruthless person.

After thinking about it, if he wasn't ruthless, Luther wouldn't rush up to him just because of his words.

"Because the Eagle Clan did not have the same situation as Luther before, there was a turmoil inside the Eagle Clan, and after that, Luther and the younger generation of the Eagle Clan couldn't play anymore. When they met each other, they often talked and even fought. .”

If you only come here, this is just a rumor for people other than the Eagle Clan, just listen to it.

"But Luthor still goes crazy from time to time. When he catches someone, he asks him/her if he or she looks down on the color of his wings, and then develops from verbal fights to duels and private fights."

Public duels are fine, but once private duels are caught by the guards, aren't they taken back and detained.

Injury to the body (physical) and being detained by the guards, most residents of Lionheart City maintain a negative opinion of Luther for many years. If it is not for the Eagle Clan, who is a big clan, they cannot just watch Luther fend for themselves, let alone watch With Luther being beaten to death by so-and-so, whether Luther can grow up to such a big size is a question.

Thinking back to the evaluation of Luthor by the people near the hotel, Ansair sneaked into the Lionheart City Security Station by stealth.

Do you want to ask Her Majesty the Queen for "Immunity for trespassing at the security station"?

There was nothing in Ansair's mind, a pair of eyes saw a sand sculpture, and, uh, a group of eagle tribes?

what happened?Luther is making a big fuss this time, one vulture singled out a group of vultures?

Luther and the group of vultures were locked up separately, but they could see each other and hear each other talking.

Even now, there are security officers patrolling and guarding not far away, and some of the eagle men are still beeping at Luther in a low voice.

"You wait, I will beat you to death if you go out."

Ansair looked over intently, and found that the speaker was a male sculpture. He was tall and strong, and he looked mighty and majestic. It is particularly deterrent to give up harsh words at this time.

However, Luther was not afraid at all, not only was he not afraid, he even snorted.

"Get out of the way."

Ansair looked at Luther, whose mouth was still open, and finally looked at the eagles who were locked together.

A female sculptor pushed the male sculptor just now, and stood directly on the outer edge of the cell. She looked at Luther with a gloomy look: "If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

Male carved figure: "Weiwei, how can I use you..."

Another female sculpture stood up: "What does the matter between us and him have to do with you guys?" She looked at Luther, "Add me."

As soon as these words came out, the evenly distributed eagles in the cell were immediately divided into two teams, one team of women and the other team of men.

Ansair was so shocked that all the melons in his hand fell to the ground.

He listened for a while to understand what was going on.

He was a little embarrassed.

Isn't Luthor a different kind of sculpture, but a sand sculpture?Although he has received a lot of different eyes, he has not developed a cowardly character at all. On the contrary, he is impulsive and reckless, and often does things beyond his head.

Before meeting Ansair, his goal was to wander around every day to gain a sense of existence, so that the clansmen and the residents of Lionheart City could get used to the existence of sand sculptures (Ansier: ... poof).

Undoubtedly, at this point, Luther succeeded, but what followed was a negative reputation that could not be separated from the sand sculpture.

Luther didn't say it, but Luther was actually very distressed, he didn't know how to change this,

Until he met Ansair.

Ansair: You have to express yourself well, try to do good things and do things worth remembering (positive), break the world's image of "the eagle tribe only has dark-colored eagles", and let others remember you, knowing that the eagle tribe has not only dark-colored eagles Eagles, and even sand sculptures, prove the ethnic diversity of the Eagles.

Luther: Racial diversity, isn't that the number of eagles?In the past, I was the only sand sculpture in the family. If I find more girls and have more children, there will be no more sand sculptures.

Ansair: …………………

Eagle Clan girl: I think you want to die, ha ha.

The age-appropriate youth of the Diao tribe was furious: We may not be able to please the girl after all our efforts. We can successfully marry the Diao girl, but you still want to have a harem! ?Can't bear it!Absolutely can't bear it! ! !

The above, this is the reason why the younger generation of the Eagle Clan rioted tonight.

Ansair was speechless.

The security officer who went to the vulture gathering place to check the situation was also very speechless, but the laws and regulations were here. The security officer brought all the vultures who participated in the group fight back to the security station, and had to pinch their noses to Luther. Healed, and when he was almost cured, he found someone to give him a long, boring legal course in the kingdom of Orvig.

The Owig Marriage Law stipulates that only one-to-one marriage is supported, regardless of men and women, group|P is not supported, bigamy is not allowed, and it does not want to allow any citizen to open a harem with various names.

After a class, Luther, who always held his neck high, was depressed. After returning to the cell, he didn't quarrel with his peers.

Ansair looked at Luther with complicated eyes.

I don't know if this guy's thoughts have changed to normal. What if he wants to deceive other innocent women?He can't just watch (report) this matter (pot)!

It didn't take long before the younger generation of the Eagle Clan stopped swearing - mainly because Luthor didn't have the energy to swear back, and swearing unilaterally was meaningless - they went to sleep with their familiar friends, literally.

Seeing that the other side was asleep, Luther touched the corner of his mouth where the scars were barely visible, leaned against the cold wall, and slowly fell asleep.

At this moment, Ansair moved.

Dreaming.

Entering the dream of the designated object, through various methods such as induction and virtual experience in the dream, is the only way to create a qualified Ovig youth.

Luther rubbed his eyes, he was a little dazed looking at the dark scene in front of him.

He seems to be asleep, right?Is he dreaming?

