Lin Sheng quickly typed a bunch of words, although there were a lot of vague words like 'I guess, I think, maybe' and so on.
But the specific judgment was not vague at all, and he posted it all.
After that, he was bored, so he scrolled through the other posts.
Ten minutes later, there was a sudden buzz, and there was a response to the post he had just replied.
Lin Sheng quickly clicked back to have a look.
"The answer is very pertinent, thank you, guru!" The tone of the post's reply was very respectful.
There were also some replies from the onlookers below. But they were just there for the show, and there was no reaction.
Lin Sheng easily got ten points. Obviously, the post owner was very satisfied with the content.
With the points, he had leveled up to Level 1, and he could finally post.
He stopped to drink some goat milk, and continued to scroll.
"Seeking advice: Is the future basic direction of dark powers more corrosive, violent, or psychedelic?"
"Who is the strongest student in Corsica?"
"Whose nickname is Leopard?"
"About the Sect of Thousand Graces."
In the series of posts, the most interesting one was the one about the future basic direction of dark powers, and it was very provocative.
Lin Sheng scrolled a little, and there were already hundreds of arguments.
Out of boredom, he browsed through the other posts of the latest date, and Lin Sheng was almost done, and was about to close it.
Suddenly, a post came into his sight.
"Senior Marguerite will face difficulties when she returns home after graduation."
Lin Sheng thought for a moment, and clicked on the post. There was a lot of content that seemed to be venting with subjective emotions.
Just looking at these words, Lin Sheng slightly raised his eyebrows.
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Marguerite calmly put away her longsword, her forehead was slightly sweaty, and she took a hot towel from her junior to wipe her sweat.
She was about to return home.
She came to Miga just to avoid the cousin in the family who almost suffocated her. The cousin who was known as the strongest hope of the family.
Talent, sometimes, was so unreasonable.
Her cousin, Shamika, was born three years later than her, but in less than a year of dark power training, he had surpassed her in all aspects of five years of hard work.
She had also been indignant, angry, and tried her best.
But unfortunately, all her efforts were meaningless.
Talent was invincible. Countless failures had taught Marguerite this cruel truth.
Originally, she thought that she could face all of this calmly.
But when the situation was really in front of her, she realized that she was far from being as calm as she thought she was.
Shamika, the cousin who made her breathless, the monster with terrifying talent, was coming to Miga!
Moreover, he had specifically asked to come to the Soul Fortress to look for her!
When Margaret received the news, she was in a daze for the whole day.
She knew why Shamika was here.
In the family branch, she was the eldest daughter. In the branch she belonged to, she had a lot of say and influence.
At the same time, her parents left her a lot of assets and resources. This was what Shamika needed.
In order to truly determine the position of the future Patriarch, he had to completely defeat all his competitors.
And Margaret was also one of his competitors. Although he was the weakest one.
"Senior, are you alright?" One of the girls from the Soul Fortress whispered with concern.
"I'm fine … I was a little distracted during the sword demonstration. I'm sorry. "Margaret smiled bitterly and apologized to her in a low voice.
"It's okay. Even if you're distracted, you can still show such strong swordsmanship. It's really amazing!" A male student sincerely complimented her.
The rest of the students immediately echoed.
Margaret's eyes flashed a trace of a bitter smile. She did not say anything, but continued to explain the problem to her juniors.
Unfortunately, she was absent-minded, and even her explanations kept making mistakes. She only corrected them after being reminded by her juniors. The atmosphere was awkward for a while.
On the second floor of the Soul Fortress, on an open-air balcony. Lin Sheng stood and looked down, watching the scene of Margaret guiding the other students.
He was also slightly startled, but then he smiled.
In the absence of the professor, the current lesson to impart experience to the students came from Margaret.
As an idol of the entire Soul Fortress who was about to graduate, Margaret's popularity was far higher than Lin Sheng's.
Lin Sheng stood on the balcony, carefully observing the teaching scene below.
"Personality, character, combat experience, application skills, and all other aspects are not bad. Unfortunately … her talent is a little too weak. "
Margret was not Melissa. Aside from her dark powers, she did not have any other talents.
Everything was swaying in the middle of mediocrity.
There were no accidents, no fortuitous encounters, and no top geniuses with hidden identities. Margaret was so ordinary. Aside from her family background, she was just a hardworking mediocre person.
"So that's why she's sought after by so many mediocre people?" Lin Sheng seemed to understand.
"Forget it, it's none of my business. Let's take a look at the new research equipment." He had asked his disciple, Adolf, to purchase a very comprehensive set of research equipment for the replication and development of energy assimilation points.
The equipment cost a lot, and it was also very large. So there was a lot of handover and installation required.
Lin Sheng had to take the time to handle it himself.
After all, it was not good to leave it to others. Because the equipment he used could only be more handy after he had personally calibrated it.
After making sure everything was fine, Lin Sheng left the Soul Fortress, and together with the researchers who were calibrating the equipment, they headed to another part of the city where Adolf had just bought a spacious villa.
It was a small villa with a courtyard, and a large underground wine cellar.
Lin Sheng planned to have it remodeled into a basement for experiments. But as for how to modify it, he had to design the key locations himself.
Just as he went out to supervise the work and search for the soul vessel of the Sect of Thousand Graces.
A group of unexpected guests had arrived at the Soul Fortress without Professor Auldmandilla around.
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"This is the Soul Fortress?" A wheat-skinned young man with short blue hair was looking at the vast territory of the castle with interest.
"Yes, Young Master. This is the workshop of Baine University where Young Mistress studied, the Soul Fortress." A maid in a red dress beside him replied calmly. "Do you need me to give you the details?"
"No need, I've already seen it this morning. I remember it all. "The youth smiled as he walked towards the welcoming crowd at the castle gate.
"Let's go. Don't let them see us being rude. "His tone was relaxed.
"Actually, it doesn't matter." The maid in the red dress said calmly, "Even someone like Young Mistress is considered one of the strongest here. You can imagine the poor quality of the students here. For such weaklings, to be able to see Young Master's face up close is already the luckiest thing they've ever had in their lives. "
"What kind of people can a workshop of this level cultivate? Don't expect too much. After all, it's just a crown school in the middle of Miga. The requirements can't be too high. Margaret is only here to recuperate, not to study. "The youth smiled.
"You're right." The maid lowered her head slightly in agreement.
"Let's go, let me take a good look at her life here. She's been stubborn for so long, it's time to go back. "
"I'm afraid Young Mistress won't be willing to go back."
"Since I'm here, it's not up to her." The youth said lightly as he walked straight towards the castle gate.
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