It wasn't until two days after Valolet announced the final assessment that the tension that permeated the underground training camp eased.

In the past two days, many people have indeed tried to get some general information about the assessment questions from other tutors, so as to seize the last time to do some targeted exercises, but apparently no one has succeeded, and the instructors' answers are surprisingly consistent - 'get your mind right, be patient'.

Late at night, Wren was packing his bags in his dorm room.

When he said that he was 'luggage', it was actually nothing more than the original clothes and shoes, after all, he didn't bring anything with him before entering the training camp, so naturally he had nothing to take with him when he left.

It seemed a little too anxious, he thought, the assessment would only start in three days, and it would last for four days, so there was no need to pack things so long in advance. Thinking so, he stopped, and then took out an inconspicuous ring from the pocket of his old clothes, a space ring that once belonged to his father, Maurice.

Wren knew that there were a lot of alchemical materials, some clothes, and a lot of gold stored in it - yes, his father was one of the few people at the top of the country's alchemy industry, even if not talking about the good salary offered by the association, the extra income from his inventions alone was something that ordinary people would not even dare to think about. So even if my father spent a lot of money to make flesh giants, the rest was still a considerable amount of wealth.

Unfortunately, thanks to Rod, Morris died in an instant. He died painlessly, and he didn't have time to explain anything about the aftermath, including the opening code of this spatial ring.

Wren did not hate Rhodes, as he replied when confronted with Ms. Helen's questioning. Even though Rhodes cut off the head of his last loved one.

But......

What if he hadn't met Rhodes at the time?

So what's going on now?

If my mother hadn't died, if my father hadn't gone mad, what would be the situation now?

Never guessed, never guessed. There are no 'ifs' in this world, there are just unpredictable fates and uncontrollable human hearts.

Wren smiled wryly, put the ring back in the pocket of his old clothes, and grabbed the black knife that lay across the bedside.

The long knife was unsheathed, and the obsidian-like blade appeared before his eyes. Over the past few months, it has faithfully fulfilled its obligations, and even when it collides with weapons tempered by the Holy Light every day, and has to resist countless arrows of light every day, it remains as clean as new. The combination of the 'high-level telekinesis enhancement' and the telepathic nature of the Tasa Magic Iron does not seem to be as simple as Vaolet claims, the black knife can not only follow the master's fighting spirit and become sharp and strong, it also seems to be able to produce some other changes.

During one of the battle drills, Wren's opponent, a tall and thin reserve named 'Grover', who has a keen sense of magic, and Wren's several attempts to cause him a trap effect or negative debuff effects were dodged one after another, and he could barely force him to fight in close combat. Of course, if Wren is willing to disarm the Steelarmour, then he can also use his superior mobility to get close to his enemies after removing that armor - in that case, he will have to work on dodging, or he will be able to pierce a hole in him with a random glowing arrow.

In the underground training camp, Wren is not the only one who keeps getting stronger.

The grappling was eventually halted by Valolet and ruled out to be a draw. Wren didn't care about the result, what he cared about was that when he was desperately thinking, 'Damn, it would be nice if the weapon could be a little longer', for a moment, he seemed to really feel the black knife grow an inch longer - of course, it could also be an illusion, because no matter how much Wren tried afterwards, the knife didn't change in any way beyond the reasonable range.

What are you kidding, it's not a wishful golden hoop stick.

Wren smiled, and he gently raised the black knife in front of his eyes, as if he couldn't get enough of it. After all, in a few days it won't be its own.

In fact, even if Rod finally showed mercy and agreed to let Wren take the weapon, he would not accept it.

Deep down, Wren is grateful for the people he has met over the years, whether it's Rhodes and Helen, Polly or Maleos – even Valolet. He clearly knew that in this world, those who are willing to give you gold may not be really generous, but those who are willing to teach you knowledge (for free) must be impeccable generosity.

And his own plans are not above board, and he is already ashamed of his dedication to these people.

In fact, it is precisely because the tutors have more or less extra care for Rennes that he must be very cautious if he wants to release water in the final assessment, which is similar to how it is difficult for a poor student to get good grades in the exam, and it is not easy for a top student to answer a few more questions incorrectly and reasonably.

Fortunately, Wren has found an ingenious breakthrough for this, after all, he has not trained with Luo Yu for nearly half a year, in this case, it is normal to be 'inaccurate', right?

“…… You must know that there are four courses in the assessment, and anyone who fails any of them will be brushed down, yes, even if the other three are full marks! ”

This was what Valolet had said personally, especially since Wren had asked him again afterwards to confirm that he had long since stopped using a crossbow and was he still participating in the shooting test as normal as everyone else. Valolet sneered and replied in the affirmative: "As I promised before, Rennes, I will do my best to help you improve yourself and help you do better." Now that I've done my duty, I'll leave it to the final judge whether or not you're qualified to be a true witcher. ”

Is it left to the final assessment to judge? That's great.

