"Don't worry, I'm okay with that. Sean said confidently.

"Ahh

"Brother Sean, what's wrong with you?" Chrissy quickly stood up and walked over to Sean with concern and asked.

"It's okay, it's just that the flesh of this monster is too hard, and I didn't pay attention to cutting my hand. ”

"Isn't it serious? I think it's better to bandage it first. Chrissy said.

"Well, then I'll bandage it first. ”

Sean also went back first and bandaged the wound. Took out the clothes that his grandfather had prepared for himself from his package, which should have some simple medicines, John was afraid that Sean would have something unexpected on the road, so he specially put it in.

"Strange, I can't find it. Sean rummaged through the entire package and couldn't find it. Even a few of his treasures were taken out and looked at, but they still didn't find it. In the end, I had to go out and ask Roger and Chrissy if they had any medicine.

After Chrissy knew the situation, she also took out the prepared wound medicine, carefully applied the powder to Sean, and then bandaged it.

And without Sean's knowledge, the box with carved eyes in his package suddenly turned, and then sucked the blood that Sean had accidentally left on the box before.

"Well, Sean, don't really say it, your craft is okay!" Roger held a rice bowl the size of a basin, and frantically devoured the monster meat in the pot, still talking in his mouth.

"Slow down!" Sean was a little scared every time he saw Roger's eating.

Several other people also ate at the same table with Roger for the first time, and looking at his appearance, they suddenly felt that the food in their hands was not fragrant.

"If you eat something like this again, I'll eat you. Sylvia looked at Roger and said, then opened her delicate little mouth and took a bite at him, so scared that Roger missed two bowls of rice.

After packing up, everyone began their afternoon journey.

"Do you think Dean Grace will teach us combat skills?" Roger said to Sean as he shook his head boredly on the road.

"You always talk about combat skills, what's the use of that?" Sean didn't quite understand, so he asked.

"Combat skills are skills that are used exclusively by warfighters, and through different modes of operation, they can deal damage far beyond their own attacks. "Roger for Sean Science about combat skills.

"Is that the same with spells?" Sean asked, curious.

"It's pretty much the same, but magic skills must be cast, and you can choose your own combat skills. If you think about it, I can fight you with normal attacks, but every attack of the mage is a spell, which is a little different. ”

"What about the masters, what are their skills?"

"They don't have skills, and the damage of the imperial master is powerful strength and qi, which they slowly master in continuous training, and they all develop their own skills, and there are few of them the same. Unlike combat skills and magic skills, you can learn them if you meet the requirements. Roger explained, but he didn't know much about the Imperial Master, so he just said a little.

In the evening, a group of five people chose to set up camp in the forest on the border.

"Even though it's near the avenue, there may still be demonic beasts running out to cause trouble, so you still can't leave my sight. Grace commanded.

"Yes, Lord Dean!" the three of them hurriedly replied.

Sylvia said disdainfully: "Cut, with people like you here, where are there any demonic beasts that dare to come!"

The three children looked at Sylvia in amazement, they had never heard of such an arrogant captive.

After that, Sean and Roger took out the tent behind the carriage and set it up, although the two of them did it a little slower, but they still got it a little bit.

After eating Sean's dinner, the trio sat down in front of Grace while Sylvia leaned against the campfire.

"Brother Sean, are you okay with your hand?" Chrissy said as she pointed to Sean's wrapped right index finger.

"Get out of the way, Chrissy, your medicine still works. Sean shook his right hand to indicate that it was almost fine.

"Hmph, that's for sure, I'm a special medicine. Chrissy raised her head triumphantly.

"Alright, you three little ones. Grace looked at the person sitting in front of him and said, "First of all, I'll tell you about cultivation first. ”

Grace stretched out his right hand, and suddenly a pot of wine appeared, Grace took a sip, and said, "What I want to talk about today is the rules of the academy, and tomorrow is the practice." ”

"Ahh

"But there is still one thing to ask clearly, you should know the innate qi, right?"

"Well, got it, Dean. Sean replied.

"After the innate qi dissipates, you can start cultivating. But the first time you absorb the vitality, you need to be in a place where the vitality is strong. Therefore, starting tomorrow, I will forcibly detain the surrounding vitality for you to practice at night, and you must seize the opportunity to refine, hoping to make a breakthrough as much as possible before you reach the academy. ”

"Then, the first absorption will break through to the black iron level, as for how much you can break through, it depends on your own qualifications and efforts. ”

"As for the three cultivation directions of the Imperial Master, the Battle Master, and the Mage, I don't need to introduce them to you, but I want to make one thing clear, the three of you think about it, what kind of cultivator you want to become, and tell me this time tomorrow, your choice. ”

"I don't have to think about it, I want to be a war master. Dean. I don't even have a chance to become a mage! Roger immediately raised his hand.

