Chapter 1288 The Witch of Danu
"What about the Black Van Priest?"
Foster seemed a little surprised. He lowered his head and glanced at the man next to him whose head was not even up to his shoulders. The girl who unconsciously held her three-strand braid and scratched her chin asked curiously: "Why him? I thought you wanted to talk more about the Priest Lamoroch."
Teresa Shaking his head slightly, he replied casually: "I know more about Priest Lamoroch than you, senior."
Foster did not show the slightest surprise, but asked calmly: "How do you say that? ?”
"I have seen all his battles in the 'border friction' between the Dream Kingdom and the Griffin Dynasty."
Teresa pursed her lips and turned her attention to the computer in the center of the research room. Expensive projection equipment: "I have watched his two games during the day no less than a hundred times."
Foster raised his eyebrows: " Not less than a hundred times? I remember those two games took a long time. How did you..."
"Watch it at ten times speed"
Teresa said innocently. He smiled and nodded to Foster firmly: "So I think I know more about Lamorlock than you, senior."
"Haha."
Foster laughed dumbly, picked up a briefing sheet that was not soaked in coffee from the table, and glanced at the content on it: "But Priest Lamorlock is in the Dream Church. I also read the battle report from the country.”
Teresa stood on tiptoe and glanced at the battle report in Foster’s hand, tilting her head cutely and thinking about it for half a minute. He raised his little face solemnly and said to the latter: "Senior, the same battle report has different information in the eyes of different people~"
"It's really hurtful. After all, I am also six One of the seeded players, the favorite to win this year."
Having said that, Foster did not show any signs of being 'injured', and smiled: "But since I said this. It’s Teresa who said it, so I can only accept it.”
Teresa glanced at Foster with some hatred, and said angrily: "Really, if you were willing to spend more energy on your studies, senior, you would definitely be much better than you are now."
Foster shrugged She raised her shoulders and spread her hands: "Then what? Will she be better than you?"
"Senior, are you trying to make excuses..."
Teresa held up her beautiful pair of silver Gray eyes looked at Foster angrily.
“Obviously not.”
Foster said something leisurely, turned to a set of experimental magic sandboxes not far away, and said lightly: "I just want to say that although things like 'spend more energy on your schoolwork' can indeed reap rewards. , but without enough talent, this gain is still not enough to make people stand at the top of a certain field. Teresa, we all have the trait of diligence, but I can never become you, nor can I become Lamorlock. "
Teresa flattened her mouth and retorted: "But you are obviously very good, senior!"
"Perhaps my talent is that I can do it relatively easily. 'Excellent', but that's just outstanding. If you want to go further, compared to a genius in a specific field like you, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
Foster said as he walked away. Go to the projection equipment, turn it off, and bring up the topic again: "So, Theresa, why are you interested in the Black Van priest?"
Teresa seems to know it too. It was impossible to gain an advantage in front of Senior Foster with his own eloquence, so he stopped worrying about the latter’s fishing behavior in the past few years and calmly replied: “Because I heard from Senior Lian that the Priest Lamorlock The reason why I am willing to participate in this [War League] is because I want to have a little discussion with the Black Vatican Priest.”
After hearing this, Foster nodded thoughtfully, and after a long silence, he said softly: "I probably guessed a little bit of your plan."
"I searched everywhere before coming here. I have collected all the information I can find, but there is really very little information about the Black Van priest."
Teresa twisted her index finger around her three-strand braid and complained with a pout: "I only know that he led the people in Misha County to fight against some, although not very strong, but a very large number of plague-infected people. It only took a short period of time to calm down the disaster with his strength, but that There is no record of the details of [Operation Requiem] in the college archives, and what I can find has no reference at all.”
Foster laughed playfully and walked back slowly. He walked to the table behind the girl: "I think that's because most of the lecturers in our college who have a little knowledge of the battle in Misha County think that the achievements achieved by the Black Van priest are quite significant, even if someone occasionally mentions it in class. , basically they are all about educating everyone about the gold-plating techniques in certain systems. In fact, Priest Lamorlock once doubted the teaching level of our college because of this matter."
"Uh... yes. That's it..."
Teresa frowned, and then asked Foster curiously: "Senior, why did you talk to him about this?"
"Because I didn't understand the same as you at the time, why did the dreamer The newly promoted star of the Theocracy, who has shocked the entire world, would be so interested in a young man who is only well-known within the Dawn Sect."
Foster pushed his own. He turned around and walked towards the door of the research room: "Follow me, although there is nothing you want in the school archives, but after talking to Priest Lamorlock that day, I did learn something from other sources. The channel has collected some information, although it is not much, but it should be of interest to you."
"Thank you, senior!"
Teresa, who was originally a little depressed because of overuse of her brain, immediately responded. Refreshing himself, he jogged to keep up with Foster. In the process, he accidentally tripped over the almost non-existent 'threshold' and fell headlong onto the smooth fluorite floor with a cry of surprise.
Foster, who was walking closer, didn't even turn his head, and just let Teresa throw herself to the ground in embarrassment.
The reason is very simple -
“Be careful.”
It seemed like a gust of fragrant wind blew by. When Theresa came back to her senses, she found that she had He stood firmly back on the floor, while a flower elf woman with long lavender hair, a soft and elegant appearance, was helping her adjust her collar with a smile.
"Senior Ren."
Teresa immediately bowed to this senior who was almost inseparable from Foster, was incredibly popular, and was very gentle and kind to everyone, and rubbed the toe of her shoes with a blush on her face: "Thank you... "
Lian Yuanrui just smiled quietly, and then said a little helplessly: "To be honest, little Theresa, I don't think I will ever see anyone with better physical coordination than you in this life. He's still a bad person."
