Chapter XVIII: The Soul

Mo Long's eyes narrowed dangerously. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The corners of his mouth hooked up a faint sneer, and he asked, "This amount ...... How big is it?"

Arnold didn't seem to notice the coldness in Mo Long's eyes at all, and his cold eyes were full of disdain, and said, "It's enough for you to be a young master for a lifetime." ”

Mo Long laughed: "In this way, I actually, I don't really want to study in your academy, do you think this is good, I will give you a sum of money, how about you give me your position as vice president?"

Mo Long's words were unscrupulous, so as soon as these words came out, Arnold changed color slightly, and it was the middle-aged and gloomy man named Danny next to him who spoke: "Do you know what you say yourself?"

Mo Long took a deep breath, he was almost killed inexplicably from the first day of crossing, facing the crazy words of the imperial capital, and almost killed people after going out for a walk yesterday, okay, it was the trouble of crossing, he endured it, he couldn't bear it, he didn't even know who wanted him to die, but now, he honestly planned to come to school, and he was going to be squeezed.

Why should he endure it?

Moreover, Mo Long also figured out that this admission quota may be allocated to the heirs of the big family by the empire, so it is impossible for this group of people to directly turn Mo Long away, otherwise, there is no need to make a fuss now, wouldn't it be a better choice to directly tell Mo Long that we don't welcome you.

Therefore, Mo Long also has the ability to be unscrupulous, and he said directly: "I know that this is an institution of higher learning that is well-known throughout the Holy Judgment Continent, and now, this school is trying to turn away a young man who is bent on studying. ”

In the face of Moron's words, Mr. Arnold only raised his eyebrows, and read expressionlessly: "Sparky Field, born in the year 355 of the Holy Calendar, was born with a disability in both legs, so he gave up on himself, and stayed at home until he was eighteen years old before he occasionally went out, and when he went out, it was nothing more than a mess of flowers, and he never tried to study...... with getting stronger. ”

Mo Long looked at the old man, and in the eyes of the other party, he saw a real disdain.

That look is like looking at a piece of garbage, a garbage that doesn't know how to make progress or is crippled.

And Mo Long was also a little silent - is the original owner of this body such a guy?

A man who has been known as crippled since birth, has been abandoning himself until he dies...... Waste?

No, it's not.

Moron didn't know what kind of person the original owner of this body, the soul named Sparky Field, was, but he had felt the anger of the young man, and he had used the instinct of this body as if engraved in the soul to perform a superb sword technique that could rival the silver rank......

He's Moron and Spark...... Don't want to be a waste and won't be a waste.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the depths of his consciousness and body, as if something was pulsating and resonating with him slightly.

It was the remnant will of the soul that once possessed this body, and the moment Mr. Traveler's soul came, their soul and will were entangled, and they were bound to influence and change each other.

He was silent for a long time before he said leisurely: "Even if you are a wasteful person, there will be a day when you want to stand up from the shadows." ”

Almost everyone didn't expect that the young man who had seemed to be-for-tat before would suddenly say such a thing, and for a while, everyone in the audience was a little silent.

As soon as the middle-aged man wanted to speak, the elf little Lori on one side had already said, "Mr. Duke Field, I am willing to accept you as my disciple." ”

Everyone turned their attention to this elf young lady.

At this moment, she stood on her stool, the nervous look on her face had long since been swept away, instead, she looked at Mo Long squarely, and in the face of several inquiring and puzzled looks, she replied, "The elf wants to believe that every soul can be redeemed. ”

At that moment, however, Arnold suddenly said, "I don't agree with you doing this—you've had enough apprentices, my lady Lydia. ”

The elf lady couldn't help but look back at the old man above the main seat.

The old man stood up at this moment, looked condescendingly at Mo Long who was in a wheelchair, and said, "Joan." ”

However...... No one answered.

Mo Long couldn't help but look at the flame-haired woman who was lying on the table and sleeping soundly.

The kind old woman beside the woman was trying to wake up the shaggard-haired fellow.

Our Mr. Arnold, however, seemed to be still immersed in the tremendous pressure he had inflicted on Moron (though Moron had no feeling for it), so he did not look back, raised his voice slightly, and continued: "Joan?!"

With a "bang", the little elf named Lydia sat back on her stool, covered her forehead, and looked at Mr. Arnold with a look of embarrassment for you.

And Mr. Arnold's shout is still not answered.

Awkward atmosphere...... Spread in the air.

Arnold Croft took a deep breath and finally turned around, and when he realized that the woman with the unkempt fur was lying unconscious on the table, snorting and sleeping.

A roar, too, sounded earth-shatteringly.

"Gladyse !!"

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"That is, you are a ...... Scientist?!"

Mo Long, who was in a wheelchair and was being pushed forward by Akali, half-turned his head and looked at the woman named Joan who was walking beside him, scratching his messy hair and yawning, and asked.

"What the hell is that?"

Joan Gladys is a woman with flaming hair, more than 1.7 meters tall, with long legs, it is said that she has the blood of the Yul people, and her body is also hot, and her small waist is simply unbearable, but ...... This guy was a raunchy fellow, with unkempt hair and strange clothes, loose and boastful, but he was a member of the faculty of the Royal Academy of the Ashton Empire.

A ...... engaged in the study of the birth of life Scientist.

Actually, her main research is actually how to make dead things come to life.

Well, Moron kind of knows, why Arnold arranged such a mentor for himself.

And when he came out, under the leadership of Joan, he passed by Mrs. Catherine, who was waiting for him, and the look on the other party's face that wanted to laugh but forcibly held back made Mo Long feel that he had bumped into "great luck".

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