Thursday, October 16, 873, Dawn Calendar.

Alan walked lightly on the street leading to the school. There were various Gothic architectural styles on the streets that resembled the previous life, Baroque architectural styles, and there were hurried pedestrians on the streets, hawkers who got up early and finished patrols who ended their patrols with tired expressions, with a lively scene. Alan looked at this scene with a very life-like scene and couldn't help but smile and showed a very happy expression. Unlike the polite smile of Allen for others in the past, his smile is now full of the innocent joy that emanates from the depths of his heart, rather than the smile that feels polite and friendly but extremely alienated.

Allen was really happy because he got two tips for [Alarming] expertise in the middle of the night last night and completely controlled the [Alarming] expertise.

【Through long-term training, you have successfully mastered your alert expertise】, the news of this expertise is as follows,

[Alarming: Long-term exercise allows you to have excellent perceptions to achieve great results when you are unconscious. You are becoming more sensitive to hostility, danger, murderous intent, etc. You will not give the enemy the advantage in combat because of being sneak attacked.]

Moreover, although he has not been able to conduct intense training at home for so long, with his unremitting efforts, his proficiency in [Cold Weapons and Daggers] has also become (25), and his proficiency in [Barehand Fighting and Proficiency] has also become (20)

So Allen slept well for a long time, and it also confirmed his initial guess that his expertise could be obtained through exercise and training. Then, the attributes should also be improved through exercise. However, Allen has not yet verified this guess, mainly because improving attributes will inevitably undergo arduous training. Once the training reaches a certain level, it will cause adverse symptoms such as muscle soreness, which will greatly weaken Allen's combat power. So Allen naturally postponed this plan. If he originally planned to go to Austin during the holiday and ask Boer for help in training, then the current situation will all his plans be wasted.

In Allen's opinion, as a retired soldier, Bor is extremely powerful underground boss. No matter what, he must have his own method for training people. Taking a step back is much better than Alan, a person who has rarely exercised in his previous life. Therefore, if you ask Bor to help you make a plan, you can be extremely close to Alan's physical limit without causing adverse effects on Alan, and maximize Alan's physical fitness. However, this pretty beautiful expectation has been ruthlessly broken by reality before it was said.

However, Allen has not been in vain for the past few days. Although he cannot practice marksmanship and is not efficient in the narrow space of the attic, he still has not stopped practicing. Moreover, Allen is also doing some physical training that he is quite familiar with in his previous life. However, because he is still worried, he cannot do his best to practice and improve every time. He is always reserved and reserves three points of strength to deal with possible accidents.

Walking on the clean and tidy street, the bright sunshine fell, and Alan's face was still filled with a warm and gentle smile, but there were still traces of dark clouds in his heart.

Allen slowly arrived at school and started a new day.

"Allen, have you heard of it?" As soon as she sat down in her seat, Hughes in front turned around and said mysteriously. Looking at his pretending to be mysterious, Allen was quite skillful in dealing with it. He pretended to be careless and opened his backpack, took out all the learning tools, and cleaned up the tabletop that was a bit messy because he had been sleeping these days. Alan was concentrating on doing his own thing, but Hughes was almost unable to hold it in, "Hey, you are too much. I will share it with you whenever there is news, but you treat me like this." Hughes said dissatisfiedly, with a sad and miserable expression on his face like an angry bag. Alan ignored his exaggerated Yan Yi and just looked at him quietly, and Hughes maintained such a weak little wife expression and looked at him.

Allen sighed silently, "Okay Hughes, if you don't say anything, I'll be doing my own business." Hughes suddenly became angry and rubbed his cheeks: "Can't you be more curious?" Allen didn't say anything, but stretched out his right palm and signaled him to start his own performance.

"Oh, have you heard that someone died last night. It seemed that the perverted killer started killing people again. A nurse died. She was killed after night shift and was found in a secluded alley this morning." Hughes turned completely and sat down on a wooden chair and said to Allen.

"So it's so bad that this situation is." Allen said thoughtfully, so it was because the Security Department could no longer curb the deterioration of the situation. Hughes looked at Allen, "Actually, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that it's already Thursday. Have you figured out what gift to give Chalia next week?"

Allen glanced at him, "Why are you asking for so much?" "Nothing, I'm just thinking about it. If you really have no idea and look for me as a love master, you might be willing to give you a good mood." Hughes said proudly.

"You?" Allen said contemptuously. Although he had not finished speaking, the naked suspicion was unconcealed. "What are your eyes? I am a descendant of the nobles." Hughes became anxious when he saw Allen's eyes. It's okay if he was looking down on him. Although he was indeed a swollen face and pretending to be fat, you can't show it so naked. No matter what, I don't know who we are. No matter what, I have a girlfriend.

"Yes, you're the most powerful." Allen yawned and said insincere words. His indifferent appearance seemed to be coaxing an ignorant child.

"Forget it, I'll just remind you so that you won't forget it, and then there will be no help." Hughes's anger pretending to be dissipated suddenly and disappeared. He was just a joke between friends, and there was nothing he could not get over.

Allen did not answer, but just lowered his head and silently closed his eyes slightly, listening to the sound coming from the deepest part of his body. The hot blood flowed in his body, and his powerful heart was beating in a very strict manner. "How could it be forgotten? After all, that was my 'obsession'."

