Chapter 433
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Outside the foothills of Mount Dejia, a carriage came from afar. The coachman was a young girl dressed as a servant. She was beautiful and pleasant, but there was a stitched scar on her neck that looked like intersecting canine teeth.
The girl reined in the horse's reins and stopped the carriage at the foot of the winding steps. She jumped off the carriage and opened the door. Her voice was emotionless. "We're here."
Dean came out of the carriage. He tightened his master robe and said to Gwyneth: "Let's stop the carriage here. Come with me."
Gwyneth nodded and ran to the side. She broke a branch and inserted it into the grass. She tied the rope and turned around to follow Dean.
"Today is really a lively day …" Dean walked up the steps step by step. The black snow accumulated on the ground, and the green grass was desolate and withered. He could smell the smell and the faint noise from the top of the mountain. There was a smile on his face.
There were some castles on the way to the Church Mountain. There was no shadow of a person inside.
In a blink of an eye, Dean came to the outside of St. Peter's Church. He saw that the vast square was filled with figures. He turned around and walked towards the stone corridor.
"Get out of here Edward! You are just a pariah!"
"Get out of here! Master Dean won't choose you as his student even if you stand in front of him!"
"Get out of here! The stench of your body is making me sick!"
As soon as he reached the corridor, he heard a quarrel coming from the outer edge of the corridor. He saw four or five blonde and elegant figures gathered together, trying to squeeze into a suitable position. There were two brown-haired teenagers next to him. One was handsome, and the other was mediocre with freckles on his face. At the moment, the two shrank together and looked at the others, not daring to answer.
Dean glanced at them and wanted to withdraw his eyes. But he saw that the brown-haired boy was clenching his fists tightly. Dean's eyes narrowed as he turned around and walked over.
"Get out of here! It's a gift to allow pariahs like you to come and study here! How dare you fight with us!"
"Pariahs, are you not convinced?"
Several blonde boys looked at them with disgust. Their faces were ugly as if they had been humiliated by the two.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a nimble figure appeared in front of them. It was Gwyneth.
They were shocked by the sudden appearance of Gwyneth. Their eyes were attracted by Dean who was behind Gwyneth. His luxurious golden robe was too conspicuous.
"Master?"
"Master Dean?"
They were confused.
Dean didn't pay attention to them. He waved to the brown-haired boy: "Come here."
The brown-haired handsome boy was a little stunned. He looked left and right, suspecting that he had misunderstood. He raised his finger to point at his nose and said, "Me, me?"
"It's you." Dean smiled: "Are you willing to be my student?"
Hearing this, everyone was surprised. They looked at Dean with astonishment, and then looked at the handsome boy.
The handsome youth felt as if his brain had gone blank. It took him a long time to react, and he stammered, "I, I, can I?"
"Are you not willing?" Dean smiled.
The handsome boy knew that it wasn't a dream: "I'm willing! I'm willing! Master Dean, I'm willing to do anything you want me to do!"
"Come here." Dean beckoned.
The handsome boy hurried over but was blocked by the stone guardrail.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Edward."
Dean nodded and gently flicked his sleeves.
Gwyneth jumped out of the guardrail. She lifted Edward's shoulder and jumped back into the corridor.
"Come with me." Dean said. He didn't look at him anymore and continued to walk along the corridor.
Edward felt as if he was in the clouds. He was in pain. It wasn't a dream. He was stunned for a moment as he looked at Dean's back. He quickly chased after him.
Gwyneth followed behind Dean like a shadow.
The blonde boy and others looked at each other. They were at a loss.
Dean's figure appeared in the corridor. All the people crowded in front of the church steps looked at him and cheered loudly.
Edward was nervous and cramped as he felt the enthusiastic cheers and gazes around him. He didn't dare to stay too close to Dean but he didn't dare to stay too far away. His heart was pounding and his face was red.
Although Dean didn't look back, he noticed the embarrassment of his new student. He smiled: "From now on, you are my student. In the future, you will go further than all of them. Don't be nervous."
Edward was shocked as he heard Dudian speak: "Yes, it's master, oh no, teacher."