Looking at eighteen realistic and terrifying statues of different shapes.

What the hell is this?

"What the hell" said.

"What crime have you committed?" Eighteen gloomy and twisted statues opened their mouths at the same time.

"Ah!" Luther was taken aback, "What the hell?!"

"What crime have you committed!"

Luther shrank his neck, his eyes quickly looked around, looking for a way to escape.

The humanoid statue with a painful face closest to Luthor suddenly said: "Slander others at will, and you can enter the first level of tongue-pulling hell."

Luther looked at the statue as if it came to life. Its mouth was wide open, its tongue was missing, and its face was full of pain.

He was taken aback.

The third statue opened its mouth: "If you instigate brothers, sisters, and husbands and wives to discord, you can enter the Iron Tree Hell."

The third statue also came to life, a humanoid creature hanging from the spikes screaming and struggling, and the shrill neighing made Luthor's fur all over his body explode.

The eighth statue: "If you don't respect your parents, you can enter the iceberg hell."

Luther just wanted to run now.

The ninth statue came alive: "□□, kidnapping women, he should go to hell with oil."

Hearing the name of hell, Luther's legs went limp.

"……I do not have."

He didn't have it at all!Even if he thought about something that shouldn't be done, he didn't have time to implement it at all!

Even if he wants to implement it, the sisters of the same clan don't agree at all, okay!

A handful of hot wood, a large pot, and several humanoid creatures screaming in pain in the high-temperature oil pan, this is what the ninth statue looks like.

There are four wooden stakes, and a humanoid creature hangs on the stakes. It raises its head high, and its neck is about to bend out of the extreme arc. It is frightening to see. This is the appearance of No.18 statue.

"He deserves to be in hell."

According to legend, the Ninth Hell and the No.18 Hell have some overlapping crimes.

Luther: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Eighteen statues said in unison: "This is the crime you will commit in the future."

Luther: "No, no, no, no! I'll change it! I'll definitely change it! I won't mess around or make my old man angry, and I won't take the initiative to provoke people!"

The eighteen statues pondered for a moment, seeming to be thinking.

Luther is like a little fish placed on a chopping board, with nowhere to escape and can only hope for the pity of the person holding the knife.

"I will never eavesdrop on the old man's conversations with others in the future! Absolutely not..."

Luther said a lot and promised a lot. He looked at the eighteen statues with great nervousness, and even forgot that this was just a dream.

After a few breaths, the eighteen statues gradually faded away. Luther relaxed and collapsed on the ground.

Only then did he vaguely remember: Hey, isn't this a dream?

A vague voice came from next to my ear: "What did you overhear?"

Luther didn't recover, and blurted out: "A few old elders in the clan discussed with the old man to send some girls to Golden Lion City to be altar guardians..."

"boom".

In the early morning of the next day, Luther jumped up from the ground in fright, looked around nervously, and collapsed back to the ground again.

It's really just a dream, it's okay, it's great.

On the opposite side, a few eagle tribe young people were woken up by Luther's movement, cursing: "Looking for something early in the morning?"

"If you don't look for trouble, don't look for trouble." Luther reflexively said.

The other vultures who were awakened: ? ? ?

When did this guy change sex?

Seeing their surprised expressions, Luther felt uncomfortable. He coughed in a disguised way and said, "It's not usually me looking for trouble, it's you guys looking for it first."

The anger value of the vultures is up.

"Of course," Luther said again, "this time it's my fault for talking to girls like that."

Sister from the Eagle Clan: "...don't think we'll let you go if you give in."

Ansair didn't pay attention to the situation in the security station.

Stepping on the rays of the sun and wearing the morning dew, Ansair, who hadn't slept all night, returned to the hotel.

If you don't go through the main entrance, you can't come back through the main entrance.

He walked through the window.

As soon as he stepped on the edge of the window, Ansair suddenly found that before he left last night, the magic circle he had set up to prevent others from entering was touched.

The magic circle was touched, but he himself was not disturbed, so the person who entered...

"came back?"

Ernest pushed open the window, took a blanket, and wrapped Ansair up naturally, "Why don't you wear more before going out?"

"...I didn't expect it to take so long." Ansair subconsciously replied in a daze.

"Didn't sleep all night?" Ernest said distressedly, "I'll send them a message, you can catch up on sleep."

Ernest carried Ansair into the room, closed the window again, and turned to get the communication button.

"Wait." Ansair came back to his senses and grabbed Ernest's clothes, "You just came back? No, you came back so soon?"

Ernest turned to look at him: "Yes."

fast?He didn't really think so.

Ansair replied rationally: "It's so fast, you basically didn't rest on the road."

Wrapped in a blanket, he directly pushed his good friend into the bathroom: "Wash up, let's catch up on sleep together in the morning."

Ernest "walked" into the bathroom following Ansair's strength: "Okay."

A secret smile bloomed on the corner of his lips.

Ansair watched Ernest begin to wash up, then turned his head and used the communication button to "wake" Hayden up.

There is no way, the short-distance communication button can only communicate in real time, and there is no way to leave a message. In order to pass the news, Ansair must of course call the owner of the communication button.

"Hey."

Ansair ignored Hayden's displeased tone, and babbled out news such as "Ernest is back, the school has heard the news", "the change of the Eagle Clan in Lionheart City", "Golden Lion City Altar" and other news in one go.

As Ansair spoke more and more, Hayden became serious.

At the same time, he also took Jerra with him