Late at night, Wren rejected Red Hime's reluctant offer and left the mansion.

Let me stay overnight? Are you kidding!

Wren thought to himself, if he stayed a little longer, he was afraid that he would die, right?

That woman named Hongji is so powerful, she not only has ten times the beauty of ordinary women, but also has ten times the desires of ordinary women, and she will only keep asking and taking, as if she doesn't know that she is tired. Hell, is the thing underneath her made of abrasion-resistant, heat-resistant materials?

If it were the usual Wren, relying on the physical strength far beyond ordinary people, he might be able to try to compete with Honghime, but since he fell asleep inexplicably during the day, he woke up and found that his body was very weak, so after the second lingering ended, Wren retreated as if he had fled.

Of course, he wouldn't say, 'I'm sorry, I can't do it hahaha, that's right, I can't do it twice,' but 'it's getting late, and besides, your mother is still sleeping upstairs, and the elderly are very light sleepers, and it would be embarrassing to wake her up'.

That's a good reason, Wren thought to himself, and then sadly found that his legs were as weak as overcooked noodles, and he could barely support his body with trembling. Since it was already the dead of night, there was no carriage on the street, so he had to walk or crawl back to the hotel.

After a lot of hard work, Wren's legs finally brought his master back to his lodgings before he was scrapped, and then he fell to the bed as if he were boneless, and fell asleep in mid-air, before his head and pillow touched.

It wasn't until the next afternoon that Wren opened his eyes, and if he hadn't had a nightmare, maybe he would have slept until late at night - in the dream, Red Ji turned into a monster, and a terrible black hole appeared between her legs, and Wren cried and ran, but he couldn't escape the powerful attraction of the black hole, and at the moment when his whole body was sucked into the black hole, Wren woke up.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Wren gasped, secretly laughing at himself for being frightened by a woman, and then clenched his fist, the feeling of tightness satisfied him, yes, the strength returned to his body, and this great sleep was not in vain.

Since I was lying in kimono last night, I naturally avoided the trouble of dressing after getting up. Wren washed up a little, and went to the lobby on the first floor of the hotel in good spirits, ordered something to fill his stomach, and then saw a brand new notice that had just been pasted on the wall:

【Latest Public Security Notice】

[Recently, the City Security Department has received a total of five missing reports, including three men and two women, because the missing people are all young and healthy people, so the possibility of natural disappearance is ruled out, and it is speculated that it is a premeditated organized human trafficking act. According to the investigation, it was found that there was no connection between the five missing persons, but there were comments such as 'warm-hearted' and 'charitable', so it is very likely that the criminals aroused the sympathy of the missing persons by pretending to be pitiful, and then took advantage of their unpreparedness to commit criminal acts. We would like to remind all members of the public that although kindness is a virtue, it is important to be vigilant to show kindness to avoid accidents. At the same time, if there is any clue about the whereabouts of the five missing persons, you should promptly notify the national guard near you. The portraits of the five missing persons are as follows......]

"It's always not peaceful, is it?"

The waiter brought the set meal ordered by Wren, and saw that he was staring intently at the notice on the wall, so he said casually: "Everything is a mess, and even the clues have to be provided by the people, but I don't know where the taxes we pay are used, maybe they are all put into the big bellies of those adults." ”

"Yes, I have always felt that the soaring price of cloth is inseparable from those who are officials, after all, it is not easy to make them a pair of pants that fit their waistline."

Wren echoed absentmindedly, thinking about what had happened to him yesterday.

"Your insights are quite insightful, guest."

The waiter was amused by Wren's statement, "Then I'll go down first, please call me if you need anything." ”

Wren ignored the waiter's departure, and the fragrant food became like chewing wax in his mouth, because at this moment he suddenly realized that the old woman and her daughter Hongji yesterday were probably related to the disappearance of the person mentioned in the notice.

'Take it easy, you know it's impossible,'

A little man whispered in Wren's left ear, 'First, after helping the old woman, you left intact. Second, before leaving, you even got a great beauty you had never seen before, so in general, you lost nothing but some serum, and instead got a gold coin. If you really encounter a human trafficking gang, then the gang's brains must be in the water. ’

"That doesn't mean those two women are innocent,"

Another villain whispered in Wren's right ear: "This thing itself is very illogical, just helping an old lady with a twisted foot to go home and get a gold coin?" Not to mention her daughter - listen to me, it's so weird, if you're a beautiful woman who has absolutely no shortage of men, would you make a man cool for something as trivial as sending your mother home? ”

It's really cool, Wren sighed silently, and he really almost went to heaven.

"Oh, that's easy to explain, it couldn't be clearer."

The villain on the left said nonchalantly: "This guy Ren is very handsome, and the woman named Hongji is a slut." A slut meets a handsome guy, and it's normal to have some passionate contact, right? The most important thing is that Wren left there without any hindrance, which shows that Honghime and her mother could never be human traffickers. ”

"But ......"