"Do you know why I accepted you as my student?" Dudian asked as he walked.
Edward shook his head blankly. He was just a little junior oracle with average talent. Not to mention his family. Although he did not have to worry about food and clothing among the commoners and was relatively wealthy, such conditions were definitely the lowest in the Temple. He was a little nervous and said: "I don't know, teacher …"
"Remember all the humiliation you have suffered since childhood. Do you understand?" Dean whispered.
Edward's face slightly changed as he recalled the matter. He bowed his head: "I-I won't hate them, teacher."
"You won't, or you don't dare?"
"… I don't dare." Edward hesitated for a moment but answered truthfully.
"Why?"
Edward plucked up his courage: "We are all part of the Temple. We should unite and love each other. They are nobles with noble blood. I-I can't hate them."
Dean turned to look at him: "You can't, or you don't dare?"
Edward looked into Dudian's eyes. He found that the genius master's eyes were very deep, like black stagnant water, but there was a mass of green in them. His heart beat wildly as he gritted his teeth: "I dare not!"
Dean slowly said: "As my student, you can't do anything that you don't dare to do. Do you understand?"
Edward was stunned.
Dean's eyes narrowed as he turned around. He knew that it was difficult for him to change his mind. But he wasn't in a hurry. Hatred was the seed of rebellion. As long as it was cultivated, sooner or later it would grow into a towering tree.
He looked into the distance outside the cloister and could vaguely see the vast and imposing Sylvia Giant Wall. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
…
"You are here?" Skagen smiled as he saw Dean coming from the corridor: "You are right on time. It's almost nine o 'clock."
The old man was surprised as he saw the two people behind Dean: "Who are these two?"
"She is my attendant and he is my new student. I hope you can take care of him in the future." Dean smiled as he introduced them.
Eivissa was surprised as he looked at Edward: "He is just a primary architect. There are many senior architects who want to be your student. Why would you accept a primary architect?"
Dean laughed: "It's too difficult for senior architects to change their profession. It's better to accept someone who has no foundation."
Skagen nodded: "That's good. It makes sense."
Arsen sneered: "Master Dean is worried that he won't be able to teach the high level architects. Studying magic depends on your talent, but teaching others depends on the accumulation of knowledge. Master Dean is still young, he is qualified to teach these low level architects." Arsen sneered at the side.
Hearing this, the atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.
Dean looked at him and whispered: "Do you think that you don't have the talent for the invention?"
Arsen's face slightly changed: "Are you insulting all the masters? Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you have made a legendary invention!"
Dudian whispered: "Isn't it too despicable for you to force hatred on me? I advise you not to do stupid things like provoking me in the future. Otherwise I don't mind kicking you in front of everyone. I believe that no one can stop me if I want to! "
Arsen's face changed as he looked at Dean in anger: "You, how dare you!"
Skagen and Eivissa tried to persuade him. Skagen looked at Dean: "Today is a big day for you to teach. Don't lower yourself to his level. That's his temper."
Dean didn't pay attention to them as he smiled at Arsen: "Since you asked me if I dare or not I will give you an answer." He flicked his sleeves.
Gwyneth's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation, but she still moved. She appeared behind Arsen as if she teleported. She lifted her foot and kicked his ass. Bang! Arsen's body flew out and fell into the crowd below the high platform. It immediately caused an exclamation. The dense crowd spread out like a tide and gathered again to catch him.
Skagen, Eivissa and others' faces changed as they ordered people to go and help him.
"I'm sorry. My men are not sensible." Dean flicked his sleeves and said to the crowd: "It's time for the lecture. I'll go first." Then he turned and stepped onto the platform. Gwyneth followed behind him.
"This man has a temper!" The square-faced old man looked at Dean's back as he stroked his beard and muttered.
Skagen glared at him. "You're still gloating."
The old man laughed: "Evil people will be punished by evil people."
Edward, who was standing at the side, was dumbfounded. The Grandmaster in his eyes was actually kicked off the stage by his own teacher's follower. It was just a verbal conflict, and he dared to act like this. He was simply too hot-tempered!
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