Through the rearview mirror, Gal glanced at the young man who looked trembling in the back seat - that was the little apprentice he would take in the next year. He was as nervous as a tense string, with a look of collapse on his face - Gal glanced at the old friend who was sitting aside with stomachache and coughed dryly, trying to activate the atmosphere: "Uh, is Mr. Gorlado?"

"Yes! Evan Gorlado reports to you, tutor Shawden!" The young man named immediately raised his waist like a coffin board. At that moment, Gal thought he wanted to salute him both feet.

Louis, who was distracted, was alarmed by his loud voice, turned his head silently and looked at him. Gall felt that the boy's neck had shrunk significantly - Instructor Megelt was really powerful: "Neither of us is deaf, Mr. Gorardo."

"Yes...yes, sorry, Instructor Megelt."

"You can call me Gal." Gal shrugged, "Don't call me 'mentor', it always reminds me of the Archbishop's old face like orange peel."

Evan blushed and screamed in a mosquito-like voice: "Please call me Evan, director...Gal."

"You are lucky, boy." Louis sneered, "Your half-baked mentor knows very well how to be a toddler nanny. If you are happy, you can also learn alphabet songs with him, but I'm afraid this guy is not very good at teaching you anything else."

"Yes," Gal glanced at him obliquely, "especially when you have been tortured by a bastard instructor named Megelt, you will understand who is the real gardener."

Louis turned his head and looked at him with cold blue eyes: "Are you fighting for favor, the flower guardian Xiao Deng's 'mentor'?"

"I am stating the fact that the sun hits the east, the source of nightmare Megelt's 'instructor'."

Poor Evan opened his mouth and looked at the two people in front of him, not sure what to do.

Fortunately, the two did not pay too much attention to the guy who was sitting on pins and needles in the back seat. Louis raised his robe in the bag of evidence and observed carefully through the sunshine. The beautiful line of Arrow flowed in the sunshine like mercury: "The line of Arrow is the most beautiful thread in the world. I just looked through it and found that there were three wars in history that alarmed the temple, and only one was just in time for the Archbishop to resign. It was presided over by the sword-holding priest wearing a war robe. However, the respected priest was already seventy-six years old at that time."

"He looks very young, and I think he may not be older than me," Gal said.

"The most important thing is that the priest has served in this position for more than twenty years, and his name will definitely be embroidered on his dress."

After saying that, Louis remained silent and looked at Gale for a moment. After a while, he said, "I have written to report this to the Archbishop. He should be back soon."

Gal drove into his yard and stopped to let Louis and Evan get out of the car, who had been forgotten for a long time.

He looked out through the car window he pulled down. The lenses on his nose covered the light in his eyes. The relaxed and gentle smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He whispered to Louis standing by the car window: "As far as we have the information now, do you think this person is trustworthy?"

Louis lowered his head and looked at him, a friend who has been gentle and polite most of the time - few people knew that this elegant "photographic writer" was actually a natural hunter, powerful, calm, and he would kill with one blow when facing Difu, and... he was actually very cautious and suspicious.

When every hunter graduated from the temple, his mentor gave him the first lesson "no matter at any time, be highly vigilant and careful, if you don't want to take the bedding roll to Atorat immediately."

Obviously, Gal is also one of the best in this regard.

Louis hesitated for a moment and said in an equally light voice: "He has too many doubts. Now I can't tell his origin, but... the thread of Arrow never lies, remember? It is the thread condensed by the sound of the best, and when it is worn on people with conspiracy and malicious hearts, the thread will turn into a stagnant black."

Gal was silent for a while, shrugged, slowly stepped on the accelerator, and drove into the garage: "Okay, this is a good argument, I'm a little convinced."

A bird landed at Louis's feet, probably attracted by the robe in his hand, and actually trembled his legs with his numb legs, jumped onto the shoulders of the most terrifying instructor in the temple, and chirped with his tail on his ignorant butt.

Mr. Evan Gorardo, who was standing next to him, probably not as brave as a bird. The "good-hearted" mentor Gal went to stop, which made him the first time in his life that he had "a world of two" with this devil instructor. His face was so nervous that his face was pale and his calves were trembling with tendons - it seemed that he was about to be scared to death.

Louis accidentally glanced at him, and Evan was like a chicken that had been strangled, and he stuck his neck out laughingly and froze. Louis squirted out of his nose, thinking that if the right to determine graduation was in his hands, he would guarantee that a useless person like Mr. Evan would never step out of the temple door in his lifetime.

The rigorous historian sighed in his heart, sighing again that this was a peaceful and depraved era.

Twenty minutes later, Gal arranged a guest room for his timid rookie apprentice, sent him away, and took Louis to the mysterious room where Mr. Smith stayed. Just as he was about to knock on the door, Emmy came out first. Louis immediately took a big step back like a conditioned reflex, and quickly avoided Emmy's "Miss" Ostrich and thrust into the effort.

Amy blinked at him in a charming way - this action was not that simple, given that at least one pound of false eyelashes were placed on his eyelids: "Mr. Louis, are you here to comfort the poor Amy who has worked hard all day?"

