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In the spring of the Year of the Red Clay, the Dean's Office of the College of Pablo Rodina, Chabro.

The room is not big, but clean and tidy. This is a tradition of the Pablodina Academy, and from the first deans they advocated frugality and opposed luxury.

They are educators, not merchants, not aristocrats, their duty is to impart knowledge and experience to their students. Putting one's own extravagance on students is a qualified educator.

At least that's what Moren did.

He had been the dean of Pablodina College for over thirty years, and he was old, but he thought he could do it for another ten years because he loved it.

But not everyone is willing to waste their life time here, they have their own pursuits, they have their own future ideals, they have their own reasons for staying here, and they have their own reasons for leaving.

In the past few years, three teachers have left, and new people have come in when old people leave, and he has become accustomed to being separated and merged over the years.

Now someone is leaving again, he is in front of him, quiet, he is waiting for him to reply.

This person, Morun is familiar and strange, this is not a contradiction, people will constantly change their minds according to their own judgment, he is like this, he is like that, in the end it seems that there is no truth.

He was young, and Morun's reaction when he first saw him was to frown because of the temperament he exuded, one that did not belong to his age.

That's a dangerous temperament.

He had a request for him, and Moron did not refuse, and he had no reason to refuse.

"A superior swordsman?" Morun raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised.

"Yes."

"When?" Morren asked.

"A few days ago."

"Ready to leave?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I want to leave."

"Where are you going?"

"The royal capital."

"Do what?"

“……”

The man did not answer, for it was his.

"Young people always have their own pursuits, it's normal to leave, with your strength, as long as you don't provoke any big shots, there is basically no danger." Morren said to himself.

Xia Lan sat quietly in the chair where Moren entertained the guests, and he listened expressionlessly.

This person, Xia Lan has always been very vigilant, from the first time he saw him, his reaction was vigilance, because he was very strong, this is the intuition of a swordsman, and after he became a high-ranking swordsman, he was still vigilant, because the other party was still stronger than him.

He will be vigilant in the face of people who are stronger than him, he is used to letting people relax their own storage, he is like a sword ready to unsheath at any time, if you want to kill someone stronger than him, you have to wait for the other party to relax yourself, and at the moment of relaxation, draw the sword and kill with one blow.

He wasn't an enemy, but he was ready to draw his sword.

The old man was talking, he was listening, when he was talking to himself, he didn't have to answer, when it came to himself, he would answer simply.

"Remember my granddaughter?" Moren asked with a sudden change of tone.

His countenance became kind, and every time he spoke of his granddaughter, he looked like an old man.

"Yes." Xia Lan replied.

"If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have met."

"Yes."

"Know why I'm talking about her?"

"I don't know."

"She is in the royal capital, and she entered the Wang Li Zhongyāng Academy last year."

"And then?"

"Take care of her when you go to the royal capital."

Xia Lan nodded.

Maggie, Moron's granddaughter, he saved her life three years ago, and he has a reason to save her.

"I loved that kid, but I dedicated my life to Pablo Dina College, I only saw her once a year, and I knew she was resenting me, but she was my favorite granddaughter."

Xia Lan knew, knew three years ago. When it comes to other people's family issues, he doesn't speak, he just listens.

"Answer me a question before you go?" Morron Road. "It was a coincidence when you saved Maggie back then, why was it so coincidental?"

Xia Lan knew what he meant, he saved people that day, and the next day Moren knew because he came back from visiting relatives, he was doubting himself, because there were not so many coincidences.

There are indeed not so many coincidences, because he inquired about the time when Moren came back from visiting relatives in previous years, and he had a task, and the completion of the task was related to Molun.

"Passing by, handy." Xia Lan doesn't tell the truth, so he is persistent.

Moren's eyes looked directly at Xia Lan, his gaze was very sharp, as if he was about to peel off a person, and he was disappointed, because his face was still cold, and his eyes were waveless.

"I think you have a reason to come here, I don't know what the reason is, but it's definitely not a trivial matter of killing Young Lord Marlai."

Moron's words were abrupt and unforeseen.

Xia Lan remained calm, his face did not move, his eyes did not move, he could not move, otherwise they would betray themselves.

He was shocked, he thought he was doing it secretly, but he still did not escape this man's observation. If that schoolgirl was an accident, then he wasn't an accident because he was strong.

"But I still thank you for saving my granddaughter." Moron stopped asking, and took something out of the cupboard and threw it to him. "Here's for you, I think you can use it."

Xia Lan stretched out her hand to take it and opened her palm, this is a false ring.

The inscription line carved on this void ring is beautiful and delicate, and it is clear that this is the work of a titled alchemist, who needed it for his journey, because it could hold a lot of things.

