A warm morning light belonging to the bright sun splashed straight on the gray-brown quilt that wrapped Loran at a very tricky angle through the wooden window covered by brown curtain cloth. The sunlight is diffusely reflected, illuminating Loren's sleeping face.

Outside the room, a maid dressed in bloated clothing came with a freshly brewed soup.

The maid walked to the slightly hidden door of Loraine, raised her left hand, which was wearing white cloth gloves, and was about to knock on the door, when a large hand suddenly appeared in front of her, interrupting her movements.

"Hawke's ......"

"Shh......h ”

"Understood, Master Hawke." The maid nodded in reply.

"I'll leave this to me." Hawke gestured to the tray in the maid's hand, and the maid was startled, then handed the tray to Hawke, and then leaned down.

Hawke softly pushed open the door, moved a wooden chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked at Loraine, who was still asleep on the bed, and sighed lightly.

He placed the plate on top of his lap, scooped a spoonful of the soup, moved it to his lips and blew on it before bringing it to Loraine's lips.

His hand didn't move even a little, because he was wondering if this action would disturb Loraine's rest.

All along, Hawke has set his sights on helping Loren become a good knight. He knew that this was an extremely difficult matter, so he had been strict with Luo Lan and would not allow him to slack off.

However, neither fate nor the talented bloodline passed down from generation to generation allowed Hawke to get his wish. Loraine has been training day and night in penance, and he still has to rely on the power of wizards like him to continue to live in this prejudiced continent.

As fate would have it, time was gone. In order for Loren to be able to get rid of the shackles, Hawke's strict father image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, in other words, Hawke deprives Loren of the leisurely childhood he should have, leaving him only endless penance training.

Looking back, it was as if Hawke had deliberately put away the signs pointing to shortcuts and deliberately made things difficult for Loren.

"Probably...... There are only a few months left. Hawke muttered under his breath.

More than twenty days later, the various knight academies in the northern region of the Shenwu Continent will send representatives to Shuangqiu Town to recruit new students. As long as Loran reaches the most basic level of beginner knight retinue, he will be admitted to the Knight Academy, and after a while, Loland will travel far away to report to the Knight Academy that accepted him. This time, at least a few years.

How many parents in the world don't love their own flesh and blood? How many are willing to separate themselves from their children?

Hawke recalls the bits and pieces of the past few years, and his heart is full of guilt. The only thing he can do is to help Luo Lan successfully upgrade and get admitted to the Knight Academy, and give him more fatherly love who has been late for many years.

Hawke was preoccupied with his thoughts, and he didn't notice that Loraine, who was whispering, quietly rolled over. It was a big move, and when Hawke noticed it, he was a little too late.

Loraine's face touched the spoon in Hawke's right hand, and the spoon tilted slightly, and the still somewhat hot soup flowed, and the soup spilled on Loren's handsome cheeks, and the scorching heat pulled Loren back from his sleep.

"Hoo!" Loraine subconsciously let out a low roar, the sound of which was like the wail of a demon in purgatory when he was tortured.

"Loraine?" Hawke's expression changed rapidly, from the panic and guilt of realizing that he had missed, to the surprise of hearing Loraine's low roar, and finally the confusion of realizing that it did not seem to be a low roar, but some kind of voice that he had heard before.

"Father." Seeing Hawke's expression, Loren thought that he had done something wrong again, and quickly got up. However, before he could straighten up, he was intercepted by Hawke's arm.

"You don't have to get up. Have you forgotten what I said in the wee hours of the morning? Rest during the day and practice at night. Hawke's face turned cold unconsciously, and his fierce face was revealed.

"Father's ......"

"Eh," Hawke shook his head with a wry smile as he realized he was back in the role of Father Yan, "It's okay, it's okay. Luo Lan, you rely on it first, I'll feed you soup. ”

Loren was flattered, he couldn't understand why his father had suddenly changed to look like this.

He shifted and leaned against the head of the bed, and Hawk spooned the soup that had cooled down a little and brought it to Loraine's lips. Lorain opened his mouth, leaned forward, and introduced the soup from the spoon into his mouth, and then Hawke withdrew the spoon and filled the soup again, and so on.

After more than ten minutes passed, the utensils containing the thick soup bottomed out.

Hawk set the plate aside and asked with a light smile, "Do you feel better after drinking?" ”

"I'm feeling better, Father." Lorraine replied truthfully.

"That's good," Hawke nodded with satisfaction, "Remember this lesson, you are not allowed to cultivate when your body energy is exhausted in the future!" ”

"Understood."

"Okay, then you can continue to rest, and I'll see you in the evening." With that, Hawke picked up his plate and got up and walked out the door.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, and turned around and said, "Loraine, what you just said was ......" Hawke denied his inner conjecture again, smiled bitterly, and tilted his head back, "It's okay, take a good rest." ”

The door was gently closed by Hawke, leaving Loren alone leaning against the head of the bed, confused.

Loren sensed that something was wrong with her.

"Say? What did I just say? Loren thought back to all the words she had said since she woke up.

"It's hot!" Loren silently read the first words he said when he woke up, and in an instant, he realized that something was not quite right.

"No, it doesn't seem to be this ......"

Luo Lan's eyebrows froze, a word flashed through his mind, and the wail appeared again: "Roar! ”

A familiar and unfamiliar word, uttered through Loraine's mouth. When Luo Lan heard his voice, he couldn't help but gasp, and his scalp was numb.

It was a subconscious word he uttered, and its meaning was similar to "hot", but it was clearly a language that belonged to another language, and it was a language that Loren had not studied before.

The strange foreign word "This is ......" is like a little spark that instantly ignites the grassland covered in Luo Lan's brain. In an instant, countless words and sentences that were similar but with different meanings burst out from the depths of Luo Lan's mind like a spring.

"Hahahaha!" In Loraine's mind, Rheinharut's voice suddenly sounded, "How about this greeting gift, do you like it?" ”