Gal: "Ahem."

"Oh!" Amy raised his eight degrees and sighed, covering his bulging chest that had been stuffed. "I am so moved. The humble and ordinary me can actually get the green eyes and condolences of Lord Louis. It must be my true touch..."

"Believe me, Emmy, you are not ordinary at all." Gal interrupted him--how many humans can there be in this world, whether as a man or a woman, is equally terrible, "How is Mr. Smith?"

"I fell asleep or fainted, who knows?" Emmy shrugged. "I have to say that this guy's energy is so strong that he tried to carry out his adventures in your house as soon as he subsided. He also became very interested in your toilet, and even tried to stuff his feet in and try it-of course, I firmly stopped him. So I put a little sleeping pill in the water he drank, and finally put him down. Now he was stripped naked by me and was lying obediently on the bed."

Gal: “…”

Louis: "…"

Why are these hunters who have been tragically tragically attacked by therapists countless times... not dead yet?

"You'd better put your attention." Louis pushed Amy away with a cold face, walked into the room lightly, and said in a low voice, "In view of the gentleman lying down, he is likely to be an unknown sword-holding priest from the Temple."

Amy's face turned aside: "Prince?"

"Unbelievable," Gal did not go in, and looked into the room with his arms wrapped around his chest, "but I believe Louis' judgment has his own basis."

Louis walked in, and as he approached, the person lying on the bed seemed to feel it keenly, and frowned uneasyly, and his body struggled unconsciously, but because of the effect of the magical potion, he still did not wake up.

Louis looked at him and found that he was beyond his expectations of youth... handsome.

One of the man's arms fell out of the quilt, his skin was pale, but his muscles were tight, with several scars of varying depths. Louis bent down and looked, thinking that if he was a time traveler, it should have come from before the construction of the barrier, that is...at least before the era of Archbishop Aldo.

No matter whether he is a hunter or a sword-holding sacrifice, he will never be left with so many "ddings" in peacetime.

"Who are you?" Louis frowned.

At this moment, the phone in Gal's pocket suddenly rang, and the phone ring was a very rapid drum sound.

They are all familiar with this. It is said that in ancient times, the temple used this drum beat to convey emergency tasks and summon hunters. This tradition has continued to this day and turned it into the incoming ringtone of the "Temple Dispatch Office".

The contact person in the dispatching office is responsible for assigning each task and coordinating the hunters' work.

Gal walked into the corridor to answer the phone, but John, who was unconscious on the bed, suddenly struggled to wake up. His eyes were still confused, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. His whole body tensed unconsciously: "Summoning Drum..."

"When the summoning drum sounds, the hunters called knights must crawl over even if they have one last breath." Louis looked at him and suddenly remembered this sentence in his heart.

A person who was knocked down by Emmy and who was hard to wake up even if so many people were unable to wake up, would be awakened by a drum sound. It might be due to some kind of habit that penetrated deep into the bones.

"Nothing, it's just a phone call." Louis pressed his arm and prevented him from touching the needle. "Louis Megelt, I am the instructor of the Temple. It's a privilege to see you, sir."

John's long light brown hair fell down from his shoulders. He was only alarmed by the summoning drum and did not really wake up. He looked at Louis in front of him with a slow reaction. After a long time, he asked a little vaguely: "Electricity...what is electricity?"

"A convenient communication tool," Louis said without saying a word and laid back, "Now, sir, please lie back-Berg's therapist, come and see him."

"Call me Emmy, Lord Louis." Emmy gave him a blowing kiss.

Louis kept his face blank for many years without any fluctuations. He said flatly: "I thought Emmy was a female name, the therapist 'Mr.'."

John's body was not much resistant, especially anti-inflammatory drugs. Those things had excellent effect on him. Emmy found that in just a little more than a day, the inflammation symptoms of his fierce wound seemed to have been greatly relieved.

John lay on the bed, his head resting on the soft pillow. Although he was weak, he seemed to be a little more awake. He looked at Louis through the light emitted by the strange "mushroom" at the head of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Mr. Megelt?"

Louis nodded.

"You just said, are you a temple instructor?"

Louis rolled up the cuffs of his suit that looked normal, revealing a harp logo inside.

"Oh..." John's eyes fell on the mark, his expression softened, and a little kind smile appeared, "'Scholar holding the harp', you are teaching history and the study of the Defu type."

There are more than one instructor in the temple, with different symbols embroidered on the cuffs. For example, the instructor who teaches fighting is a spear, the magic circle defends a shield, and the pharmacological one is like the therapist, which is a leaf.

Louis lowered his sleeves - it seemed that the person in front of him was familiar with the symbol of the temple.

"Sorry, I looked through your clothes without your permission. I guess it was the dress of the Sword-holding Priest, right?" Louis said, observing the other person's expression.

John was not surprised at all. The "scholar holding harp" was usually the most knowledgeable person. If he didn't even recognize the dress of the priest holding the sword, the temple would be about to collapse.

"Can you ask..." Louis asked, but before he could say the whole sentence, Gal broke in with an ugly expression.
Chapter completed!