Wren sighed contentedly, lay back on the bed, put the black knife back at the head of the bed, and threw out a wind breath spell to extinguish the oil lamp. The room went into darkness, and he soon fell asleep.

In the dimness, Wren heard a woman's scream in the distance, and her voice was full of horror, as if the man was going through something terrible.

"Don't scream, Your Highness Princess, I'm here to save you......"

Wren pulled out the black knife stuck in the dragon's head, and ran to the depths of the cave in a hurry, "Come out quickly, the dragon has been killed by me, you can come out boldly now...... Got dressed? It doesn't matter if you're not wearing it, it's dark here......"

"Y-Who are you?"

The screaming stopped, and someone asked timidly.

"My name is Wren, maybe you've heard of me?"

"Oh my God, you're Lord Wren? Is it the legendary traveler, the personable knight, the man who is as free as the wind, and the incomparably handsome and powerful Lord Wren? ”

"Laugh, Princess, those are just false names—but who else but me can slay such a mighty dragon? Who else can rescue you in such a situation? ”

"It's really you, Lord Wren!"

A young girl sprang out of the depths of the cave and plunged headlong into Wren's arms. The crown on the girl's head shows her identity - the only daughter of King Wuhee, Princess Heehee.

"I never thought that there would be such an honor, the little girl is just a princess, how can it be worth slaying the dragon with your own hands? Oh, how can I repay you......"

The princess buried her face in Wren's chest, and sweet tears wet his shirt.

"If you can, please give me a kiss."

He said softly.

"Well, well, if you want that......"

The girl let out a shy moan and slowly raised her head. Her face was full of vicissitudes, and she had a short, gray beard, and her eyes were as hot as the sun......

The princess has the face of a chief witcher......

Wren screamed and shoved her away.

"Y-What's wrong with you, Lord Wren?"

"Ah, I suddenly realized, how can I do such a bully?! I'm not a whore! ”

"It's okay, as long as it's your order, you can ...... it anyway"

The princess said with infinite tenderness: "It doesn't matter if it's a kiss or anything else, as long as it's you, Lord Wren, you know that you risked your life to save me......"

"It's a small life, why worry about it!"

Wren said solemnly: "As long as you give me money!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Lord Wren, come and pick me, come and enjoy me, fry and boil as you like...... You're not shy, are you? What little fool just asked me if I was dressed......"

The princess wrapped herself around Rod's face like an octopus, and Wren pointed the black knife in his hand at her in horror: "Stand back! Back off! Otherwise, I'll kill you! ”

"You're rejecting me? It's just a grass people, and you deserve it too?! ”

The princess was finally enraged, and she stared at Wren viciously, and suddenly began to scream loudly again, and that cry was full of despair and fear.

"Stop screaming! Hell, why do I have such perverted dreams......"

Wren opened his eyes with a sob, it was still pitch black outside the window, and the woman's screams still didn't stop.

He patted his head to make sure the staccato screaming was not the aftermath of a nightmare, but coming from the direction of the chapel—there were no women in the reserves, and there was only one of the mentors.

Helen!

Wren instantly jumped up from the bed, quickly got dressed, and then grabbed the black knife and rushed out of the dormitory. In the darkness, the windows of the chapel shone brightly, like a lighthouse, and like the lonely hut of the gravekeeper in the silent cemetery.

Please, Ms. Helen, please, you just accidentally kicked the table leg!

Even though he knew it was ridiculous, Wren prayed in his heart. As he kicked open the door of the chapel, Helen's screams came to an abrupt end.

After seeing the situation in front of him, Wren couldn't help but gasp.

His five mentors knelt on the front stage, and Luo Yu and Mareos didn't see anything unusual, but there was indescribable anger on their faces; Polly, on the other hand, was wrapped in a thin chain that shimmered faintly blue; Vaolet's weapon was gone, and his arms hung at his sides in an extremely twisted form; Lady Helen sat slumped beside her, her eyes glazed and blood dripping from her mouth and nose, as if she had just been subjected to a terrible ordeal.

Strangers - six strange humans, five men and one woman, scattered behind the five gurus. They were dressed in different ways, old and young, but they all had the same arrogant look on their faces.

Beneath the podium, Wren's colleagues sat crookedly on benches with their backs to him. Wren knew that they were not voluntary, in fact, he could not maintain his standing position now, and the sudden paralysis had spread to most of his body, and he had to find a chair closest to him to sit down, or simply fall to the ground.

Apparently, the reservists chose the former, like him.

The scene was eerie, terrifying, yet unexpectedly harmonious—as if it were a dismal theater with a sparse audience and an unpleasant tragedy playing out on stage.

"Thirty-one energetic young people, thirty-one lovely seeds, one is not many, one does not fall ......"

A leader-like man waved his hand, and the door to the chapel slammed shut, "It's all here, it's good." Carter, go and take the new young man's weapon. ”

The man standing to his left stepped down from the podium and came to Wren, first taking off the saber from his waist, then pushing his head forward, reaching for his back, where there was nothing but cold sweat.

