Beckland North End, St. Samuel's Church Interior Training Room.

"Smack!"

Grandin blocked a straight punch to his face with his left hand. Make a fist with your right hand and quickly return the salute to the other person's face.

Not surprisingly, his fist was also blocked by the old man.

"You, promoted?"

Bishop Rosen used a question, but the tone was quite affirmative.

Grandin folded his arms in front of his chest and twitted with small steps under his feet, "That's right, just last night, I was stronger again. So this class is coming out, what are you waiting for? Come on! ”

Before the words fell, spirituality plucked in his mind like strings. After receiving the reminder, he instantly bounced back, and only then did he avoid the old man's 'flirting feet'.

He was angry and wanted to scold the street, but the collar was grabbed by the old man.

The old man relied on the disadvantage of his height and squeezed in front of Grandin. He wrapped his hands around his chest, bent his knees against his elbows, and then leaned heavily on his shoulders!

The next moment, Grandin spun around and flew out like a cannonball, experiencing the pain of an out-of-body soul again.

"That's the last lesson I'll teach you, never take anyone lightly."

Bishop Rosen slowly put on his robes and restrained the momentum of his whole body.

"Now, class is over."

……

He said he didn't want to fight Grandin in the second round.

Bishop Rosen's win-and-run behavior was despised by Grandin.

"You're strong, but the next moment, it's mine!"

Grandin's physical prowess after promotion allowed him to recover from the blow quickly, and relying on his superior memory, he also copied the old man's combo.

Because his fighting ability was up to par, Bishop Rosen shifted the focus of his teaching to Grandin's basic occultism.

When Grandin arrived at the 'Beckland Sewage Center', his suitcase was already full of occult books such as "A Thousand Materials" and "Secret Identification".

The 'emergency response team' still looks like a miasma. This time, the whole group was playing cards around the table.

Grandin said hello, walked over to the desk assigned to him, and laid down his luggage. Then I opened all the windows in the office one by one.

He had always thought that the air quality in Beckland was poor, so he rarely opened the windows, but now the smell in the office was more unbearable than the air.

He sat down in his seat, sorted through the books, and picked out the Hundred Questions on Ritual Magic that interested him the most. But as soon as he finished reading the preface, he gave up.

"Great, I've got another bedtime read."

He looked at the stack of books with a hollow look on his face, the one he had just picked up was already the most interesting of them.

So when Borgia invited him to play cards with him, he agreed after a little thought.

When he sat down at the poker table, he also brought a copy of "Encyclopedia of Mysteries and Common Mistakes", which was his last insistence.

They play a simple 21 points, there is no dealer, and it is purely a big dealer.

Grandin found that the pain was all comparative, such as the other three people at the table who were more miserable than he was.

"Grandin, are you counting cards?" Al frowned.

"What?"

Grandin flipped the page of the book, and he looked at the cards he had been given: 'A' and 'J'.

"Excuse me, 21."

The faces of the other three people at the table became even more bitter.

He divided his mind into three parts, one to play cards with them, one to sort out the remnants of the potion spill in his body, and the largest part of his energy was focused on reading.

"At 14, I think I still have a card." Lorota hesitated for a long time, but decided to take the risk.

"No, if you want another card, you'll bust." Grandin glanced at her and affirmed.

As he said, Lorota drew a 'Q', with a total of 24 points, and he was bustling.

"Gran, did you secretly divination?" Lorota stared at Grandin's hands.

"No, I don't need to divinate this kind of thing at a glance. It's not that I can't afford to play, and I won't have fun at all when I use extraordinary abilities......"

The more he spoke, the quieter he became, because after turning most of his attention back to this side, he spotted the anomaly.

There was a green light on Lorota's head, like the color of an avalanche in the stock market, so he subconsciously judged that Lorota couldn't win just now.

He hurriedly turned off the multithreaded task in his head, and after a slight dizziness, he returned to his normal perspective.

Now he could see it more clearly.

In the new hand, Lorota had a total of 17 points, and she couldn't decide whether to continue to play.

This time, there was a red glow on her head.

"I think you can get another one."

He suggested.

El deals.

Grandin suddenly found that his spiritual strings had been plucked. But by the time he tried to take a closer look, the red light on Lorota's head had vanished.

"Club '4', 21 o'clock!"

Lorota was so excited that she dropped the cigarette on her pants.

"Oh no! I just bought the pants! ”

"Haha, that's fate! The more you win, the more you lose! A pair of pants doesn't come cheap. Counting what you just earned, you actually lost money. ”

Borgia gloated and grinned, who had never won, glanced at Grandin maliciously, as if expecting him to lose the favor of good fortune in the future.

"Lorota, as long as you save up the money for cigarettes, you will find that it doesn't really cost much to buy a pair of pants."

Al began to sort the cards.

Grandin was completely stunned.

He gains a new ability, and he struggles to keep his eyes open. But this ability is like a flash in the pan, and the top of everyone's head is normal.

At this point, the conversation at the table was already about how to quit smoking.

"Long-term smoking, it's easy to get lung disease, and I want my team members to be healthier."

The job of a night watchman can be extremely stressful, and it does take a few small things to soothe your mood under long-term pressure. But Al thinks Lorota would be better off switching to a healthier hobby.

"Of course I know the benefits of quitting smoking, but I can't help myself."

Lorota shrugged helplessly.

This topic has actually been repeated many times, but unfortunately, this issue has not been solved until now.

After relying on his own efforts to no avail, Grandin began to try new methods.

He burned his spirit and came to the black lake, transiting through his own eyes in reality, and he had to look at reality in this mysterious space.

This time, he finally saw the light on Lorota's body.

When she said she wanted to quit smoking, the light was green and there seemed to be numbers flashing in it, but he couldn't see clearly.

After the last round of verification, Grandin believes that this means that it is no drama and that her quitting smoking will not be successful.

But the "numerology tree" swayed slightly, so he knew he could do more.