Since that lunch, Arecio has never felt comfortable again. The endless exams have made his eyes dark, and the test papers are stranger than the other. In the end, he put his head on the table and went on a complete strike.

The priest next to him asked him in a loud voice.

"So this paper is handed in a blank paper, right?"

Aresio turned his head and moved his head numbly.

The priest hurriedly put away the blank paper. The questions on the test paper were carefully designed by the Temple. Most of them set a scene to let Arecio answer what to do. At the same time, there were several children who came out of many candidates. Among these children, one of the most special hunter would be produced.

The destined hunter was only targeted at the three generations of princes Ruchius in his life.

"I handed in the blank paper this time." The priest whispered, "It is also the only candidate who made this choice among the candidates."

Aresio performed very well in a series of suitable exams. His way of thinking was particularly different from other children. He often had unexpected operations, and now he even handed in blank papers directly. However, the priests of the assessment were not angry. After a brief exchange of opinions, they gave Aresio's blank paper an unprecedented high score.

Because it's so interesting, this child will be a type that is very interesting to the blood clan.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, the bishops' opinions are the same."

The priests breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that the days-long test had finally come to an end, and the final candidate had appeared and their plans could continue to move forward.

Aresio felt suffocating. He had obviously tried to be passive and slackened, so why was he finally selected? But the Temple did not give him the answer. A priest took Aresio to measure his body size and made an appointment for tomorrow's course.

"I'll be in class tomorrow?" Arecio opened his eyes widened, "Don't you rest?"

The priest looked at him kindly and seriously.

"You carry a great mission. From today on, you will not live for yourself. The glory of my god Garoti covers you. You will give everything under this glory, just to kill the three generations of blood clan."

Aresio:???

Tortoise chants.

He ran through the hole in the middle of the night, and was caught back, staring at the suffocating priest with expressionless face. The priest never thought that someone would abandon his sacred mission and go to the dog hole to escape!

It is worthy of being the most suitable and interesting child carefully selected. If the vampire is not interested in this child with a unique idea, there will be a ghost!

At this time, the sky had already revealed dawn. The priest had a tense face. In order to punish Arecio for escaping, he did not let him take a break, but took him to change to the new uniform of the intern hunter and kept a close watch and escorted to the classroom. The temple had high hopes for this plan, and threw out a lot of resources. Even the bishop took out several of them and made a special trip to teach the child. When he arrived at the place, the priest turned his head and reminded Arecio.

"Respect the teacher."

Arecio was concentrating on playing with the gold chains on his clothes.

"I will pick you up for lunch and evening for dinner and rest. The rest of the time, the bishops will teach you without reservation."

Arecio flickered and half a cloak.

"And, you have to write a diary every day to record your learning progress and emotional changes, and the temple will check it from time to time."

This time Aresio looked up and he made a contemptuous expression to the priest.

Read other people's diaries and are sick.

The priest looked at his skillful and unconventional rolling eyes, bright, dark rose-colored pupils of nearly dark creatures, and messy black hair that was covered with discomfort, and finally covered his face with grief.

This is completely different from a future saint! Complete! No! Like!

With his head pressed, Arecio had to take classes in a regular manner for a month, and also drew a turtle in his diary for a month. The priest was crying and crying all the way while checking the diary at the top of the temple. No matter how coercive and tempted him, Arecio was not afraid at all. Anyway, the priest only saw that Arecio's level of painting turtle improved rapidly in this month, and there was no other progress at all.

"I'm so sorry, this child... this child..." the priest choked, "It's me that I am ashamed of God's glory, but I ask God to give me instructions on how to get this future saint back on track."

"Don't worry." The bishop replied to him gently, "Arecio also learned something, at least one percent of what we taught, and what he learned was amazing."

The priest looked at the bishop's extremely obvious dark circles at the moment, and felt the bishop's humility.

It turns out that one percent is about to beat drums and drums!

"Although, Arecio's actual combat is quite impressive."

This time, the priest had to nod and agree. Aresio's actual combat was completely useless. He seemed to be born to be active in various battles. His keen sense of combat was unprecedented even in the history of the Temple. In this month, Aresio had changed three practical teachers, and now he is taking him to the battlefield. It is said that he will be taught immediately without any teaching.

"This is enough." The bishop said slowly, but with dark circles, his profound and unpredictableness was not much left. "As long as the final goal is achieved, the process does not matter. Besides, when the tattoo and wedge fall on him, he will be more obedient."

The priest was silent for a while, nodded in approval, and the bishop smiled too.