The little man on the right wanted to say more, but Wren waved him away, because he decided to take the little man on the left completely, and then he found that this decision made him feel extra good, and at the same time his appetite improved, and the food that used to taste like chewing wax was delicious again.

Although he still had some difficulty understanding some of what Hongji said, it wasn't enough to affect his mood.

"Since you insist on leaving tonight, then I have nothing left to spare."

As she left last night, Red Hime said, "Be careful, Mr. Wren, and remember that even in the light there are shadows, not shadows created by objects blocking the light, but something darker. As for me...... Don't think too much about me, please work hard to strengthen your strength, since your and my fates coincide again, then there will always be a day when we will meet again. ”

Eccentric woman, quirky words.

Wren shrugged, quickly put the words behind him, and went out for a walk after eating. He wanted to take a carriage to the Avich Circus to watch the performance, but when he arrived, he found that the tickets for the night show had long been sold out, so he had to listen to the exclamations and laughter coming from inside, and enjoy the night view of the capital for a while, and then returned to the hotel to rest.

That night, he slept unusually peacefully, but was awakened by a sharp knock at the door just as it was dawn.

"Who? Don't knock! ”

Wren angrily covered his head with a pillow, but the knock on the door did not go away, and even went so far that it could almost be regarded as slamming the door.

"Don't knock on you, don't you fucking knock, don't you understand people?!"

Wren lifted the quilt, came to the door barefoot, and pulled hard, but he didn't expect to pull the door lock directly.

Just when he was a little dazed, the door of the room that had lost its lock opened leisurely, and there stood an old man with a familiar face, dressed in monk's robes, looking at him with a smile, as if he had not heard the slightest swear words just now.

"Shuk? Brother Shuk? ”

Wren asked, somewhat uncertain.

"Ah, it's me, I didn't expect you to remember my name, young Wren, you have a good memory."

Old Shuk said happily, and then noticed the lock in Wren's hand, "It's not small, if I'm not mistaken, it should be a lock embedded in the door, right?" It's not easy to pull it off empty-handed. ”

"Thanks for the compliment...... No, shouldn't you be on duty in the temple's teleportation room? Why did you come here? ”

"It's a shift change, and I'm finally able to do something else, thanks to Lord Rhodes."

Old Shuke looked very relaxed: "He sent me to pick you up to the training camp, today is the day to report, you won't forget, right?" Is it too exciting? Well, understandable, not everyone can join the Witcher Reserve, and while you may not end up becoming a real Witcher, you'll be proud enough that you'll learn a lot of things there that will last a lifetime......"

"Stop, stop,"

Wren really didn't want to be woken up and endure the nagging of an unfamiliar old man, "Brother Shuke, I haven't forgotten that today is the day of the report, but is it necessary to go so early?" I haven't slept enough yet — I mean, I haven't prepared anything, you know, a change of clothes or something. ”

"Oh, those are not needed, I don't think you need to prepare anything, just go empty-handed like other contemporaries, the training camp will prepare everything you need."

"What do you think?"

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, it was like that when I was younger."

"You mean, you've also been trained as a witcher?"

Wren was a little surprised, "You're a witcher?" ”

"I was, I was."

Old Shuke glanced at Wren strangely, "I thought Lord Rhodes told you, heh, don't mention it, no matter how brilliant it was, it will never be worth the passage of time." As you can see, I'm too old now, so the higher-ups decided that I wasn't fit for battle, so they gave me an easier job - guarding the teleportation circle. ”

"Alright, alright, please wait."

Wren swallowed the surprise in his heart, quickly dressed and washed, and then went downstairs with old Shuk, as for the broken door lock, he naturally forgot to mention it to the hotel staff on duty.

"A demon hunter who was once experienced in a hundred battles, but now has to do nothing to guard the teleportation array, like a gatekeeper, doesn't he feel wronged?"

After the two got into the carriage parked outside the hotel, Wren asked curiously.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, it's just boring, well, it's just boring."

Old Shuke waved his hand, "But seriously, although I'm pretty much the same as the gatekeeper now, I'm much better than those old comrades-in-arms before." ”

"What are they doing now?"

Wren asked suspiciously, even worse than looking at the gate, could it be that another old witcher was sent to clean the toilet?

"Oh, they're all dead."

Old Shuk said lightly: "Most of them died in battle with the enemy, and these guys were lucky enough to die honorably. There are also a few unlucky people who have died of illness, tsk, what a pity. But whether you die in battle or disease, there are very few witchers who can die of a boring old age like me, so it's hard to say whether I'm unlucky or lucky. ”

“……”

Hearing Old Shuke's words, Wren became even more pessimistic about his future, he swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously, "Brother Shuke, if a person can't use the Holy Energy, is it possible for him to become a witcher?" ”

"Holy energy is only a kind of energy, a means to save people or kill people, and demon hunters are professions—isn't it a chef who stir-fries in an iron pot, and not a chef who stir-fry in a copper pot?"