"Well, your father told me about you. Grace said to Roger.

"As for Sean and Chrissy, both of you have good qualifications, and it would be a waste not to become a mage, so I suggest you choose a mage. Grace said to Sean and Chrissy again.

"Yes, Dean. Krye said without hesitation.

"Don't think which profession is the strongest, you still have to choose the most suitable for yourself, you can tell me tomorrow night, I will tell you the rules of the academy. ”

"First of all, schools across the continent are thirty years, and like other schools, they basically require that after thirty years, they must break through to the silver level to graduate. Like the Imperial Academy, it requires twenty years, and you must break through to the silver level, otherwise you will be expelled from the academy. ”

"Thirty years from now. Our academy will conduct targeted assessments according to your strength, the more difficult the assessment, the better the degree of completion, and you can even directly become a teacher in the academy after graduation, if you don't want to, you can also apply to become a nobleman in the empire, which is also a special channel that only our academy has. ”

"Everyone started cultivating at the age of six, so I hope that you can go all the way up, surpass others, and live up to your own qualifications. Grace suddenly said in a loud voice.

"Yes!" The three of them shouted together.

"Well, that's good! Then you guys have a good rest tonight and start your formal cultivation from tomorrow morning. With that, Grace left the place and headed for her tent.

"Hey, Sean, Chrissy, you can finally start cultivating tomorrow. Roger said with high spirits: "Let's see which of us breaks through first." ”

"Well, let's take a look. Even Chrissy's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Sean, what do you say? haven't you figured it out yet?" Roger asked, seeing that Sean was still looking down.

"I don't know what to choose, they all seem to be very good. Sean scratched his head.

"Well, I can't help you with this, you can only choose for yourself. Roger shook his head.

"What do you think these little ones will choose? Our Lord Grace! don't you also think that the mage is the strongest and the master is the weakest?" Sylvia asked, seeing Grace walking past her.

"Hmph, there's never been anyone strong or weak. Roger and Chrissy are fine, they have been mentored before, but Sean should be the most difficult to choose. Grace thought for a moment and said.

"Choice is a kind of freedom, and if it weren't for choice, I wouldn't ......," Sylvia snapped.

"Enough is enough! Sylvia, it's time for you to rest. With that, he turned and went back.

When Sean returned to his tent, he was still a mess, he was stuffed in the quilt, and he was still making a choice in his heart, it stands to reason that he should become a mage, but the other two professions seem to be good, and he is afraid that he will make the wrong choice.

"Little one, are you still struggling with what to choose?" A gentle voice came into Sean's ears.

"Who?"

Sean suddenly got up and looked around the tent, but didn't notice anyone.

"Who am I? hehe! I'm an omnipotent god! This time, however, his voice became haughty.

"God, since you're a god, why don't you come out and show me?" asked Sean.

"How can a mortal like you see God when he wants to see you!, and if it weren't for the confusion you are in, how would I have communicated with you!" the voice said again.

God??Is that going to solve my current doubts??

"Can you help me now?" asked Sean in a whisper.

"Of course it'........." the voice elongated, and finally said, "No." ”

Sean had been waiting for the answer he wanted with great anticipation, but he heard such an answer. In an instant, his face became disappointed, and he continued to lie down.

"Hey, little one, it's good that you respect the gods a little, I'm also the god king!"

"You can't help me, do you have anything to do with me?" Sean said with a sullen head, and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Who said I couldn't help you! I was just teasing you, actually, I really can't help you. This time, his voice became muffled.

Sean plugged his ears and didn't bother to pay attention to the voice at all, but it was useless, the sound seemed to hit the heart, it kept lingering in his ears, and he couldn't prevent it.

"You're enough!" Sean couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said, "What the hell do you want?" I beg you, you can let me go!"

"I want to let you go, I want to let you go. But who told you to wake me up!" This time the voice became even harsher.

"Wake up, who's going to wake you up! Sean wondered.

"Really, what do you think you've done today?" the voice was calm this time.

What did you do? Sean thought to himself, isn't it just catching a car, setting up a tent, cooking, attending lectures? Is there any problem?

Wait, cooking? Didn't I cut my hand while cooking? I ran back to the tent and bandaged it, was that time?