The gift was somewhat valuable, and he knew why he gave it to him.

The day he leaves the royal capital, they will have nothing to do with it.

"Looks like you're satisfied?" Moren smiled.

"Yes."

"What else do you need?"

"A horse, a good horse."

Charan used to have a horse, which died a few years ago.

"I think you already know where the good horses are." Morren smiled and blinked. "Do you need to say goodbye when you leave?"

"No, I don't." Charland Road.

"But I know some students will be reluctant to let you go."

"No, I don't."

"You're so cold." Morren shook his head. "But your education is very good, maybe those students will resent you, but they will be grateful to you in the future, I can't find an excellent swordsmanship teaching like yours, it's a pity."

Charan was silent.

"Let's go, maybe this is the last time we'll see each other." Morren waved his hand. "I have a hunch."

"Thank you."

Xia Lan stood up and nodded in thanks before leaving.

Closing the dean's door, Xia Lan was a little relieved, he was nervous in the face of this old man, because of the strength of the other party, but he did not show any malice after all.

On the way back to the house he saw a schoolgirl, she was holding a thick book in her arms, her head was bowed, her steps were in a hurry, he knew her, it seemed that her name was Ellielu, because he rarely saw her, perhaps the other party was deliberately avoiding him.

He thought she would drop out of school because of his threats that day, but she didn't, she just dropped out of the swordsmanship course. Since then, they have not crossed paths.

"I'm sorry."

She didn't seem to notice him, and as she passed by, he whispered.

The thick book in Elilu's hand fell and slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and she wanted to cry.

She saw him from afar, the swordsmanship she had been taught, the nightmare in her heart, she had thought about escaping, so she withdrew from the swordsmanship course. But she didn't drop out, she plucked up the courage to try to face it.

But she was still cowardly, because she would always avoid him, and today she decided to face it, so she kept her head down and pretended to be in a hurry.

He passed by her, and her heart hung all the time.

She heard him whisper, and she knew she was relieved.

She turned around, but she didn't see the sword instructor, she was thinking about rejoining the sword class, but what she didn't know was that he and she wouldn't see each other again.

He had lived in this room for three years, and it was simple and clean, like the dean's room in Moron.

Sitting in a familiar chair with his eyes closed, he found that for the past three years, he had never been familiar enough with the place, or that he had no belonging.

During the three years here, because of the task, the mandatory task of the mind system, if he is not completed, he will not be promoted to the top swordsman.

Over the years he has become accustomed to the existence of the system, which provides himself with strength, which determines his own power, and even, it determines his own path.

He was like a puppet, but he volunteered to be this puppet.

Without it, he would not have the strength he has now, what he needs to do is to keep completing the tasks of the system, what must be chosen, what ziyou chooses.

When he is promoted to the rank of High Swordsman, the level reaches 30, and the system gives him a new mandatory mission, and if he can't complete it, then he will stay where he is forever.

He must fulfill the oath of the Year of the Fog Flower.

The new mission is in the royal capital, and he has to do one thing, an extremely dangerous thing, one thing that will affect the kingdom of Yanzhòng.

He's used to danger, he doesn't care about the consequences, what he needs is a reward on the mission.

Required Quest Reward: Open 35 Career Level, Gain New Abilities.

The system is cruel, it won't erase you because you can't complete the task, but it will make you despair, and the way to do it is to cut off your future, pursuits, beliefs! So he had to finish.

The tasks chosen by Ziyou can make him continue to level up, but at level 34, no matter how many Ziyou choose tasks you do, you can't reach 35, it is like a bottleneck, and it can only be broken by completing the required tasks given by the system.

He didn't have a choice.

These three years at Pablodina Academy were the most casual for him and the three years for wasting the most time, but he had to stay because it was a must for the system.

A long period of comfort will corrode the human spirit, he is accustomed to beating at the tip of the sword of death, he rejects comfort, he is afraid that he will unconsciously fall into comfort and shake his heart.

He killed the young lord Marlais, he created danger to himself, he was alerting himself.

Xia Lan began to pack his things, he didn't have much, very little.

A sword, a bag of kintor, a few clothes and shoes, except for the sword, everything else has been put into the void ring, and qualified swordsmen, their swords will not leave their bodies.

He is used to being so simple, he will buy what he needs, he has money because he is strong.

The next day, the people in the academy found out that the young swordsmanship instructor had resigned and left, and no one saw his departure, but someone knew.

In front of the window of the dean's room, Morun squinted his eyes and suddenly smiled as if he thought of something.

On the same day, the stables of the young lord Marley lost a horse, a horse