"It's not the heart that's vulnerable, it's the faith. —Pastor's proverb

"Devil's Mentor?"

No matter how many stern priest-mentors there are in the diocese of Mosa, there is no doubt that only this Denis mentor still holds the astonishing record of twenty-eight deaths and thirty-six maimed priest-apprentices in one year.

Luo Lan couldn't help but ask: Is she a priest mentor or a priest killer?

With his arms outstretched, his hands clawed and his teeth bared, Sam described the master of terror with his exaggerated gestures, and he said in an eerie voice: "She eats the hearts of three children every night, and drinks the blood of a virgin...... Oops!"

Luo Lan withdrew his fist and said impatiently: "Seriously." ”

Sam hugged his head and whimpered: "I heard that she used to be a priest, because she disagreed with the regional bishop, so she was demoted again and again, and became a priest mentor who could not be reduced, but I don't know why, she killed so many priest apprentices but no one has held her accountable yet." ”

It seems that the identity background of this mentor is also extremely unusual.

"It's too late to say this," Luo Lan looked at the warrior arena in front of him, which had been reduced to ruins but was still magnificent, full of broken walls and ruins, and green weeds stubbornly emerging from the dirt, welcoming the rain, dew and sunshine.

Now that I've come here, I'm definitely not going to back down.

He just took a step forward, but he felt that he couldn't move, and when he looked down, Sam was hugging his legs, and wept bitterly: "Master, you can't go, you can't go, it's too dangerous here." ”

Luo Lan was still a little moved by this loyal servant, and he just wanted to say a few words of comfort, but Sam's next words made him kick this unenlightened guy to the root of the wall.

"Master, if you're dead, who's going to take care of my food...... Wow......"

Luo Lan stared ahead, the ten-person-wide white stone steps stretched upwards until the end of the line of sight, this mentor did not set up the place to train his disciples in those solemn temples, but chose to be in such a warrior arena that had been abandoned since the heroic era, was it because of his character, or did he have a deeper intention?

He took a deep breath, and then stepped up the steps that seemed to have been arranged by fate.

Luo Lan believes that fate does not care about justice, it does not matter about partiality, for human beings, fate slowly elevates them to the top of all things. Even the dragons can only sleep on the dragon island, the elves can only whisper in the forest, the orcs can only toil in the wasteland, and the undead can only wander in the graveyard. And for a person, fate is nothing more than a long blade that opens on both sides, today you can hold it vertically and horizontally, and tomorrow it can turn around and cut off your head.

"Click!"

He stepped up the final steps.

A wide, dark corridor appeared in front of it, and at its end was a white skylight.

The entrance to the ancient arena.

There was silence all around, only the sound of his footsteps echoing in the tom, repeatedly beating on the broken and peeling stone wall, making a continuous echo.

His soul seemed to have returned to thousands of years ago, with the sound of the tsunami-like cheers of the mountains in his ears, the sound of the collision of armor and weapons, and the arena that had been precipitated for countless years still seemed to have a hero's heart beating calmly and powerfully, as if he could wake up from a deep dream at any time, pick up a spear and face the sun and moon and let out an earth-shattering cry.

Luo Lan walked out of here slowly, standing on the high platform and looking out, a person in a black robe and wrapped in shadows stood in the center of the square of a thousand people, staring up at the sky, motionless like a statue.

Dennis Deley.

Luo Lan's pastoral mentor.

He slowly walked down the downward corridor to Dennis's side, only to find that she had covered her face with a black veil, revealing only two black eyes, as if they were as unblemished as the deepest sky.

"What do you like, young man?" her voice was soft and pleasant, like a warm evening breeze, and like whispering in her ear, warm to the heart, and her age sounded like she was only about thirty.

Luo Lan pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe it's everything that men like." ”

Dennis seemed pleased with his calm answer, and she said in profound words: "I like the sky, and I prefer the night sky." ”

"I love flowers, black orchids even more.

"I love feathers and I prefer black feathers. ”

"I like black, but I prefer people who are neatly dressed and spotless. ”

She stared at Luo Lan and said, "Young man, you have already passed the first level. ”

It turned out that people who were not neatly dressed were what she hated, but fortunately, Luo Lan paid great attention to maintaining his appearance in public in his previous life, mainly because of his professional habits...... A liar, if someone knows that he is a liar at a glance, it is too much of a failure, so he maintains this good habit to this world, Luo Lan commented in his heart: "It seems that she is not as terrible as the legend." ”

Looking at Dennis's seemingly clear and hazy cheeks, the mysterious beauty couldn't help but remind him of Irina, why did some of the women he had ever seen like to cover their faces?

"Young man, do I remind you of someone?" said Dennis with a pleasant face.

"Maybe," Luo Lan looked up and smiled, "Like me, a very close person." ”

Dennis nodded, she looked at Luo Lan and said: "You are light on your feet, agile in your body, flexible in your limbs, you came almost silently when you came just now, if you are not a priest apprentice, I would almost suspect that you are a thief." ”

Luo Lan's heart jumped heavily.

Dennis seemed to think of something, but shook his head again, as if he had shaken something out of his mind, and then said in a slightly serious tone: " You are the first student to come to me in two months, I will train you to be an excellent pastor in the next few years, I will teach you the most basic knowledge of the use of magic, there are no old and cumbersome rules and regulations of those old guys, there are no rules and regulations of those churches, you just need to understand a little, I say you do, you can give opinions, but you must not object to what I say. ”

Isn't that still tantamount to completely ignoring his own opinions? Luo Lan couldn't help but say, "I want to ask you a question. ”

Dennis slowed down and nodded, "Say it." ”

"What happens if, I mean, if you don't pass the first hurdle?"

Denise looked at him, still in a soft voice, and said in an extremely ordinary tone, "Then I will break one of your legs and make you remember what is the right thing to do." ”

Belch...... If you don't do it, will you break your other leg?

"No!" As if knowing what he was thinking, Dennis said softly, "Then I'll heal that leg of yours......"

When Luo Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief, a demonic smile appeared in her eyes: "Then interrupt again." ”

Luo Lan's cold sweat came down in an instant, he hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "What will you do if your student is unqualified?"

The smile in Dennis's eyes became even stronger: "I don't have unqualified apprentices," she paused, stretched out a slender white finger and shook it, emphasizing: "One, none." ”