The eight people who were beaten with bruises and swollen faces were thrown in front of Shaye.

"Quickly, apologize to her!"

"Yes...I'm sorry! I never dare...!"

Shaye was still confused.

She just pretended to shout a few words, but somehow...the group of people were immediately subdued by the passers-by who gathered around them.

This is what Luo Wei said, defeating the enemy without fists?

How could it become like this...

Seeing that nearly a hundred people had gathered around her, all expressing concern for her, Shaye was at a loss for a moment.

"Well, where is your family? Do you need my help to call them over?"

"Are you okay? Be careful when you go out."

"No, no need," Shaye, who was not good at accepting care, said intermittently with a frightened look, "Thank you."

Expressing gratitude is also a spell Luo Wei taught her. Now she just wants to leave here as soon as possible.

She stepped uncertainly toward the outside of the crowd, and everyone immediately made way for her. No one blamed her for leaving first.

I found Luo Wei at the entrance of the alley, followed him around a few corners, and the two quickly returned to the hotel room.

"Why?"

After closing the door, she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

Luo Wei picked up the water glass and took a sip.

"This is called tea art. Kill the enemy invisible, and the subtle things will kill you."

"Tea art?"

Shaye couldn't help but repeat, she had only heard of afternoon tea etiquette, tea art...sounds like a term from the East?

There seems to be some deep meaning in it.

Luo Wei smiled and said, "I want to ask you, how do you feel?"

"Feeling...?" Shaye said uncertainly, "I am a combat officer, and I am used to using force to solve problems."

Her eyes turned to one side and her voice became thin.

"But it seems to feel pretty good..."

That's right, Luo Wei couldn't help but smile in his heart. Since this angel wants to provoke others no matter what, and also has a strong self-esteem to not fall behind others, then instead of provoking with straightforward words, why not use another

What about a more subtle and low-key way?

Being too tyrannical will eventually lead to countless troubles. The result of rushing to the end will definitely be a bloody head. And if she can master this skill, even if it is disguised, she will be arrogant enough to make people angry.

, she vented her pride, but the other party often had no reason to reason.

"Do you want to learn? If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Study? Why should I learn this..."

"The reason is very simple. Since you plan to let me help you lift the ritual, you can't rely on me for everything," Luo Wei looked at her and said, "Or are you already planning and relying on me for everything?"

"I..."

This touched a sore spot for Shaye.

Her current strength is indeed not at the same level as her opponent.

If she needs to explore ruins, challenge demons, etc. because of the lifting of the ritual, she will be almost useless, which she cannot accept.

She went to compete with him at night. In addition to examining her own martial arts, there was also an unspoken reason - she wanted to prove that she had only lost the power of an angel, just like the opponent had lost weapons and equipment, and was not the true level of the fifth angel.

"Learn this and you can protect yourself even if you lose your power," Luo Wei added and emphasized, "Just like today."

After hearing this, Shaye made up her mind.

"I learn."

She doesn't want to rely on others, and what happened today proves that unlike her previous ideas, force is not the only passport.

Wearing that maid outfit, she stood dignifiedly and looked at Luo Wei, "Whether it's tea art or your rules, if this is the condition that must be paid on the way to lift the ceremony, I will let you see the determination of Angel of Power.

."

"Very good, let's continue studying spells."

"??Now?"

Shaye took a look at the sky. No matter how she said it, wearing this outfit to accompany him all night was too...

"Of course, it's not about the determination of Angel of Power? Why don't you come and call the master to listen?"

"Go away! This is your goal, believe it or not, I will kill you?"

I even added "Oh?", okay.

This is the beginning of the journey.

……

Night.

Weeping Valley, in front of the Mother Goddess’ tent.

Vermeer pinched her fingers nervously, looked back to see if Lovely had followed, and quietly came to the door.

"Athetana, are you there?"

"I'm here, come in."

Coming inside, the gentle goddess lay on her side on the fur couch, patted the side gently, and motioned for Vermeer to sit over.

After sitting down, Vermeer looked around anxiously, not knowing where to look for a while.

"It doesn't matter, just say it," Athetana said gently. "If you don't have the courage to ask, how can you bear the corresponding answer?"

"I want to know..."

Vermeer swallowed her throat and her expression became firm.

"Where does the symbol of desire come from?"

After she finished speaking, she saw Athetana showing a soft and tolerant smile and gently touching the top of her head.

"Child, knowing this may not necessarily be a good thing for you," she said slowly, "As far as I'm concerned, the relationship between you two is not equal, right?"

"Yes...yes," Vermeer raised her head, "It's not necessarily a good thing, what do you mean?"

Athetana looked at her intently: "It will make you sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate yourself, and it is possible that it will eventually turn into heartbreak."

Vermeer smacked her tongue slightly.

Is it that serious?

"But...but I still want to know."

"What's the reason?"

"Because I don't want to be so passive..." As if she finally found someone to talk to, the girl lowered her head and released the emotions that had been buried in her heart for a long time. "Maybe it's because of the inequality. Sometimes I'm scared.

He knows what he can give and what he wants, but he knows exactly how to do it, and everything has a clear meaning behind it."

She raised her head and looked at Atetana: "I don't want to regret it one day because I was blinded. This feeling makes me like walking in the dark. Whether I can catch it or not depends on luck, and I can't find a clear goal."

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"Even if this kind of inequality will still continue?"

Vermeer thought for a few seconds and nodded heavily, "Yes."

"Even if he's not just interested in you?"

This time, Wei Mier was stunned for a moment. Although she knew about Ahu Lili and the Fifth Princess, she had never thought about this issue.

"Is there any problem with this...?"

Athetana: "?"

This time, the Mother Goddess was stunned, and the smile on her face stopped for a moment.

"You...haven't you thought about monopolizing him?"

"No...after all, he is just...but if I say so, of course I still think about it."

Athetana sighed softly.

How did this child sell himself? But with such a character, he might be able to avoid a lot of pain.

Vermeer scratched her head awkwardly, "I think that I only care about things between him and me, which is enough to give me a headache. I'm not qualified to compete with the two princesses."

Two princesses?

Besides the five princes, who else is a princess?
To be continued...