"No crossbow, Mr. Christo, this man only carries a knife."

Carter nodded at the leader.

"Did you come in too much of a hurry and forgot to assemble your crossbow? The so-called witcher's training is really getting more and more loose......"

The leader smiled helplessly, "Alright, take the knife away, Carter, and come back to me." ”

"Something isn't quite right with this knife,"

Carter frowned as he pulled the black knife out of its sheath and exclaimed, "This—this is made of Tassa's magic iron!" Why does this kid have such a rare weapon?! ”

"Don't make a fuss,"

Christo said dissatisfied, even though a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes just now, "It's a family heirloom, that's right, if there is such a treasure knife in the family, there is no need to use those demon hunters' standard swords." ”

"Sir, if you may, this weapon ......"

Carter stared greedily at the black knife in his hand, and before he could finish speaking, Christo interrupted him sharply: "What can be?" We're here to do great things, Carter, we're not scavengers! You'd better come back to me! ”

"Yes, Mr. Christo, we are only for the sake of great things."

Carter panicked and ran back to the table with the knife, then handed it to the female companion, the necklace around the woman's neck flashed a bright light, and the next moment, the black knife disappeared in her hand.

Wren could only watch as his weapon was taken away, and although he had just tried to use the silent antidote, and knew that the spell had worked, the paralysis had not been alleviated in the slightest - there was a problem with the air here, and some special method kept the toxin level at a high level, unless he could not breathe like a necromancy, it would be useless to use the detoxification technique a hundred times.

"That's it! Now everything is in order. So first of all, I need to express my gratitude to one of your mentors, Ms. Helen. ”

When everyone was back in place, Christo bowed his head gracefully to Helen, "There is no singer in the world who can match your voice, my dear, if it weren't for your beautiful screams that attracted these young people one after another, we would have spent a lot of time playing cat and mouse." Of course, this also shows that you are a waste, a lowly woman who can't endure hardship, just a little torture will make you scream out of your throat, do you really want them to come and save you? Oh, Helen, you're disgusting, please somebody to help and turn her selfish old face around. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Carter walked up to her and slapped her face to the side.

"I'm sorry, kids, I'm really sorry-"

Helen covered her face tightly and said with tears in her eyes. Apparently, the gang had somehow made her immune to the paralysis of the toxin in order to keep her screaming, just like they did. "I don't want to make a sound, I don't want you to come over - but I can't help - it's a horror spell - I—I can't resist it-"

The Terror Charm is an evil mental magic that awakens the deepest fear in the recipient's heart, which has no cause, no cause, and no specific object, which is the fear of 'terror' itself. Many of the less determined recipients would even choose to kill themselves outright, and Helen was just screaming - which was already remarkable.

"I know you all have a lot of questions on your mind: Who are these people? Where do these people come from? What are these people going to do? And – what have these people done? I understand that uninvited guests are always unwelcome and abrupt, and we need a formal meet-and-greet. ”

Ignoring the crying Helen, Christo turned his gaze to the reservists in the audience, "Well, you can't speak, but at least your ears can still work." Carter, the man who took your weapon just now, is my most loyal squire, and he does his job with no one else. ”

The man named Carter gave a shy smile.

"Calvin, the gray-robed mage banished by the ignorant Mage Tower, thanks to his tireless efforts, our own teleportation array has been successfully connected to the teleportation array of your underground training camp. Calvin is so good, if you don't have your hands and feet paralyzed, you can't help but applaud him. ”

The first grim man in a gray robe to Christo's right nodded slightly.

"Brother Kim and Ted, the most loyal servants of Tinos, they are not as showy as other Holy Ables, they like to keep their heads down and do things in silence, and honestly, we don't have such people in our impetuous world, do we? The ponytail-like arms of your combat instructors are the work of their brothers. ”

"For justice."

The two men standing on the far left of the podium said in unison that they looked very similar.

Holy Able?!

The surprise in Wren's heart was beyond measure, how could the Holy Mighty do such a thing!

What the is this for?!

"Next up is Samantha, our best voodoo queen, the ubiquitous toxin in the air, her blessing to you. Samantha's importance is irreplaceable, and without her, we would never have been able to subdue these mentors one by one. After all, it would not be easy to put a 'chain of forbidden demons' on someone like Polly, let alone defeat a powerful witcher like Valolet head-on. ”

The woman wearing a space necklace didn't speak, she just nodded slightly.

"As you can see, my companions are so good that I am ashamed to speak of myself. Yes, I'm just a man who can't keep up with the times, a down-and-out warrior, and my former identity is dust to me, and I think you'll be more interested in what I'm doing now. ”

Speaking of this, Christo's face showed a perverted pride, "Greetings to you, Kristol, the current leader of the Wendland Brotherhood, 'Human supremacy'. ”