"Hi, Sister Mary." In order to avoid a second embarrassment, Moslian decided to say hello first.

I thought that the other party would just nod and leave, but I didn't expect her to walk straight towards him.

"I'm hungry, that's normal." Saying that, Maria handed the broth in her hand to Moslian in front of her, "This is for you, you should need to replenish your energy now." ”

Moslian had just wanted to refuse, but she swallowed hard after she finished speaking.

He took the broth from Maria's hand and bowed slightly to thank him, it was true that he was in dire need of energy right now, and it didn't feel good to train hungry.

"Thank you."

"No thanks, I'm sure you'll be back." Mary said meaningfully.

Moslian didn't deny it, just bowed again, took the broth and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Mary said to him, "Continue to come to me tonight to heal." ”

Without a pause, Moslian walked towards him without looking back, Sister Mary was not as simple as it seemed.

Maybe she has a secret that no one knows, and it's best to stay away from her at the moment, and in the growth stage when you don't know whether it's friend or foe, low-key development is the best choice.

……

In another place, Momoli, who has been training for two days, is helping Charles with medicine to heal his injuries.

Charles' injuries were severe, with the scars penetrating four centimeters deep through the flesh and nearly hurting the heart and causing death.

"What's wrong with you in the past two days, I always feel like you've changed as a different person." Accept Momoli's gentle Charr asked curiously.

In the past two days, Momomi's initial changes were still very stiff, and it felt like a prank.

But as two days passed, Momoli's gentle change became more and more skillful, and it seemed that he was really seeking change, not a prank.

"Really? I don't think I've changed much. Mo Moli, who had a weak face, turned his head and replied.

The lying heart couldn't be hidden, but he couldn't tell Charles how to ask Moslian about such a humiliating thing.

"Did something happen, or ......"

"It's nothing, you don't care!" As soon as he was stimulated, Momoli returned to his previous appearance, looking arrogant.

This sentence came out, and it didn't feel right to go around Momoli, which seemed to be a symbol of unfriendliness.

She suddenly remembered Moslian's figurative teachings, and it didn't seem right to be angry in this situation.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it, it's me who is too talkative." Charles didn't feel anything, but felt that this kind of Momoli was right.

All of a sudden, there is a drastic change, and that's called a horror.

But before she could say anything, Momoli left a sentence, "I'll ask if there's anything else, so I'll leave first." ”

Disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Charles looking at her departing back in a daze, and suddenly she thought of the person she hadn't seen in two days, Moslian.

The warm teenager who used to see him every day has completely disappeared in the past few days, as if he had never been here.

When he first came here to heal, Charles just thought that this was his hometown and wanted to come back to see it, and he didn't have any expectations.

But Moslian's appearance made him feel that this village was beginning to have a little more meaning, and even a little more fun in life, but this feeling was like a flash in the pan, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Are you really going to come to me?"

The word Praetorian Knights has always been feared and kept away from in the Heavenly Domain, but in fact, Praetorian Knights are not warriors who can only kill, many of the Praetorian Knights are flesh and blood, and people with feelings.

She had heard many of the regiment's visions, all of which were just to return to their hometown, start a family, and live well, fighting only because of orders, and being instilled with orders that could not be refused from an early age.

After Momoli escaped, he found Moslian, who was eating, and he was feasting on the broth.

It is worthy of the nuns' food, it is said to be broth, but in fact, the meat in it can be made into a separate dish, no wonder the nuns are all so good.

"Tut-tut, like a beast that hasn't eaten in hundreds of years." Mo Moli, who came to find him, said mockingly on the side.

He looked at Moslian like he was looking at garbage.

Moslian didn't care about this at all, quietly finished eating the broth, and even smashed his mouth.

"No way, how can a country man like me be able to compare to a noble knight like you." Putting the bowl down, Moslian replied.

"Humph! It's good to know. With a cold snort, Mo Moli walked in front of him, which was very in line with her character.

As Moslian guessed, there was a chance that Momoli would be in trouble again, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a hurry to find him.

Momoli's emotions are never hidden, probably because of the magic she is good at, so she doesn't have to hide her emotions at all.

She has stealth skills, and when she usually appears, it is the time of the enemy's death, and she doesn't do a head-on battle, so she really doesn't need to hide any emotions.

didn't give Moslian more time, and was directly dragged to the glade by Mo Moli.

"Let's start the simulation."

"It's fine." Moslian didn't ask too much, anyway, when he simulated it later, he would get the answer he wanted.

Sure enough, in the next scenario simulation, Moslian learned everything, and Charles's suspicion was normal, and not suspicion was abnormal.

He also gave the answer that Momoli wanted to know, which was nothing more than some half-guess, a sentence of "who knows" to solve everything.

Sometimes ambiguous words are beneficial to both parties, and there is no denying that there is no certainty, which is the essence of fish farming.

It's like a scumbag who hangs a man's appetite, not refusing or accepting to let you guess, this is just the most basic skill.

Momoli, who got the answer, continued to train her emotional intelligence, but unfortunately, her emotional intelligence is indeed surprisingly low and she will not be flexible.

Like a mathematical genius, he doesn't understand anything about the language of adaptation.

Immediately after that, it was the most painful physical training of the day, maybe to thank him, or maybe the relationship was a little better, today's Momoli is not so violent, at least there are fewer serious injuries.

Although pain is inevitable, it is good to be able to suffer less injuries.

After the training, Momoli left, but at this moment, Moslian suddenly felt that someone was staring at him, but he didn't know who and where to watch him.

Since Mo Moli can't feel it, maybe he's suspicious.

Keeping this doubt aware, Moslian walked towards the monastery as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't until ten minutes after he left that a bird with white wings flew away from the branch in the woods.