"I will tattoo Arecio at the end of the month. As for the wedge, in order not to damage his vision, I can wait for another two years."

Arecio had no idea about this. He was eating the seafood baked rice made by the teacher, watching the teacher show up, and occasionally exclaiming "ohhh" from time to time.

Cooking teacher:...

I feel like an acrobatic monkey.

"Have you learned it?" He wiped his sweat. "Before the end of the month, you have to make seafood baked rice that can be eaten at least."

"...But does this have anything to do with hunting the blood clan?"

Arecio asked about the soul.

He recognized him for practical combat; he could understand him by learning the customs and customs of the mainland. But why do you have to learn painting and cooking and even other strange subjects as a hunter? Are these things not the content of the bride course?

"New, Bride Course?!" The cooking teacher looked shocked, "Why do you think so? This is an early preparation for killing the evil blood clan!"

“…Are you poisoning in the meal?”

“I will apply to add poison courses to you.”

“!!!”

Arecio was depressed, but after he worked hard this month, his cooking teacher told him sadly that he would not have to study poison science for the time being, and he also applied to cancel the subjects related to blasting.

Because Arecio has learned the above two subjects in the process of learning cooking.

A month passed in a flash, and it might be suffocating to some teachers. Aresio completed his flower arrangement in the teacher's tears, as he always had a manic style. When he heard the bell of the get out of class, he immediately happily opened the flowers and rushed to the cafeteria.

You can't learn anything and you'll be the first in your meal.

The priest covered his face, but he still dutifully informed Aresio who was eating.

"There will be no classes in the afternoon?" Arecio was excited. "That's great! Can I apply to go out?"

"No, before you finish your studies, the outside world is very dangerous." The priest refused, "Now the blood clan also knows your existence. You must hide deeply inside the temple. You... don't eat it, listen to me, okay?"

Aresio held the spoon in his mouth, and became expressionless because he was refused to go out, looking very uncooperative.

"You will receive a tattoo in the afternoon." The priest endured, "No omissions are allowed in this matter, otherwise you will be detained in the confinement room again. I don't think you like it, right?"

Arecio's expression was completely cold. He stared at the priest, and after the red pupil gave the priest great pressure, he slowly moved his eyes away.

"I'll accept tattoos."

He is not stupid. Even if he dances, he will step on the bottom line of the temple. He will remember that it is not a meal, so he doesn't want to eat it every day.

The tattoo that was about to stab Arecio is an extremely noble cross thorn. Not all hunters are qualified to accept it. Ordinary hunters usually only stab the cross. But Arecio does not regard this as any glory. In his opinion, it seems like a branding on livestock.

He hates this feeling and does not want to accept tattoos at all.

After several months of training, at least Arecio's scattered demeanor was corrected very well. He knelt on one knee in front of the statue, and his cloak with golden threads fell to the ground. He untied the uniform inside and exposed his right shoulder.

In the blazing light of the sun, the goddess statue lowered her eyes mercifully, and his shadow enveloped Arecio. The bishop next to him picked up needles and paints and prepared to start the tattoo work.

But in the next second, he slowly opened his eyes wide, immediately put down the tools in his hand, and knelt down in the direction of Aresio. Everyone in the church also knelt down. Such a large-scale action also alarmed Aresio. He looked up in surprise, trying to see what was going on.

【I favor you.】

The goddess' fingertips touched his right shoulder, and the cross thorns began to grow windingly. There was no bleeding or pain in the process, only endless tenderness and blessings.

【My glory is with you.】

The goddess left, and after the initial silence, Aresio felt a strange force appearing in his body. He didn't know how to use this power, so he looked at the bishop beside him.

The bishop was almost in tears. Although he didn't understand why the goddess preferred Aresio, for the temple, one more godly favored means one more powerful combat power.

"Child, you have received God's favor."

* * *

"It's here, I took some effort to get it, it seems a little cold."

Crowvinson lowered his head and presented it to the three generations of blood clans he had loyal to - a seafood baked rice. He himself also found it very funny, so he had to force himself not to think about it and deliver the rice honestly.

"Is this... the skill I was destined to learn for me?" Ruzius looked at the plate of seafood baked rice. It didn't look very beautiful, but it was also quite good. He looked at the rice with a filter and felt very satisfied.

The bride courses at the Temple are really good.

He used his shadow to transform into a spoon, not caring whether the rice was cold or not, but just planned to try the skills he prepared for him.

Just a bite.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Please cheer up! Spit it out quickly!"

No!

Ruzius swallowed it, and then looked at the baked rice with a serious expression.

The hunters trained by the temple are really not simple.
Chapter completed!