The Path of the Master's Development

——You actually left the Light God Sect because of Rein Felix.

Facing Schofield's statement, George raised his eyebrows.

"When I left school, Vivienne and Peter were just engaged, okay? Lein didn't even exist! You can't do it if you have the memory of the archbishop. Alzheimer's disease needs to be cured as soon as possible, little Qiaoqiao —Pfft ha ha ha!"

"They were just engaged when you left school. By the time they got married, you had finished your studies from Tombstone, and when Rein Felix was born, you became a ninth-level necromancer. Rein's awakening happened At that time, you, a necromancer, just happened to be in the holy city, so you just used the forbidden necromancer technique that can only be used by a ninth-level necromancer to suppress the light element that ran wild on him, and then you became Rein Felix's Godfather, let him always be by your side."

Schofield spoke slowly.

"Although you seem very casual, you never do something without a reason. If you don't have a good reason, you would rather lie in bed and spend the day. So many coincidences happened to you-I'm hard Believe they are really a coincidence."

George Victor, who was in his teens, was such a person, so George Schofield disliked him!

He obviously has incomparable talent, but he doesn't care about anything, and everything he does is just right.If he can get a full score with three points of effort, he will definitely not spend half a point more.

"Don't say that, little Qiaoqiao, it took me a lot of effort to graduate from the tombstone of the dead, okay?"

George's gag snapped His Excellency out of fleeting memories.

Staring into George's eyes, Schofield said slowly, "Are there any other things you want to say about the above?"

George squinted at his old friend, perhaps his only "good friend."

The smelly old man Roland, Vivian and Peter are relatives, Rein is his precious godson, Isaac and the others are his dear students... But what everyone else sees is the Pope's son, the genius George, the ninth-grade dead The aura of a spiritual mage, only this guy dared to grab his collar and roar, knocking on his head every day to make him get up on time to go to class——

George just didn't expect that among all the people, it was this honest guy who revealed the secret behind that period of time.

"...You really love me deeply, little Qiaoqiao."

His Excellency the archbishop's head burst out with blue veins.

"I love Lisanna! Don't just drive a wedge between our husband and wife!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, it's my fault..."

"Don't change the subject!"

"You are that George Schofield who said 'you will never make a move if you are not more than [-]% sure'. Since you are asking me this question, you are not asking me for an answer at all, are you?"

George was lying on the bed in the dormitory with his hands behind his head. Being used to sleeping on the bone bed, he felt a little uncomfortable with the soft bed of the clergy school for a while, but he felt nostalgic from the bottom of his heart.

——I miss that carefree teenage time.

"So little Qiaoqiao, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Come back to the Light God Sect, the position of archbishop is yours." The current archbishop replied in seconds.

"Pfft! Hahahaha!" George couldn't help rolling over on the bed clutching his stomach, "Little Qiaoqiao, are you telling me to go back and take your position and become the archbishop for you? Hahahahahaha!"

"The position of archbishop should belong to you, and I'm just a substitute." George Schofield said seriously, "I don't have that qualification."

Mr. Principal: ...

"Ah, I see, it wasn't that old man who asked me to come." George said suddenly, his eyes rolled, and he looked at the archbishop who was still as serious as when he was young, "It's Lisanna—you or I really married a good wife, Lisanna is a waste of marrying you."

"You are not allowed to think of Lisanna!"

Schofield felt that it was impossible for him to say ten words calmly to this man!

"I know, I know, I won't go back to the Light God Sect—I'm a level nine Necromancer, and you, the archbishop, are only an eighth level adjudicator."

"If you want—"

"I do not want."

"Victor!"

George couldn't help heaving a long sigh.

"George Schofield, that's the only thing I'll ever say in my life—"

"You are more suitable for the position of archbishop than George Victor and anyone else, and you will even be more suitable to be the Pope of Light than that old fox Roland Victor in the future."

"You are firm, down-to-earth, responsible, steady and adventurous, and you also have pious beliefs and unyielding beliefs. Everything that the God of Light loves is in you. I may be stronger and smarter than you, but you are more suitable to lead The Light God Sect is going to glory."

