"Linjue, why don't we go and say hello to Dean Flender." Ling Lu turned her head to look at Qian Linjue beside her and proposed.

Hearing her words, Ning Rongrong, who was standing on the other side of Qian Linjue, was startled and exclaimed, "That's the shop opened by the dean of the college?" ”

Linglu nodded and smiled.

"yes, would you like to go in and have a look? Maybe there's something good. ”

"It's late, two young ladies." Qian Linjue spread her hands helplessly.

"I don't want to go in and be blackmailed, so let's go first." After speaking, he waved his hand, released the martial spirit, and flew into the sky, flying in the direction of the academy.

"Hey, wait for us!" Linglu shouted, and together with Ning Rongrong, ran to chase after him.

After they left, after a while, a woman about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a light purple dress and long blond hair walked slowly to the door of the store, looked up at the plaque to confirm, and walked in.

There are some old soul guides hanging on the three walls of the store, there is no counter on the ground, only a recliner chair, and on the chair lies a middle-aged man with glasses and a hooked nose, who is the dean of Shrek, Flender.

The girl walked up to the chair and spoke politely.

"Excuse me, are you the dean of Shrek Academy, Mr. Flender?"

Hearing this, Flender opened his slightly closed eyes and nodded.

"I'm a little girl, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing Flender's words, the girl lifted the hem of her skirt slightly with a pair of jade hands, took a step back with one foot, bent her knees slightly, nodded, and made a very standard aristocratic etiquette.

"Teacher Flender, hello, I'm Qian Nawei, 12 years old this year, Martial Soul Seraphim, Level 26 Auxiliary Beast Soul Master, may I ask, can I enter Shrek Academy?"

"Oh?"

Flender raised his eyebrows, when the girl entered just now, he used his spiritual power to probe the girl's soul power level, and when he heard the girl say that she was going to enter the academy, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes.

A 12-year-old and 26-level auxiliary soul master, this is rare.

Flender smiled and held out a hand, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together.

"One hundred and ten gold coins for the registration fee and tuition fee."

"Yes"

Qian Nawei responded, took out a small cloth bag from the soul guide of her bracelet, and put it in the palm of Flender's outstretched hand.

Flender checked it, no more, no less, exactly one hundred.

It's just right, is this little girl prepared in advance?

In her thoughts, she saluted him and said goodbye.

"Teacher Flender, it's getting late, I'll leave first, and I'll come to the academy early tomorrow to find you."

With that, she turned around and walked out of the store.

Walking down the street, she made her way towards the hotel in the center of the city, and as she passed the alley next to the Flender shop, a scruffy drunkard dressed in black leaned against the wall and glanced at her.

This drunkard's image is very bad, his hair is unkempt like a chicken nest, his beard is long and dirty, his face is sallow and full of dirt, he hasn't taken a bath for a long time, he is covered with flies, and no one dares to approach within a radius of five meters.

If Tang San was here at this time, he would definitely be surprised and happy, crying excitedly, this person was none other than his long-lost father, Tang Hao.

The name Tang Hao, except for Tang San, his own son, has no feeling, and everyone in the world knows about the soul masters.