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Returning from Bernel City, the Shadow Trace Sect Martial Monks dispersed at the Crimson Castle.
Although the guild-related side story had ended, they had their own missions and continued to work discreetly.
Sister Pogranate was off to Malo Town to et up with her comrades, while Teacher Li remained at the Crimson Castle to continue in the Fist King competition, not for the rare title, but to learn “local martial arts” from Turner and to quickly gather the few required NPC recomndation letters to join in the challenge against Governor Morphy.
This gentle and refined P.E.
teacher in the real world had “unleashed his nature” in the ga.
His obsession with martial arts had been rekindled in middle age.
These days of battling in the Arena had made him quite famous locally at the Crimson Castle, and even while walking the streets, combat enthusiasts would shout out his na.
You could tell that though Teacher Li disliked doing missions, he was indeed enjoying the ga in his own way.
Arin, the Giant Shark, and the Star Soul Eagle were summoned by Stick Brother.
In addition to being Martial Monks of the Shadow Trace Sect, they were also mbers of the Crimson Hamr Sickle Group.
Now that Stick Brother had gone to maintain the Maginot Line, they followed to play a supervisory role while also participating in the brigade’s scouting and responses around the defensive line.
Brother Cat didn’t go anywhere.
Following his uncle, he arrived at the “House of the Dead” in the Blood Vulture Corridor, where his younger brother had been ever since entering the ga.
“A Feng!
How do you feel today?”
Entering the dim basent and rounding the corner, Brother Cat imdiately saw his younger brother exercising and performing the Life-preserving Fist in front of the House of the Dead.
Seeing his lively manner, Brother Cat’s mood also lightened.
He briskly approached and asked, the Pantless Demon turned with a laugh, stepped forward and embraced his older brother, then turned back and looked at their father carrying his hands on his back, silent and smiling.
He stepped forward and hugged his father.
Master Yang, with his serious and reticent nature, sighed helplessly, patted his son on the shoulder, and with a mixture of rebuke and sentint, said,
“How old are you, still acting so childishly?
Don’t you know to be more dignified?”
“I’ve been dignified for almost half my life, Father.
Can’t I cut loose in the ga now?”
A Feng laughed heartily, looking back and forth at his father and brother, he said,
“Did you go on a killing spree with Master Turner this ti?
The aura of killing has not dissipated yet.
Did you encounter so strange mission again?”
“Tracking down a group of heretics.
It’s said that most of the misdeeds happening in Transylvania right now have sothing to do with them.”
Brother Cat didn’t hide anything, informing his younger brother of the events of twilight.
As he listened, A Feng excitedly clenched and swung his fists, clearly regretting that he hadn’t been able to partake in such “chivalrous” deeds.
His situation was rather special.
Although he felt he could participate in the battles and construction of Transylvania like any normal player, Sir Bella was not setting him free.
The “Necromancer” said that until the Ghost Mystic Manual was obtained and A Feng’s Spiritual Body stabilized to a sufficiently resilient state, A Feng could not casually leave.
But the Pantless Demon thought these were just excuses from the Necromancer.
The individual claiming to be “Master” had been giving him various Potions to observe his reactions.
He felt like a guinea pig.
However, the reason why A Feng hadn’t revolted was that the potions Sir Bella gave him were indeed effective.
In this period, he could distinctly feel that his consciousness had cleared up a lot compared to when he had just “arrived”; he estimated that it wouldn’t be long before he could recover to a normal state.
“Your mother’s application for testing has been approved by the testing team; she will be coming in next weekend.”
Old Yang whispered to Little Yang:
“Get ready in advance, and don’t be scared by her current state.
In these years since your incident, your mother has had a tough ti, and her spirit is…”
“I understand; you don’t need to say more, Father.”
Little Yang was a well-behaved child; he nodded but did not discuss the topic further with his father.
After all, he had grasped the true nature of this “ga” from Sir Morphy and did not wish for his father and brother to bear such pressure.
Since this was just a ga for them, then they should be allowed to enjoy the fun the ga had to offer.
“By the way, A Feng, aren’t you bored staying here all the ti?”
Brother Cat didn’t fancy the cold atmosphere of the House of the Dead.
Looking around at the surroundings and glancing at Mrs.
Bonis leading a few elite Skeleton Soldiers on patrol in the distance, he quietly asked:
“Do you want to bring you so local books?
Or novels from our side to relieve your boredom?”
“Forget about it, just looking at the Netherworld’s scholarly books every day is enough to overwhelm .”
Pantless Demon waved his hand, showing a defeated expression, and complained:
“It feels like I’ve gone back to the days when I was a dical student, gnawing on those obscure professional books all day, and they’re in a foreign language, requiring you to first learn their script before you can translate professionally.
Master Bella demanded that I master this knowledge within a month, saying that I am a natural-born Necromancer and Undead Tar.
As long as I can convert my talents, the path to becoming an immortal Lich will be smooth sailing.”
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