"Hehe, if you didn't reveal your identity as the successor of the Blade Warrior, I might be able to handle it. But now, I have no choice. If I stop you, people might think that I am trying to take over your position. But..."
Old Fart tore off a piece of salted fish, gave Wang Tong a piece, and chewed on it.
"Boss, don't say half of what you're saying. I really don't want to be some Young Master with a bunch of people following behind me. That's not a good feeling. Besides, the environment here is really not suitable for me. I still want to live a modern life."
Old Fart clapped his hands and said, "You finally understand my pain. Think about it. There are beautiful women, good wine, and so many other fun things out there, but I have to stay here. My life is miserable. Well, it's not like I don't have any tricks up my sleeve. When you come out from the Hall of Valhalla, tell them that you have received a mission. Then, I will invite you to join the secular world. That way, you won't have to worry about the affairs of the Templar for the time being."
"What do you mean by 'for the time being'?"
"You idiot! Have I made you stupid? This is a business. If you can't make it in the future, you can always come back and be the king of the mountain. You idiot!"
Old Fart said in a disappointed tone.
"Haha, what you said makes sense. If I really can't stay here any longer, this place seems to be worth some money. No, I can open a Holy Church school and take in a large number of disciples. It seems that I won't have to starve even if I eat some money. Excellent, excellent."
"That's right. That's the truth."
The old man and the young man laughed lewdly. If anyone else had heard their conversation, they would have fainted. No one knew if they were geniuses or lunatics...
Life in the Templar Academy was very casual. Contestants could join any of the sects in the Templar Academy to exchange knowledge and learn from the students. Never underestimate the disciples of the Templar Academy, especially the disciples of the Inner Hall. Although they were not as powerful as Zhang Buyu and the other three, they were not too far behind. Moreover, there were some senior disciples in their thirties who were even more powerful.
The essence of martial arts was to learn from each other and learn from each other. Everyone was the same. However, some of them were idols even in the Templar Academy.
Wherever Patroclus went, there were people waiting for his autograph at any time. … It seems that some things will never be out of date. The youngest Einherjar in history is also glorious when he comes to the Blade Warriors' base camp.
Lie Jian was a little angry about this. He wasn't bad himself, but he didn't have many fans. Michaux Odin had a lot of fans, and the young master had a lot of influence in the Templar.
Princess Catie was also admired by many people. They were only interested in the Templar's secret arts. Obviously, the Templar's secret arts couldn't be seen in a day or two. Moreover, the Templar wouldn't let them see it easily. This kind of training was more effective for ordinary contestants. They only had one goal, and that was the Wargod Temple.
That was where they found what they wanted.
Although the Templar had invited Patroclus, he wasn't a member of the Templar. The Templar's true purpose of inviting Patroclus was the War God Temple. It seemed that the people of the Templar also believed that Patroclus could enter the War God Temple.
The contestants didn't have any restrictions, and they enjoyed the unique lifestyle. For those who came to the Templar for the first time, it was definitely a memorable experience. The daily life in the Templar Academy was very old-fashioned, and the training was very strict.
The disciples of the Templars also wanted to compete with these people, especially the new batch of youngsters. They were extremely excited about the arrival of Patroclus and the others. They had watched the entire Martial Arts Competition, and everyone had their own idols and goals in their hearts.
Of course, Wang Tong was the number one target of the disciples of the Court of the Templar, and he had created a living miracle. Although Wang Tong might have to bear more responsibilities now, he had grown up, and he had enough mental fortitude to make his own decisions, and he wouldn't be overwhelmed by the pressure.
Meanwhile, Wang Buting was having a family dinner with Wang Tong, Wang Tong, and Ma Xiaoru. Old Fart was very supportive of Ma Xiaoru, or else he wouldn't have talked to Ma Dutian in secret. Wang Tong had grown up, but it wasn't the right time for him to be independent. The Templar's influence wasn't as great as people thought. In the past, the Templar's position was superior because they didn't care about worldly affairs. However, Wang Tong's presence had shaken the Templar's position, and Wang Tong's presence had made the Templar a powerful force.
Unless Wang Tong stayed in the Templar and kept to his original path, he wouldn't have done that. More importantly, he wouldn't do that in the future.
If Wang Tong wanted to enter the human world, he would inevitably clash with the other forces. The Templar couldn't do much alone, and the world was too big. Therefore, the support of the House of Ma was very important. Wang Tong had done much better than Wang Buting had expected.