Teresa: "...Senior Foster just said this to me."
"So you have to pay more attention, no. "
Lian rubbed Teresa's smooth hair lovingly and suggested: "Why don't you come with me, Little Teresa, from tomorrow..."
"No!"
Teresa, who seemed to be reminded of the painful memories, let out a scream and ran away from Lian like a frightened kitten, and 'snapped' in the next second. He fell down with a loud sound.
Teresa: "..." Lian: "..."
...
Fifteen minutes later
[Danu Military Academy] Main Building, 3F Student Union Office
Standing in front of the spacious floor-to-ceiling window, Lian helplessly turned her head and looked at Foster, who was sitting in the office Teresa, who was immersed in reading at the table, said with rare tangle: "Teresa is obviously a child with quick reactions. Although her body is a little slender, she is still healthy. Why is it always...sigh..."
"When God gives people something, he usually takes away something to achieve balance."
Foster next to him sipped lightly. Taking a sip of coffee, he said casually: "Apart from the fact that I feel a little sorry for the rather grand name [Witch], this is nothing unusual."
Although the person being discussed was less than three meters away from them, neither of them deliberately lowered their voices. On the one hand, it was because Theresa, who was frowning at a stack of battle reports, could never hear her now, and on the other hand, even if She would probably not have any objections after hearing it.
“It would be great if she would be willing to do soft gymnastics with me.”
Lian sighed and said regretfully: “That way, at least she won’t fall after taking two steps. "I have no doubt about it."
Foster nodded subtly and said very objectively: "I remember she studied with you for two hours last time. After calisthenics, she didn’t get out of bed for half a month, setting a record for the highest number of days without falling in her history.”
Lian coughed slightly in embarrassment and said unconvincingly: "That's because it's only two hours. If she had practiced more, the situation would definitely be very different."
"I believe it. You, but you have to let her get over the shadow of last time first "Come out."
Foster smiled, and then rescued the topic from this dangerous area, and said softly: "But compared to her instinct of causing a little accident every now and then, I actually More worried about her character.”
Lian Qing gave a 'hmm' and nodded in agreement: "Yes, that child's character is indeed a problem. Although he is still relatively precocious, he is still too delicate and kind. Well, at least most of the time. Too delicate and kind, friends are mainly concerned about this It's us seniors. To be honest, I'm worried about what she will do after you, me, Kaluz, and Mellie leave school."
Foster thought for a while and frowned. Said: "Isn't there still... Qianniao?"
"You yourself don't believe that they can live in harmony, do you? Little Qianniao and little Teresa have completely different temperaments."
Lian glanced at Foster's frown and sighed deeply. He sighed: "But we can't take little Theresa with us. Leave, this school is almost the child’s home.”
“I don’t think it would be inappropriate for her to stay here. Even if we leave, I believe that with Qianniao’s help, she will. I can also make some new friends.”< br>
Foster rubbed his forehead, his deep eyes looked a little complicated: "What I worry about is, can she really live here peacefully and happily all the time? Can she really become a successful graduate after graduation?" Will the teacher of our college inherit Mr. Richard’s position as the dean in the future?”
Lian blinked and said thoughtfully: “Are you worried that little Teresa can’t teach well? That’s right...after all, she’s not good at dealing with others.”
"No."
Foster shook his head and said solemnly: "I'm worried that sooner or later she will... be unable to control herself."
"Involuntary? "
Lian was stunned for a moment, and then immediately guessed the meaning of Foster's words, and hesitated: "Is it because of her ability?"
"Otherwise, it could be because of her every day. Are you going to fall a few times or knock over something?”
Foster turned to look at Teresa, who had completely blocked outside information and was focusing on the battle report, and said softly: "My strength lies in coordination and checks and balances; and you have the talent that every assassin dreams of, but Teresa is different from us. Her talents are more dangerous than ours combined. To put it bluntly, many times I feel that Teresa is simply a child born for war."
Lianmian. Lu pursed her lips worriedly and whispered: "But she is not compatible with war..."
"To be fair, Lian."
Foster raised his index finger. He pushed up his glasses and asked, "Have you ever seen anyone better suited to war than Teresa?"
Lian opened her mouth, but in the end she still didn't say a word.
After all, even she who had seen Teresa’s most innocent and kind-hearted side knew very well that when the girl who couldn’t bear to hurt a nugget sat in front of the sand table, when her veritable [Witch] side was completely revealed. , the beast named 'War' will immediately turn into her most loyal, docile and caring pet, no matter how she drives it.
Perhaps this statement is a bit exaggerated, but in Lian's eyes, there are too few people who can compare with Teresa in the field of war, let alone herself and Foster, even their The dean and Teacher Richard, who almost regarded Teresa as his own daughter, were quite different.
This is completely illogical and unreasonable.
But the world itself is not very willing to reason with people. The Creator just likes to be partial. Even if it can make Teresa fall three or five times a day, it will still be partial.
“Do you know why the organizer chose me as the seed player this time?”
Foster rubbed his forehead tiredly and sighed: "Because the much-anticipated [War League] is no longer even a game in Theresa's eyes, that's why she asked me to become a player for her and become a player herself. Referee, it’s just...”
“It’s just what?”
“It’s just that we thought too simply. Judging from Theresa’s reaction, it’s obvious that the chief priest of Lamorlock is too. A monster, a monster that rarely excites that child."
"So?"
"So...our [Witch] originally offered not to participate in the competition. Your Highness, my hands are itchy.”
"Your hands are itchy?"
"Yes, your hands are itchy."
Chapter 1,279: The End
(End of this chapter)