Old Will was restless, and every name that fell would provoke a burst of exclamations.

Fortunately, I didn't mention his name.

The hundred names were quickly called, and Hoth gathered a hundred lion men and led them directly to the newly built wooden house simple classroom next to the mine.

The soundproofing of the wooden house is not very good, Alan did not prohibit the orcs from eavesdropping, the orcs lined up to go to the cement hut for treatment, just close to the cabin, and they listened to the sound in the classroom outside by the way.

Allen's voice is full of magnetism, very good, and he speaks very philosophically, using various cases to analyze the basic points of human nature, from shallow to deep, to educate the lion people how to be quality lions.

"What is a quality aristocratic lion? You first have to understand what it means to be ......."

Some lions showed confused expressions, this kind of class is not dangerous, so what is the test for?

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

Old Will also showed a puzzled expression, he didn't understand the point of this kind of class.

Most of these lion soldiers were between twenty and forty years old, and their concepts of life had already been formed, and it was difficult for others to be moved, and Old Will really didn't understand Allen's purpose.

"Has he changed his nature and become kind?" Old Will's brows were furrowed into the shape of "Chuan", and he didn't believe it.

Alan's voice reached the outside of the house, and the power of hypnosis weakened a lot, only a slight hypnotic effect, and the lions were unaware that they were being subtly changed.

Will didn't notice anything unusual, he had been suspicious for a long time, but after listening to the opening paragraph, he unconsciously listened to it.

It's a pity that the sound is a little small, and there is a paragraph without a paragraph.

When you enter the cement house, you will be helped to apply your feet and massage them.

Will is not an Awakened and still enjoys healing benefits, which is the old priest's greatest concern.

After the massage, the old priest went out and wanted to go to the lecture again.

For some reason, it's obviously boring content, but he listens to it with relish.

Half an hour passed in a daze, and Alan stopped when he finished speaking, and he would not delay the class.

He still had something to do, and it was impossible to spend a lot of time hypnotizing these people.

After the ideological and moral class, the lion man inside returned to normal from the state of listening to the class, there was no discoloration on his face, he only felt that the efficiency of today's class was very high, and he was fascinated when he listened to it, as long as he recalled the content of the class a little, he remembered how to be a quality lion.

Be well-behaved, be polite, think of others, think of the people, etc.

Old Will also finished his listening and returned to the mine to continue his work.

Until he was eating, he bit a stone in a porridge and woke up suddenly.

"I listened to the class for half an hour, and there was no supervisor to urge me to go back to work, what's going on?"

Old Will smacked his mouth, feeling that something was wrong, but he really couldn't think of the crux of the problem.

……

Along the official road of Silver City, two rows of trees are verdant, and birds are singing and fragrant.

The Assassin Bell stood in the canopy of a tree, his whole body painted in camouflage, hunched motionless, making a precursor gesture of a tiger pounced.

He licked his lips, excited to return to the forest, and decided to celebrate by eating a raw protein-rich green bug.

Of course, insects can't be eaten indiscriminately, otherwise it is easy to break the stomach.

He has a knack for the study of wild meat, staring at the fat and muscular green worm thighs, and now is the moment to put the idea into practice.

Rumble.

The ground rumbled, and Bell cursed and felt very sorry for the insects that jumped from the wild vegetable leaves.

The bug was six centimeters long, very thick, and had very good muscles.

But idle things are idle things, and it's still important to get down to business.

He stopped catching insects, lifted his instep, made a few clicks on his tree skills, jumped onto the canopy of the official road, and secretly observed with only one eye.

There were more gray black shadows in the distance, and the black shadows were surging, more and more, rushing in the direction of Silver City, and the number was very large.

"The Lion Soldiers of Moonlight Valley?" Bell's heart skipped a beat.

This time, the task was to monitor the official road in the field to see if there was any trace of a large-scale lion soldier hurrying, but he didn't expect that he had just carried out the mission, and he met the main master, which was simply good luck.

"I don't know how many soldiers Moonlight Valley has transferred, is there 20,000, or 30,000?"

Bell felt both nervous and excited, reminding him of the last night he had monitored the Goblin Beast tide on the Beastmaster's head.

It was a bold challenge, and this time too.

Bell decided to stay and follow them all the way to see how many troops they had sent.

Originally, he was only responsible for warning with carrier pigeons, and he could retreat at any time, but now he chose to follow his heart's desire and challenge the high difficulty.

Bell whistled, and two seconds later a medium-sized pigeon flew through the woods.

It has a graceful curve, a round head, expressive eyes, full wings, and two golden feathers on its inner wings that are inadvertently exposed when flying.

If there were lions here, they would recognize them as former temple pigeons!

"Little carrier pigeon, go quickly, I'll stay and continue to watch." Bell didn't care if he could understand it, and rubbed the pigeon's round head indiscriminately.

The carrier pigeon grunted dissatisfiedly, flapping its wings hard, a little disgusted by his dirty hands.

Bell doesn't care if it's dirty or not, just tie the letter up.

Then the carrier pigeon left with the letter, and the forest was quiet for a while.

It wasn't until a minute later that the Lionheart's army approached, and the place was back to the bustle.

……

Alan finished today's moral lesson, returned to his big villa, and leisurely waited for the maids to boil water.

In this backward ancient world, the orcs often took cold baths and generally did not take hot and dry baths.

Because this is the south, no matter how cold the weather is, it will not be so cold that it will freeze, and the minimum temperature of 10 degrees is almost the limit.

But the city lord, the treatment is definitely different.

"Master Allen, the water is boiling."

The cat-eared maid wore a black shirt uniform with a corseted waist, a black and red checkered miniskirt, and a new black jumpsuit, which made her legs look long and slender.

The small white apron in front of him, holding the corners of the small skirt in both hands, ran to Allen in small steps, her small breasts trembled, and she was not deformed, because she was wearing a new corset from the embroidery shop.

Wearing the corset, the maid Henier felt that her chest was more bulging, and at the same time, the curvature was more rounded, full, and very beautiful.

She blinked, hinting at Allen.

However, Alan didn't react much, only smiled faintly, and let Henier's freshly swollen thoughts quietly extinguish again.

Eren went straight to the bathroom, his mind recalling the various martial arts he had learned before, and perhaps some low-level martial arts had a miraculous effect......

Lord Allen may be a herbivorous aristocratic young master, not a carnivorous young master...... Henier put away her smile and fiddled with her headscarf depressedly, wondering how to attack Allen, then marry into the city lord, and then go to the peak of life.

Suddenly, a special pigeon from the Intelligence Department fluttered and landed on her shoulder, pecking at her freshly made white turban with its head.