Of course, even though Valentina had a strong desire to help Herbert with his cultivation, this matter wasn’t executed imdiately.
Herbert heard from her about the changes happening to her, knowing that she seed to have reached the threshold from Legendary to Epic.
At this stage, nothing should distract her; all her energy should be focused on the breakthrough.
And temporarily setting this aside... the remaining task was to gently soothe Miss Hungry Dragon’s wounded soul.
For Herbert, this was not a problem.
A piece of cake, easily handled.
In Herbert’s view, won often aren’t that hard to appease.
A lot of people just don’t use the right thod.
Take the First Gatekeeper of the Third Commandnt Hall, famously known as Furious Valentina. She’s actually not as hard to please as outsiders think.
Yes, she’s actually easy to coax.
As a ferociously Hungry Dragon, just feeding her well already solves two-thirds of the problem.
As long as she’s full, everything else is negotiable.
As for the remaining third, you just need to use so of the usual tricks to please a girl.
Like saying sweet words, flirting, hugging, and whispering sweet nothings...
There are various thods, and the effects vary from person to person. Most importantly, Herbert doesn’t need to teach any of this.
Those who understand naturally know what to do.
And for those who don’t... that’s okay, just boldly follow your instincts!
...
"Yes, yes, when the ti cos, just follow your feelings."
"If you need to ask how exactly to do it?"
Herbert rubbed his waist, yawning as he walked out of the Third Commandnt Hall’s gates, squinting as he looked up at the slowly rising sun.
"Ah! Sun... praise the sun."
Herbert has said before.
The most important thing is to feed Valentina well.
But he never said how to feed her!
"The labor here is hard and not for outsiders to understand."
The weary young man massaged his waist, breathing in the fresh air, as he walked in the quiet monastery.
Walking slowly for a while, the outline of the monastic buildings gradually beca clear in the misty light.
Although it was only the early morning with the sky just lighting up, the monastery had long woken from its slumber.
Herbert was the one who was late.
In the quiet grounds, the busy nuns and cultivators moved with light steps, performing their tasks in an orderly manner.
So cultivators ditated quietly in the courtyard, clasping their hands towards the sun with focused and devout expressions.
Followers of various deities have different ways of prayer.
So deities prefer their followers to perform complex prayers in silence, while others lean more towards offering tangible sacrifices...
And these people, they are the followers of the Sun God, needing no special offerings, just to pray in the sunlight.
They are praying to the Sun God, pleading for that great deity to bestow them the power to tear through darkness.
On the other side, several nuns trained in the open courtyard, clashing slowly with powerful moves.
In the Mist Monastery, it’s not only the Knight Order that trains daily; the Combat Nun Order also never neglects their training.
The nuns’ movents were deliberate yet powerful, and each clash sent a swirl of dust into the air.
If you look closely, you can see the heavy sandbags wrapped around their arms, tools helping them better hone their strength.
The visible cultivators were only these, but Herbert knew many more had already awakened.
So cultivators were already seated quietly in the library, fingers gently turning the yellowed pages, imrsed in exploring and deciphering the world.
In the distance, the Knights were likely already sparring.
And many more cultivators, many more... others.
Everyone in the monastery was busy along their chosen paths, and although such a life seed dull and tedious, their souls were fulfilled and content.
"..."
Herbert watched all this, his white hair shimring in the morning light, with a trace of confusion and discomfort on his face.
He suddenly felt that he was vastly different from them.
Among all these bustling activities, he stood out awkwardly.
Herbert had been at the Mist Monastery for so ti, had t many people, spoken with many, yet he still struggled to integrate among them.
He felt like an outsider, lazy and carefree, like a lone bird wandering into a neat formation of geese.
A... nonconformist white dove.
And just as Herbert was lost in thought, he suddenly noticed a gaze upon him.
Differing from the initial suspicious and distrusting stares, the gaze on him now was particularly warm.
In fact, it was overly warm, almost burning.
The nuns and cultivators who accidentally noticed Herbert’s existence stopped what they were doing.
They all subtly nodded, bowing towards the overly young boy, greeting him proactively.
"Good morning, sir."
"Sir Albert."
"Sir Herbert, good morning."
.....
Different titles, but the sa respect in their eyes.
Their sudden actions left Herbert montarily stunned.
"You all..."
He was sowhat bewildered.
Clearly, he didn’t belong here. He was not the role model in their eyes.
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