Wang Buting was relieved to see Wang Tong eating and drinking, and Ma Xiaoru looking at him affectionately. However, he didn't know how long this warm scene would last. Every kind of power came with responsibilities. Sometimes it was unfair, but there were some things that couldn't be done.
When Wang Buting was young, he believed that he was destined to ascend to the heavens. However, now that he was at the age where he knew his destiny, he decided to help Wang Tong as much as he could. Wang Buting had dedicated his life to the Templar, and he was extremely stubborn in the past. However, after living alone with Wang Tong, Wang Buting had learned a lot, and his outlook on life had changed. Therefore, he didn't force Wang Tong to take responsibility.
It was useless to think too much about it, as long as Wang Tong lived a good life, everything would be worth it.
"Old Fart, have you been fasting? You'll die if you eat so little."
"Piss off, I'm still young. You and Ma Xiaoru should visit the Templar more often."
"Old Fart, this is what I'm afraid of the most. Also, don't blame me, it's all because of you, haha." Wang Tong was enjoying his meal. He was asked to chat with those old men, but they were all very respectful to him, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Ma Xiaoru, you need to talk to him. I've been calculating for a long time, but this is the only thing I've missed." Old Fart sighed.
Ma Xiaoru couldn't help but laugh. She didn't expect the Great Elder of the Templar to be such a lively old fart. Everyone thought that he would be a serious and old-fashioned man.
Ma Xiaoru was happy that her marriage with Wang Tong had been resolved. She knew that as the heir of the House of Ma, marriage was a big deal, and it would affect the future of the House of Ma and even the future of the Earth Confederation.
Now that Wang Tong was the successor of the Blade Edge Sect and the leader of the Templar Church, Ma Xiaoru realized that the situation was not as simple as it seemed. She was born into a wealthy family, and even though she didn't say it out loud, she still paid attention to the details.
The Outer Hall of the Holy Church was just like the academy, but they had a stronger sense of belonging than the academy. This group of people definitely had an influence on public opinion. However, the Inner Hall was completely different. The Inner Hall used the management of a sect, where the teacher was like a father. It was a rather strict ancient system, which was implemented from the disciple to the teacher. Furthermore, the people in the Inner Hall were completely different from those in the Outer Hall. They were already used to this system, and they recognized it from the bottom of their hearts.
The Inner Hall was filled with powerful fighters, and it was hard to say if there were any Einherjar in the Inner Hall, but the Templar was not to be underestimated.
The Great Elder of the Templar, Wang Buting, was the legend of the Blade Master of the Templar when he was young. However, it was limited to the records of the Templar's inner hall. Therefore, he wasn't very famous in the outside world. None of the ten Great Elders of the Templar were easy to deal with. The most terrifying thing about the Templar was that no one knew how powerful they were.
Moreover, the people of the Templar were very persistent in their beliefs. They were not bound by the interests of the Outer Hall.
This was the power of the Blade Warrior.
Three hundred years of accumulation. Once it exploded, what kind of situation would it be?
Ma Xiaoru didn't know, and she wouldn't ask. She knew that Wang Tong was still the same Wang Tong, but he was no longer the same Wang Tong.
Ma Xiaoru knew that Wang Tong had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders, but when she saw Wang Tong eating and drinking happily, Ma Xiaoru couldn't help but feel that he was easily satisfied.
Old Fart still had a lot of things to deal with. The Templar was a part of the human race, and they couldn't ignore the customs of the world. Therefore, they had to leave the Templar's office in the middle of the meal.
The outside world was also paying close attention to the activities of the Templar. The Templar knew that the Templar couldn't afford to ignore everything and ignore everything.
"Ma Xiaoru, don't you think I'm too heartless?" Wang Tong suddenly said while eating.
Ma Xiaoru was startled. "Why would you say that?"
Wang Tong put down his chopsticks and said, "Actually, I know Old Fart has a lot of things he wants me to do. Sigh, he's not young anymore, and I don't know what to do. I've never thought about things so complicated before. I just want you to live a happy life, make your parents happy, and be proud of you. But now, more things have happened, things that I don't understand and can't control."
"Haha, our Wang Tong has grown up. I didn't expect him to think so much." Ma Xiaoru laughed.
"I have always been a mature person, but I still can't accept it. In fact, it doesn't matter if the Templar has me or not. The world is peaceful now, and the Zergs won't be able to cause any trouble. If I am too passionate, it will only make things more complicated. You know, I don't have much ambition. What I get in the end is human vanity."
Wang Tong said.
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