The next morning,

Gabriel, who had been sleeping all night, opened his eyes when the first drop of dew rolled from the branches and ticked on the roof of the tent in the morning, turned over and sat up from the couch.

After being subconsciously confused for a while, his eyes looked to the side with a bit of nervousness and instinct.

After seeing a peaceful sleeping face, he breathed a long sigh of relief and said to himself: "It's okay..."

Fortunately it was a dream.

After lifting up the thin blanket that was simply sewn with leaves and rags, Gabriel carefully stood up from his position.

Holding a corner of the dew-wet blanket, he gently pulled it over and put it on the body of the person beside him, until he tiptoed out of the tent.

In Gabriel's mind, he was thinking about a dream he had last night—a not-so-pleasant nightmare.

In the dream, he saw his only friend Riel, and also saw Julian dressed in black.

It's just that in the dream, they didn't roast charcoal fire and eat meat like last night, but they fought together like enemies.

What kind of scene was that? He squinted his eyes and raised his hand to rub his numb forehead. Gabriel didn't want to imagine it, but that scene happened so really.

The sky was roaring, purple lightning flashed across the head accompanied by the roar of thunder, and the terrifying momentum seemed to split the sky into pieces;

However, the trembling earth opened terrifying cracks in helpless moans, and high-temperature golden lava spewed out from the cracks, roasting the human beings;

But he could only look helplessly, looking at...

Gabriel couldn't help but feel a lingering fear when he thought of the powerlessness that penetrated his body.

He couldn't help but think that if he and Riel hadn't been forgiven by Mr. Julian yesterday, maybe the scene that appeared in his dream would actually happen.

So this morning, he would not wake up peacefully in a simple tent to avoid the cold, feeling the coolness of early winter in the mountains and forests of Noxus;

What greeted him might be to spend the night with the frozen land in the barren mountains, or he might be buried in that war and become the winter ration for wild beasts.

That’s really scary!

'Fortunately, Sir has forgiven Riel.'

Thinking of this, Gabriel couldn't help but murmured softly, opened the curtain of the tent, and walked out of the tent quietly.

The cool breeze blew, and on this winter morning, what greeted him was not the morning sunlight falling through the forest, but the dim skylight and a cool breeze that made the hair stand on end.

'Have you really forgiven me?'

For some reason, Gabriel suddenly felt unconfident at this moment.

However, the hesitation and entanglement only lasted for a short while before his attention was attracted——'That's...'

Just a few meters away from the tent, next to the wooden pile where the fire was heated last night, a figure sat there quietly with his legs crossed. The early morning dew was heavy.

His black trench coat got wet, and his conspicuous short gray hair was stuck together, with strands hanging down on both sides of his face.

From the way it looked like it had been soaked by a heavy rain, Gabriel guessed that the other party had been there for a long time.

However, whether it is the coolness of the morning or the heavy cold dew, it cannot disturb the other party at all.

Sitting there quietly with his eyes closed, the man seemed to be integrated with the wooden pile under him. On his thick-soled boots, Gabriel even saw a few insects that were not frozen to death, twisting and turning.

Climbing up and down on the cleats of his boots.

This scene made Gabriel's eyes look a little surprised————

'It's so amazing... He seems to be completely integrated into nature, no different from the plants and trees.'

After looking up and down at the other person, Gabriel had this thought in his mind, followed by a touch of envy.

When it comes to harmonious coexistence with nature,

Then Gabriel can do it himself,

But he relies on his own unique talent. His power allows him to keenly perceive the tiny specks of dust in the material world and turn them into things that can be controlled.

With this power, he can talk to those equally small things without being rejected by them.

But if you want to harmonize yourself with the world like the person in front of you without using your innate abilities,

Gabriel knows very well that it is absolutely impossible to do without profound cultivation.

'At least Riel will definitely not be able to do it.' Thinking of a girl who was still sleeping soundly in the tent and her irritable temper, Gabriel couldn't help but reveal a smile on his lips, waved his hands gently, and walked slowly towards the person in front of him.

The man who slowly opened his eyes said hello:

"Good morning, Mr. Julian."

"Yeah." His eyes flickered over the boy in front of him, Julian stood up slowly, and squeezed out a faint response from his nose.

As early as when the other person opened his eyes from the tent, he had already known the boy's awakening from the slight change in the other person's breathing. However, Julian did not stop his morning practice because of this, but insisted on completing the morning practice.

Until class - this has been his habit for many years.

As an assassin, as early as the first day of training, he knew the meaning of persistence in training from Tai Lung - I have to say that when it comes to teaching students, Tai Lung may not be good enough, but he is qualified enough, and even if there is

After scoring, Julian will definitely give ten points out of ten to the other party.

In the former recruit camp, what did the veteran instructors teach Julian during class?

A lengthy code of discipline? Boring rules? Or a set of simple swordsmanship and offensive and defensive steps?

Julian couldn't remember clearly, but Tyrone told him to persevere and the meaning of fighting hard. On the contrary, the teaching of skills seemed to only include the most basic set of blade martial arts skills from beginning to end.

But such seemingly weird teachings made a boy who was too weak to push a plow at the age of twelve turn into a strong man who could destroy mountains and seas at the age of twenty-two.

There are certainly various causes and opportunities involved, but the excellent teachings and Julian's own efforts are even more inescapable.

As early as in Noxus, he had developed the habit of daily practice. At that time, practice was just simple and boring slashing, but Julian could persevere.

Until he came into contact with all kinds of superior sword skills in Demacia, his past efforts turned into chrysalises and turned into butterflies silently, becoming his best partner in the world.

It’s just that his strength has reached his current level,

The practice of swordsmanship is no longer obvious enough for his improvement. Now, instead of pursuing exquisite moves, what Julian desires more is spiritual improvement.

Although it is invisible, it is a more difficult and important practice for him.
Chapter completed!