In the spring of the year of red mud, the dean's office of Pablo Dinna College in the summer.

The room is not big, but clean and tidy. This is the tradition of Pablodina College. Starting from the first president, they advocated thrift and opposed luxury.

They are educated, not businessmen or nobles. Their duty is to impart knowledge and experience among students. Only by putting their own luxury on students are qualified educators.

At least Moron did that.

He has been the dean of Pablodina College for more than 30 years and he is very old, but he thinks he can do it for another ten years because he likes it.

But not everyone is willing to waste their time here all the time. They have their own pursuits and their future ideals. They have their own reasons for staying here, and they have their own reasons for leaving.

Three teachers have left in recent years. When old people leave, new people come in. Over the years, he has become accustomed to breaking up and getting along.

Now someone is leaving again, and he is in front of him, very quiet, and he is waiting for him to reply.

This person is familiar and unfamiliar with Morron. It is not contradictory. People will constantly change their thoughts based on their own judgment. He is like this, he is like that, and in the end there seems to be no truth.

He was very young, and when Moron first saw him, he frowned because he exuded a temperament that was not his age.

That's a dangerous temperament.

He had a request to him, Moron did not refuse, he had no reason to refuse.

"Advanced Swordsman?" Moron raised his brows slightly, as if he was a little surprised.

"yes."

"When?" Moron asked.

"A few days ago."

"Prepare to leave?"

"yes."

"Why?"

"Because I want to leave."

“Where are you going?”

"The capital."

"do what?"

“…”

The man did not answer because it was his privacy.

"Young people always have their own pursuits and thoughts. It is normal to leave. With your strength, as long as you don't provoke any big shots, there is basically no danger." Moron said to himself.

Xia Lan sat quietly on the chair where Moron was entertaining guests, listening expressionlessly.

Xia Lan has always been very alert to this person. Since the first time he saw him, he was alert, because he was very strong, which was the intuition of the swordsman. After he became a superior swordsman, he was still alert because the other party was still better than him.

He will be alert when facing people who are stronger than him. He is used to letting people relax their existence. He is like using a sword that is always ready to be unsheathed. To kill someone who is stronger than him, he must wait for the other party to relax. At that moment, he draws the sword and kills it with one blow.

He is not an enemy, but he is still ready to draw his sword.

The old man was talking to himself, and when he was talking to himself, he had no need to answer, but when it was involved, he would answer simply.

"Remember my granddaughter?" Moron suddenly changed his mind and asked.

His face became kind, and every time he talked about his granddaughter, he looked like an old man.

"Remember." Xia Lan replied.

"We wouldn't have met if it weren't for her."

"Yes."

"I know why I'm talking about her?"

"have no idea."

"She was in the capital and joined Wangli Central Academy last year."

"Then?"

"Take a look after her when you go to the royal capital."

Xia Lan nodded.

Maggie, Moron's granddaughter, saved her life three years ago, and he had a reason to save her.

"I like that child, but my life is dedicated to Pablodina College. I can only see her every year. I know she is resenting me, but she is still my favorite granddaughter."

Xia Lan knew, she knew it three years ago. He would not speak up when it comes to family issues involving others, but would only listen.

"Answer my doubt before leaving?" Moron said. "It was a coincidence when you saved Maggie, why was it so coincidental?"

Xia Lan knew what he meant. He saved people that day, and Moron came back to visit his relatives the next day and found out that he was doubting himself because there were not so many coincidences.

There are indeed not so many coincidences, because he had inquired about the time when Moron came back from visiting relatives in previous years. He had a task, and the completion of the task was related to Moron.

"It's easy to pass by." Xia Lan couldn't tell the truth, so he was very persistent.

Moron looked straight at Xia Lan with his eyes sharp, as if he was about to peel off someone, and he was disappointed because his face was still cold and his eyes were blank.

"I think you have a reason to come here. I don't know what the reason is, but it's definitely not a trivial matter of killing the young master Malai."

Moron's words were abrupt and without warning.

Xia Lan still remained calm, her face had not moved, and her eyes had not moved. He could not move, otherwise they would betray themselves.

He was shocked. He thought he was doing something secretly, but he still couldn't escape this person's observation. If the female student was an accident, then he was not an accident because he was strong.

"But I still thank you for saving my granddaughter." Moron stopped asking and took out something from the cabinet and threw it to him. "I think you can use this."

Xia Lan reached out to take it and opened her palm. This was a virtual ring.

The inscriptions engraved on this virtual ring are beautiful and exquisite. Obviously, this is the work of a titled alchemist, and his journey requires it because it can hold a lot of things.

This gift is a bit expensive, and he knows why he gave it to him.

When he leaves the capital, they will not have any connection.

"It seems you're very satisfied?" Moron said with a smile.

"Yes."

"What else do you need?"

"A horse, a good horse."

Xialan once had a horse, and it died a few years ago.

"I think you already know where the good horse is." Moron smiled and blinked. "Do you need to say goodbye when you leave?"

"No need." Xia Lan said.

"But I know some students will be reluctant to leave you."

"unnecessary."

"You are so cold." Moron shook his head. "But your education is very good. Maybe those students will resent you, but they will be grateful to you in the future. It is difficult for me to find excellent swordsmanship like you. It's a pity."

Xia Lan was silent.

"Let's go, maybe this is our last meeting." Moron waved his hand. "I have a premonition."

"Thanks."

Xia Lan stood up, nodded and thanked her and left.

Xia Lan was a little relieved when she closed the dean's door. He was nervous when facing the old man because of the other party's strength, but he did not show any malice in the end.

On the way back to the house, he saw a female student. She held a thick book in her arms with her hands, lowered her head, and was in a hurry. He knew her, as if she was called Allylu, because he rarely saw her, and perhaps the other party was deliberately avoiding him.

He thought she would drop out of school because of his threat that day, but she didn't, she just quit the swordsmanship course. From then on they had no intersection.

"Feel sorry."

She seemed to have not noticed him, and passed by, and he whispered.

The thick books in Ellilu's hand fell off and hit the ground heavily. A piece of dust rose up, and she wanted to cry.

She saw him from afar, the swordsmanship teaching, the nightmare in her heart, she had thought of escaping, so she quit the swordsmanship course. But she did not drop out of school, she mustered up the courage to try to face it.

But she was still cowardly because she would always hide from him. Today she decided to face it, so she lowered her head and pretended to be hasty.

He passed by her, her heart kept hanging.

She heard his low voice and knew she was freed.

She turned around, but she didn't see the swordsman. She was thinking about rejoining the swordsmanship, but what she didn't know was that he and she would not meet again.

He lived in this house for three years, and it was very simple and clean, just like Moron's dean's office.

Sitting in a familiar chair with his eyes closed, he found that in the past three years, he had always been unfamiliar with the place, or had no belonging.

In the three years here, due to the mission and the required tasks in the mind system, he will not be promoted to the superior swordsman if he fails to complete them.

Over the years he has become accustomed to the existence of the system, which provides itself with strength, which determines its own strength, and even, it determines its own path.
To be continued...