Old Shuck seemed to have the same idea as Rod, "I don't think so, as long as you can cook the food, what do you say?" Of course, if you can't use the Holy Energy, you'll have to put in more effort than others to get things done, that's for sure. ”

"However, many people combine the strength of the Holy Energy with the degree of faith, and in the eyes of most people, the inability to use the Holy Energy means that the belief in the Supreme God is not strong enough."

After all, the Holy Energy is a power from the light and a gift from the Most High God to believers, so the unbelievers will definitely not be able to use the Holy Energy. But don't forget that the followers of the Most High God are spread throughout Arcia, and there are quite a few in Kalmudor, so can each of these countless believers use the Holy Power? If it were true, then the evil thing would have been extinct long ago. But can you accuse them of not having enough faith in our Lord just because they can't use their Holy Energy? This is also obviously unreasonable. ”

"It seems so,"

Wren pondered, "So how does the Holy Energy appear in a person?" ”

"To put it simply, it's all about talent."

Old Shuk thought for a while, and then said excitedly: "Yes, let me give you an analogy, the power of God is like a vast ocean, and believers are bottles floating in the sea. Our Lord is forgiving, and he does not hide or be stingy with his power, and allows those bottles to be filled with seawater, but these bottles are large and small, so that some can be filled with a lot, others can only be filled with a little, and many more cannot even be opened. ”

"Well, thank you, Brother Shuk, the analogy is quite simple and easy to understand."

Wren nodded, "It doesn't seem that the Supreme God refuses to give it, and it's not that my faith is not strong enough, but that I really don't have that talent." ”

Of course, it's more likely that I don't have any faith at all, Wren muttered to himself.

"Don't be discouraged, young man. I can sense that there is not the slightest divine energy in you, but I also know that you have other talents, don't I? You have a lot of strength, and frankly, I don't think the moment you pulled the door lock off just now is the power that ordinary people can have, but you don't have any other traces of energy on your body - so you can only say that you are talented. ”

Old Shuke comforted: "Think about it, after high-intensity training, your muscles will probably contain more strength than now, right?" As long as it is equipped with a weapon that is qualified, will it be much worse than the Holy Light Slash to swing the knife with this kind of power? Know that this is your own power, not borrowed from anyone or God. ”

His words made Wren's eyes light up, as if the yarn that had been tangled suddenly found a clue.

Brother Shuk had a point, and Wren thought to himself, why should I bother too much about whether I could use the Holy Power?

You know, in some areas where the magic element is barren, even the most powerful mage can hardly perform a small fireball spell, and in such a place he can only be ravaged by others; The Holy Energy is a mysterious gift from God, and even if you have a firm faith, you may not be able to obtain much strong Holy Energy.

Yes, why should I be too entangled in external forces? I'm gifted, it's just that I haven't taken it seriously, Wren said to himself in his heart.

This is not to blame him, a few people who are born with strong mental powers, can easily learn and perform esoteric magic, such people will be called genius magicians; Others, who are born with an excellent sense of divine energy, are destined to hold important positions in the Holy See when they grow up.

And what does Wren have to show off? Never lost a wrist wrestle?

Come on, that's stupid, after all, he has received an elite education since he was a child, and in that upper circle, no talent will only be evaluated as mediocre, but if he proudly tells others 'Hey, I can't see it, Lao Tzu has a lot of strength', then he will be treated as an idiot immediately - most of the elites have the same idea as Morris, and he has a lot of strength? It's ridiculous, that's what you need when you are a dock worker.

But now, after listening to the words of old Shuke, Wren suddenly became enlightened, although he still resisted becoming a witcher, but this did not prevent him from trying to make himself stronger in the future training camp. After all, this is a magical world, even in a place like the capital of the Holy Light Empire, in terms of public security, it is definitely not better than a third-tier city in the previous life that was full of electronic eyes. So there is no harm in becoming stronger, it can be used to protect yourself, and it can also be used to protect the people you care about.

"Thank you, Brother Shuk."

Wren said solemnly.

"Thanks? Thank me for what? ”

Old Shuk was a little stunned.

"Thank you for your enlightenment, I think my previous thoughts were a little negative, it would only waste my precious life in vain, but I would not gain anything."

"Oh, you're so out-of-this, Wren, it's rare that someone is willing to talk to me as an old man, and I want to thank you."

As the two thanked each other numbly, the carriage stopped under the long staircase outside the Temple of Light.

Wren stepped out of the carriage and looked up, where two familiar faces were already standing on the platform at the end of the steps, one was Archbishop Mycella, and the other was Rhodes, the current chief witcher.

And beside Wren, there were constantly carriages with temple marks slowly stopping, and out of it were young people about the same age as him, of course, the same gender as him.

"Alas,"

Wren sighed, he knew that in the days to come, he would never be able not to think about the woman named Honghime.