"My stinky old man chose you because he knew you could do it. Go ahead and do it. If you fail in the future, blame the stinky old man for choosing the wrong person!"

At last George raised his voice, and said loudly and decisively—

"You've graduated from this school long ago - you should have graduated from 'George Victor' too!"

George said a series of good things about his deadly enemy. He didn't want to face his little friend who was not easy to deal with in the past.But after he finished speaking, he didn't hear the echo for a long time. He couldn't help but look back, and almost fell off the bed in fright.

His Excellency the Archbishop sat silently on the opposite bed and shed tears.

"Hey, hey! How old are you, little Jojo, you can cry if you want!" George couldn't help lowering his voice, "If Lisanna sees me, I'll be finished! You know your wife is black when she cuts it open ?!"

"...I know." His Excellency Schofield's voice was still a little choked up.

George: "...Love is great."

After the archbishop went through the process of "stop crying—trying to forget the fact that I was moved because of that George—and finally calmed down again", the night was dark, and a student group gathered outside the window to worship male gods and beat scumbags Also plan to disperse in twos and threes.

"Victor." Schofield said suddenly after being silent for a while, "What's in the magic bottle?"

Seeing George's slightly widened eyes, His Excellency the Archbishop smiled triumphantly, "I've got you".

"I knew you opened it."

"Tsk." George turned over, his back to his former roommate—this guy is really careless.

"How do you plan to explain this mission to His Excellency Roland?" Schofield was very clear about George's weakness. "He will not be deceived by your rhetoric."

"If I knew it was the magic bottle, I wouldn't have come at all? Who knows that it would take nearly 20 years for them to find out that the bottle was empty!" George said angrily, facing the wall, "It's all yours." My dear wife pulled out such a task for you and made me come all the way—if my school cannot meet the requirements of the federation within the specified time limit, I will definitely tie a student from the clergy school to fill it out. pit!"

"You can do whatever you want if Lisanna agrees."

Mr. Schofield said very bachelorly that it is obvious that the adjudicator is a profession that tends to attack. Priests have always saved lives and healed others, but all males of the sacred profession are senior members of the "Honfey Club".

"Don't change the subject, what's in the magic bottle?"

Just as Schofield was pursuing this question, there was a sudden scream of fear from outside the window!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

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Before the scream came, the breath of hell in Isaac's body was ready to feel the similar breath, so that he couldn't help bursting out of sadness before he had time to eat while holding the fork.

——The (love) dinner made by Rein himself.

Isaac turned grief and anger into speed, and began to desperately fill his stomach with delicious food.

——This kind of delicious food must not be wasted casually!

"Ai, Isaac, you can eat slowly, there are still in the kitchen."

"I'm very hungry... very hungry... very very hungry... snoring... delicious..."

Seeing his roommate eating boldly, Rein could only say helplessly, "Don't talk while eating, and be careful not to choke."

The moment Rein heard the scream, the gentle and upright young man stood up immediately: "I'll go and see what's going on—" Finish eating first.

However, the plate in front of Isaac was already empty... The black-haired young man was wiping his mouth with the napkin that Rein brought back with the meal.

Rhine: ...

Staring at the shiny plate, the blond young man couldn't help but think silently: Is your stomach okay, Isaac?

At this moment, Rein felt something brushed against his face—the white mask was brought back to his face.Isaac's technique was so quick and light that he didn't even realize that the man had already retracted his hand.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Smooth, smooth." Isaac said with a dry smile, thinking of Rein's wry smile when he talked about the clergy school during the day, he moved his hands before his brain.

In his mind, he warned (smart) himself to control his behavior, and Isaac put the black mask on his face with his backhand, which could be called rough.

It's hard for Rein to look at the strange pattern on his face without changing his expression. He just took a look in the mirror and never wanted to take a second look.

"It took a little time, let's go down and have a look!" Isaac took the initiative to hold Rein's hand, grabbed the window and jumped down, "There are too many people below, don't get lost!"