After seeing off Ling Yu away, the remaining teachers and students did not have the interest to continue playing games. The atmosphere was a bit dull and went back to the room to rest early.

Because the night was already dark, Zhang Wenjie asked Rena and the others to stay in their rooms upstairs. Although the nights in big cities are now very safe, especially for Zenouru, the headquarters of the Night Watcher, even if you want to find a demon, it is almost impossible to make a monster or something; but for safety reasons, it is better not to let these girls go out late at night.

However, Zhang Wenjie was not sleepy at all. After sending the students upstairs to rest by themselves, she sat alone on the sofa by the fireplace, holding a bottle of wine to drink by herself.

"Drinking alone is not your style!" Suddenly, a gentle female voice came from his ears, and a beautiful figure seemed to emerge from the shadows, quietly approaching behind her. "I always thought that Wen Jie would call me when she wanted to drink."

The visitor was a woman who was about the same age as Zhang Wenjie. She was wearing a black hunting suit that showed off her figure. The traces of the metal armor could be clearly seen outside her slender limbs, and a sword fell on her waist. It was such a woman who seemed to be able to go to the battlefield at any time. Her every move showed the unique softness of women to the fullest. But if you observe carefully, you will find how powerful there is hidden under her soft body.

The voice is also extremely soft, and it is not abrupt when suddenly sounded in a quiet room. Strictly speaking, this woman perfectly shows the existence of "women".

Similar to Zhang Wenjie's dark and smooth hair, the visitor also has enviable long and smooth hair, but it is bright silvery white, and it seems to emit a halo in the darkness.

It is precisely because of this beautiful silver hair that this woman is also called the "Pearl of the Night". Of course, the main reason for winning this title is another matter.

Xu Piao, or is respected by people, is known as Xu Zipiao - this woman who suddenly arrives bent down, hugged Zhang Wenjie from behind and snatched the bottle of wine from her hand, turned around and poured himself a full glass.

"Didn't you come here by yourself?" Zhang Wenjie seemed to have expected the appearance of her close friend, so she was not surprised at all.

"Okay, what's wrong with our beautiful craftsman being unhappy?" Xu Piao smiled, "It's not our baby student Ling Yu again, right?"

"Yes, it's Ling Yu." Zhang Wenjie responded dryly, "Also, he is not a student of 'our', but a student of 'me'!"

"Huh? Wen Jie, you can't do this! I'm obviously very serious about practicing swordsmanship with him! And I'm not as stingy as you, I'm going to teach Ling Yu very much!"

"Haha," responded to her friend's sneer, "What's the result? As far as I know, Ling Yu prefers shooting with guns in battle, right? Then there are various potions and props, and then there is the Death Scythe... It seems that weapons like swords are rarely used!"

"That's because he used the sword as a secret weapon!" Yinhai forced a defense.

Zhang Wenjie was amused by the expression of her best friend, and then unilaterally ended the debate.

"Forget it, it's meaningless to argue about these things now. Because Ling Yu has left-he has graduated!"

Xu Piao was stunned for a moment before he realized: "What! Graduation? Do you mean to be a teacher? Huh? Wen Jie, you let him leave so suddenly... No, why didn't you tell me in advance? And you just have your master's profession? I haven't recognized it yet!"

Xu Piao, who has always been very ladylike, jumped up and looked at Zhang Wenjie unfriendly, reaching out to touch her forehead: "You are not feeling feverish, are you?"

Then Zhang Wenjie slapped his paws and stretched out: "Stop messing around, I'm serious! And I found that child and brought it back. Do I need to notify you if I asked him to leave?"

"So cunning!" Xu Piao sat down again angrily, threw away the cup and raised his head and poured it into the wine bottle.

Although she looks like a delicate woman, her alcohol tolerance is unexpectedly good. She has only been slightly drunk after a whole bottle.

Similarly, Zhang Wenjie's alcohol tolerance was not bad at all. The two sat opposite each other and were speechless, and they were doing one bottle after another.

Finally, after throwing away the hollow bottle in his hand, Xu Piao suddenly asked, "What's the reason? I don't believe you will drive him away suddenly on a whim."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Wenjie said: "Recently, the prophets have come to this city."

"I know, that guy from the 'Holy Prophet' lineage... is said to be the most capable prophet in the world." Xu Piao nodded, "Why, did you make a prophecy with him? This kind of opportunity is hard to get, right?"

"Yes, I asked him to make a prophecy... for Ling Yu!" Zhang Wenjie said so. As for the required expenses, I didn't say much.

"You are so willing to give up." Yinfa sighed, obviously she knew the approximate price, "So, what did you ask the fortune teller to do?"

Zhang Wenjie suddenly showed a little embarrassed look, and hesitated for a moment before confessing to her close friend: "What is predicted is Ling Yu's happiness..."

“Hey…”

"Because that child has always been unhappy!" The beautiful craftsman quickly explained, "After all, I have experienced such a difficult childhood, and I still haven't seen it out of the shadow until now, so I want to find a way..."

"Is the so-called method to let him leave?" Yinfa complained rare, "I think Wenjie, you should still calculate that your happiness is more important."

"Stop, stop talking!" The craftsman, who has always been calm and accurate, couldn't help but panic, "Don't force your own ideas on me!"

"Ah, is that right? He is obviously hiding here alone to drink to relieve his sorrow..."

"You are not the same!"

"Tsk, I'm just accompanying you."

Zhang Wenjie snorted: "Don't explain it anymore. Xu Piao, you have taught him your own secret sword, right? Even if you are a personal disciple, you can't do this, right?"

"What's the use..." Yinfa immediately became decadent, "Ling Yu can't use it anyway, so it doesn't matter whether he teaches it or not!"

Looking at the empty wine bottles all over the floor, the two of them lay on the sofa without any image, speechless for a long time.

"Hey, as long as Ling Ya is free, can he really be happy?" Yinfa asked suddenly.

"What are you talking nonsense? This is the prophecy made by the one himself," Zhang Wenjie said weakly, "his status in the prophetic family is like my position in the field of craftsman or your position in the field of swordsman... Actually, Xu Piao, you believe it too, otherwise with your action, you would have gone out to pull Ling Yu back."

"Well, this is a good idea! Since Wen Jie, you have driven him out of this house, you should just live in my place."

"Hu, what are you talking nonsense!" Zhang Wenjie struggled to sit up, "Where is there a guest room in your small apartment!"

"It is because I have always lived in guest rooms that Ling Yu cannot feel a sense of belonging to you."

Zhang Wenjie was speechless. She and Xu Piao, who was opposite, had entered Ling Yu's room - of course, when Ling Yu was away. However, she found that the room was so clean that no one had lived there.

If Ling Yu treats this place a little like "home", the room he lives in every day will not be so cold and irritable.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wenjie felt particularly disappointed. She forced herself to cheer up: "Okay, let's stop complaining and complaining. The rest is just to bless Ling Yu to find his happiness."

"He can find happiness, but correspondingly, Wen Jie, you will lose happiness."

"Hey, what are you talking nonsense today!" Zhang Wenjie grabbed the pillow and smashed it over, "I watched the child grow up, he is his raising man!"

Xu Piao rolled his eyes: "I don't mind taking in one of the children as easy as Ling Yu! He had survived alone in the wild jungle before, right? His growth and life basically don't need to worry about."

"But even so, it cannot change the fact that we are his teachers. So, let us bless him as a teacher."

"Huh? Finally admitting that I am his teacher too?"

“…Stop talking!”
Chapter completed!