He smiled in a low voice, "I will do it," he said in his heart, not knowing who he said it to.

Today, Alan was rare to sleep. When he was in class, the teachers of various subjects also looked at him in surprise, as if he had seen some rare species. Some students around him also looked at him with curious eyes. Alan ignored these eyes. After all, he was an adult, and his skin was not something that these students who had not yet experienced social beatings. However, these curious eyes disappeared after a morning. After all, they were not something worth making a fuss.

However, in history class, Teacher Smith, who taught history, asked Allen to get up and answer the questions.

Teacher Smith, who was quite old and sparse, asked Allen: "Allen, tell me about the life of Charles VII."

Alan was a little prepared for calling himself, and the one who got his original body was the best at history, so he stood up calmly, recalled it in his mind, and said in a calm voice: "Abigail Charles, born in 692 of the Dawn Calendar, is the most outstanding among the children of Charles VI. In 715 of the Dawn Calendar, because he was dissatisfied with his father, Charles VI, wanted to pass on his elder brother, Charles VI's army to rebel and seize power, which lasted more than three months. Charles VII's coup was successful. After Charles VII ascended the throne, he vigorously developed science and technology, popularized education, led the development of the times, and eliminated some decaying religions, and established a religious department to manage the remaining religions."

"He is the most creative genius of science and technology, the greatest military strategist, and the unparalleled artist. He led the development of an era, pointed out the path to the future, and was the greatest emperor in the history of the empire. However, after visiting the holy holy mountain in the overseas religious holy land, the holy mountain in the Star Islands in his later years, Abigail Charles, the great emperor, stopped suppressing religious forces and began to protect the church with outstanding reputation, good religious creed, good and kind, and did not violate humanitarianism, and did not violate the laws of the empire."

"Many historians believe that the Emperor was afraid of death in his later years and converted to theology. This incident did not damage the Emperor's grand life and his great achievements, but it made the Emperor lose his last days."

Allen said calmly, telling the history of a hundred years ago. The sound was calm and indifferent, with an unspeakable sense of comfort, making people feel like spring breeze.

"Very good, you said it very well, so today, let's talk about the historical process after Charles VII." Teacher Smith touched his somewhat sparse head and began today's teaching.

...

In a secluded courtyard in Gria City, soft sunlight shines on the courtyard. The yellow grass in autumn seems to have a little more vitality. The maple trees blooming like fire sway in the breeze, and the rustling sound seems to be a natural melody. At the highest point of the maple tree, there is a very handsome eagle, light golden wings, sharp eyes as sharp as swords, and the clear and wise mind in the eyes. This is a very beautiful picture, and nature unintentionally reveals the most moving scenery.

The yard was empty and the room was silent, as if the owner of the house was not there.

But under this quiet and peaceful courtyard, there is a huge basement. It is dark and silent. The underground space is a square three-dimensional secret room. The walls around it are painted with mysterious and strange patterns. The twisted patterns seem to be alive. They are slowly squirming and wandering. A low murmur comes from the void, like a sing of the sound of nature, just like the most moving singer singing in his ears, but the meaning contained in it is painful as if he falls into an abyss. The terrible, twisted, and collapsed weirdness can force people to go crazy. It is almost impossible for anyone to exist in such a place.

But at this time, there were two mysterious people in black robes standing in the center of the basement. They stood next to an altar with the same pattern as the wall. There were several objects emitting glimmers on the altar. The light was not bright, but on the contrary, it was extremely silent. The dark light made the void distort and reveal the deepest malice. The ripples of the space like water kept rippling, as if some terrible existence was about to come, but they always caused a tide after the ripples suddenly opened but failed in the end.

"Sir, Corin is almost unable to hold on. He was discovered by the people of the Imperial Execution Department last time. If it weren't for our actions, he wouldn't be able to run away." One of the men in black bent down slightly and made an extremely gloomy voice.

"Carry, you have to keep our purpose in mind. We did not come here to be Corian's nanny. This is just a deal. Corian needs our help to escape the empire. We need the movements made by Corian to attract the empire's attention so that our plan can go smoothly." Another tall figure shrouded in black robe spoke. The voice was hoarse and difficult to tell, unable to tell the gender, and unable to hear the age.

"But sir, if Corin was caught now, we would probably have been discovered without him attracting the attention of the Empire." The man who spoke first continued with a bowing posture.

"Then I'm sending someone to help him, well, let Raval go." In the hoarse voice, Kari listened to the teachings very respectfully, but the moment he heard the name Raval, his body suddenly trembled.

He did not look up or question, but continued to be respectful and polite as before, "Okay, I understand, I will notify Your Excellency Laval now." After the tall figure waved his hand casually to signal him to go down, Kari bowed again, then turned around and left quickly.

The figure shrouded in the shadow quietly looked at the huge altar, as if he was nostalgic for something, "It's soon, Emily, it's soon." The tall head hung slightly, illuminating the face hidden under the hood in the dark light of the altar pattern. It was a centipede-like scar-like face that looked like a ghost.

When he walked out of the basement, the cold sweat on his body also dissipated in the gentle and clear sunshine outside. Laval, the Lord has been doing work such as cleaning, assassination, and slaughter. He has never done anything to take in and retreat, nor has he arranged other priests. What he meant was... Sure enough, only dead people can keep secrets. Corian, if you don't want to join us, you can only ask you to die.
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