"And there is doubt about yourself."

Leonard Meyers subconsciously clenched his fists.

"My suspicion is for a reason, teacher."

"Is it because you think you might fail?"

The other party's words are like a knife cut or a gunshot wound. He cannot bear it, nor can he accept the possibility of disappointing someone he admires so much.

"No!"

He spitted out the word from his tightly closed teeth.

The world flashed, like a torch, like a corroded photo, and the instructor smiled at him.

There was no corridor or sea, there was only a cool and empty stone chamber, the walls were faintly lit, and a body fell to the ground, with long gray hair covering his face, but it was seen that the other party was wearing a black coat.

Leonard Meyers walked forward and saw the inquisition sign on his coat, realizing that he had finally found the target he had pursued for a long time.
Chapter completed!