Zhu Heng smiled, and he gently took the initiative to stir up the topic.

"In the next few days, I'm afraid Mr. Lucius will have to face me every day." He smiled slightly, "Please, please teach me as many things as possible, those who can... help me under Theo's supervision.

You, and then completely defeat him."

He often provides psychological counseling to dark creatures, and with his gentle and harmless temperament, it is usually easy to bring up the rhythm of the conversation. But he looked at the expressionless face of the saint opposite and gave up doing so with a wry smile.

"Aresi is right, you are really very wary of me."

The doctor's keen observation allowed him to notice that the saint opposite had the first slight change in his expression when he heard the name "Aresi". Before that, the saint was like ice that could not be broken.

It seems transparent, but in fact it is harshly blocking the outside world.

This was not the first time that Zhu Heng noticed this. He had noticed it when he was counseling the insomniac Lucius.

"With all due respect, before we begin, could I make a brief digression."

The saint raised his eyes slightly to look at him, and nodded slightly, indicating that it was okay.

"In fact, you are not only guarding and doubting me, right?" Zhu Heng said softly, "The expressions and body language you occasionally show almost all mean that you lack basic trust in the entire world you live in."

"Maybe this is just my intuitive feeling, but I'm afraid you are also doubting Ally, Marshal Olsen, and even more people."

Lucius turned his pen, his sky-colored eyes were light and beautiful. Many people would be beguiled by this seemingly glowing appearance, and believed from the bottom of their hearts that this was a noble saint, just like those legendary heroes.

Ordinary, strong, fearless, and caring for others. But Zhu Heng could see a deep indifference in those beautiful eyes.

"With all due respect..." he murmured, "I'm afraid you rarely care about anyone except Arecio."

After saying this, Zhu Heng saw the saint opposite him nodding.

"Yes." Lucius admitted frankly, "I pay very little attention to others."

His frankness and matter-of-fact attitude made Zhu Heng feel horrified by this cruel educational method.

"Who educated you like this... Your situation is really the only one I have ever seen in my life. This needs to be instilled from childhood to form... twisted..." Zhu Heng's voice was already trembling, and then, he himself

I thought of the answer.

"It's...the temple..."

Zhu Heng had never realized what kind of organization the temple was as clearly as he did at this moment.

"It seems that although it is a digression, we unexpectedly entered the main topic of today." Lucius said lightly, "Then, let's start here. I think the process of cultivating exclusive hunters in the temple ten thousand years ago is a good one.

I’m also the most familiar with the entry point, so we’ll start from here.”

He took a sip of water and said casually:

"I remember that there were more than eighty children in our batch. More than two-thirds of them died in brutal training and trials, and the remaining ones who were alive, at worst, became hunters."

He talked about the things he had seen in the temple, rules, admonitions, some deaths, and some strife. From his gentle narrative, Zhu Heng gradually sketched an image of a behemoth in his mind. The owner of this behemoth was the people.

His faith seems to be clad in the light of holy compassion, but at the same time he is ambitious and unscrupulous, and regards all sacrifices as the glory of bloodshed for God.

"My linguistics teacher once counted that the word I spoke most in a day was 'arecio'." The saint narrated this past incident as an episode, "In the first ten years of my life, I have been

I was thinking about what kind of person that would be; and when I saw him, what I was thinking was, 'Sure enough, he is such a person.' He was exactly the same as I imagined, and exactly the same as in my dream. All my knowledge was

It can be confirmed in him, and defeating him means the end of my life."

Zhu Heng remained silent for a long time, with his head lowered and only his pupils trembling slightly.

"A hunter succeeded, and I was very envious of him." The saint continued to narrate, "The temple held a grand ceremony for him. Although there was no smile on his face at first, he smiled in the end. He must have been so happy that

I couldn’t make any expressions at first.”

"I think..." Zhu Heng's voice trembled, interrupting his narration. This was unprecedented, because Zhu Heng was a very gentle person and was willing to listen. His abnormal behavior made Lucius stop his narration and calm down.

Stare at him quietly.

"Is that person also a dedicated hunter? Did he... kill his destined vampire?"

"……yes."

After getting the answer, Zhu Heng looked as if he was about to cry.

"What a big mistake..."

He said in a trembling voice.

"That hunter should really not be able to laugh."

"I am a doctor, and I am familiar with people's psychology. After the full set of cultivation methods of the temple are implemented, the [destined] status in the hunter's heart will overwhelm everything else. This is the source of indifference and even suspicion of the surroundings, and..."

"That [destiny] is like a white whale or swan, in the deep sea or in the sky, for hunters to chase it all their lives."

"You will gradually understand everything about [Destiny], their legends and deeds, joys, anger and fears. When you finally see them, all the understanding of the past will be like a key entering the appropriate lock cylinder and fastened one by one.

, confirmed one by one.”

"Then for a moment, my heart was shaking and I couldn't control myself."

He raised his head and looked directly at Lucius, into those sky-colored eyes that rarely wavered.

He let out a sigh, for all the hunters who have [Destiny]——

"You're probably..."
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