Seeing that it was getting late, Karen tidied up, went to the next door, and called Richard. At this time, Philomena also left her bedroom and walked into Karen's bedroom.

Richard accompanies Karen to school, and Philomena is here with little Conner.

It's not that I'm afraid that little Kangna will be in danger here, but that a small bone dragon can easily cause danger if no one is watching over her.

After having a simple breakfast with Richard, the two of them walked out of the guest house. The big crab was flying slowly outside, inexplicably, with a little panic.

In the bedroom, Philomena saw little Connor sucking her fingers in her sleep, as if she was greedy.

There are some special reactions between powerful monsters, but this is just a small episode and does not attract anyone's attention.

There are sculptures everywhere on campus, many large and small, and the atmosphere seems very solemn. However, as a new day begins, more and more students come out of the dormitories and canteens to go to class. The youthful atmosphere will still be there.

The atmosphere here has been re-rendered.

Walking into the teaching building and arriving at the classroom marked on the curriculum, Richard looked at the curriculum posted on the wall before entering the door: ""Theological History and Philosophy"?"

Because they arrived early, there was no one in the lecture hall yet, so Karen and Richard chose to sit in a corner at the end.

Richard asked curiously: "Karen, why did you choose this class?"

"The name is nice."

"That's right, the name of this class sounds very high-end."

Gradually, more and more students entered the classroom. The difference from the real university is that they are all wearing divine robes, not only those of order, but also the divine robes of other religious religions. They should be international students or

Exchange student.

Relying on its status, the Cult of Kosmos likes to help other cults cultivate "outstanding young people" so that they can get a better education and go back to better build their own religion.

When these students came in, they all acted in the same way. As soon as they put their books on top, they would lie down on the table and start catching up on their sleep.

Before long, the classroom was almost full of people, or in other words, almost full of people sleeping, with a few still raising their heads.

It seems that this is a sleeping class with mixed credits.

Finally, the teacher came. He was an old man with white hair, wearing glasses with thick lenses, and holding a thick copy of "Symmetra" in his hand. When he came in, he looked at the students who were sleeping in the hall.

I deliberately kept my footsteps quiet, for fear of disturbing the students' rest.

Sitting behind the podium, he dipped his fingers into his lips, opened the annotated version of "Symmetra", and said in a very soft voice: "Today we will pick up what we talked about before and continue our "Symmetra. Light"

"Volume", we mentioned in the previous lesson that the differences between the God of Order and the God of Light are reflected in three aspects..."

His voice is very clear and not abrupt. How can I put it, it is easier to fall asleep with such a voice on your pillow.

Richard dozed off. He accompanied Karen here last night. Due to the jet lag, he didn't actually sleep for long. He could have just sat up and listened like Karen did, but as a result,

While listening to the teacher's lecture, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, so he lay down to catch up on his sleep.

The same goes for several other students who originally had their heads raised, and they all followed the trend and lay down to sleep.

Karen felt that she really saw the world. This teacher's voice contained the power of mental hypnosis. As a teacher, he actually deliberately "put down" the students who came to his class.

As he was talking, the teacher adjusted the frame of the mirror and found that a student in the corner of the back row had not fallen asleep. Instead, he was sitting there looking at himself, listening very seriously. He immediately waved to Karen, very kindly.

He asked quietly: "This classmate, aren't you sleepy?"

Karen shook her head.

"Young people still need to get more rest. Lack of sleep is not good for physical development. You can sleep if you want. I never fail anyone in this class."

Karen still shook his head.

Seeing this, the teacher had no choice but to say: "Then if you want to listen to the class, sit here on the podium and I will give you a lecture. Let's try not to affect the sleep quality of other students."

Karen nodded, left his seat, and walked to the podium.

"This classmate, why do I think you look familiar?"

"Is there any?"

"I can't remember at the moment."

"I think we met in school."

"Well, I guess so. Come on, sit here."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

Karen sat face to face with the teacher like this. What was originally a big class in a lecture theater turned into a private lesson inexplicably.

The teacher kept turning the pages of the book in his hand while teaching. In fact, the content he was talking about was not in the book. Turning the book seemed to be a habit.

About ten minutes later, the teacher stopped the lecture, looked at Karen curiously, and asked: "Classmate, I see you are sweating on your forehead. Are you sleepy? Why don't you take a rest and have a good sleep?"

A sleep?"

After saying that, the teacher thoughtfully took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on Karen's forehead, and scolded: "Look at you, sleep when you want to, don't hold on to it, isn't it normal for young people to be sleepy?

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"Thank you teacher, I can't bear it anymore."

"Look at you, why are you holding back your sleepiness?"

"It's not sleepiness, teacher. If you continue to use mental hypnosis on me, I won't be able to help but fight back."

Teacher: "Um..."

The teacher looked at his watch and said, "My little granddaughter should get up now, and I have to go back to the dormitory to cook for her."

"Teacher, you can

It’s okay to go.”

"No, no, I can't violate my ethics as a teacher."

"You are really a good and responsible teacher."

The teacher took out a pair of dentures from his pocket and placed them on the podium. The dentures started to move, and the teacher's voice came from inside.

"Okay, you accompany me back to the dormitory, and we'll talk as we walk."

"Is this still possible?"

"Of course, as long as you are willing to listen, I will definitely tell you."

The teacher stood up and motioned for Karen to follow him.

Karen really didn't expect that he would encounter such a situation in his first class. He hesitated for a moment and then followed.

The two people walked out of the teaching building and came to the classroom and dormitory building. Along the way, the teacher was indeed talking as he walked. He was indeed very capable. The things he talked about were actually not in "Symmetra".

Especially when describing the differences between the God of Order and the God of Light, he used a point of view that was inconsistent with the mainstream.

"The affairs of the divine religion in this era are the affairs of the divine religion, but what happened between the gods was the matter of the last era. Many historians feel that our God of Order is the biggest beneficiary of the disappearance of the God of Light.

, but I don’t think so. I think our God of Order is the god who least wants to see the God of Light disappear. Although the God of Order at that time had already separated from the camp of light, and had even gradually formed an opposition.

Even, our God of Order made a series of crazy actions at the end of the last era. Of course, in the eyes of you young people, this is very exciting. After all, our God is really overlord, haha.

But I feel that the series of actions of the God of Order also reflect his mood."

The teacher took out the key, unlocked the door, and did not turn it for a long time. Instead, he took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and asked, "What do you think it is?"

Karen replied: "Loneliness."

He had seen "with his own eyes" the image of the God of Order holding the Sword of Chaos, with the head of the God of Light stuck on the sword's edge, walking down Mount Alahad step by step. That was not the hustle and bustle of becoming a victor, nor was it a brave man.

To boast about his military exploits, not to mention the expectation for the coming of the era when the light falls and belongs to him...

At that time, he could not describe the feeling. With the teacher's foreshadowing description, Karen figured it out. At that time, the God of Order felt a strong sense of loneliness.

The teacher's palm trembled slightly and he looked at Karen in disbelief. Then instead of turning the key, he pulled it out and turned to go downstairs.

"Teacher, aren't you going home?"

"Let's go and have a good class in the *** room."

"But your little granddaughter?"

"She is thirty and will never die of hunger."
Chapter completed!