Magical Strategist

The monastery is much safer than those hotels and inns outside, and there is no need to worry about being questioned by soldiers.

The monastery is a quiet and sacred place. Although the Fortitude Alliance usually exploits and oppresses ordinary people, they also have enough respect for the gods. They have a clear rule: Alliance soldiers cannot enter the monastery without permission from their superiors, so as not to disturb the monks' concentration on their practice.

As for the massacre of St. Bernard's Abbey by the Dark Men not long ago, it was just an exception.

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The rooms here are simple and tidy, and you can tell at a glance that someone comes to clean and tidy them regularly. The pots of green plants placed on the windowsill add a sense of warmth to the place.

After washing up, Zhenlong took off his clothes and wig and lay flat on the soft bed. He stared at the ceiling with a bit of melancholy in his eyes. He slowly raised his right hand, stared at the palm of his hand, and said to himself: "Strength, when will it come back? Am I destined to be a useless person for the rest of my life... Master Baggio, what exactly did you mean by that sentence when you were alive? But now is exactly the time when I need strength the most, and you said that strength is not important. Master, I need an answer!"

The last words of the God of Fire Baggio echoed in my ears: I used to be like you, longing for great power. After all, in a world where the weak are the prey of the strong, it is difficult to move forward without great power. But after going through some things, I realized that power is not the only way to be invincible in the world...

What does the master want to convey to me? Is there anything in this world that is more powerful than strength?! After thinking about it for a while, I still can't figure it out. Maybe he can't understand the meaning now.

Soon it was twelve o'clock in the morning. Zhenlong was exhausted and sleepy. He blew out the oil lamp beside the bed and fell asleep.

At this time, Teresa and Lingdie were still chatting in the next room. Lingdie, who had just been clamoring to sleep, was now full of energy.

"Sister Sha, why do you want to find Lieyan too? Also, is Lieyan handsome? Is he handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes? Is he tall and strong?" Lingdie sat sideways on the bed, leaning against the headboard, constantly stroking Teresa's arm and asking all kinds of naughty questions. She didn't care whether Teresa was willing to answer or not.

Teresa was already very sleepy. She squinted her eyes and leaned against the headboard. She yawned and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Sister Sha is so sleepy now..."

"Hey, please just tell me, I'm really curious. Since you know Lieyan, you should know what he looks like. Is he handsome?" It seems that Ling Die insisted on getting Theresa to tell him the whole story today.

Teresa smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, then I'll answer your last question. The last one."

"Uh-huh!"

"Actually, Lieyan's appearance is not that handsome, just ordinary. He is not very tall and not strong. Instead, he is very thin, and he does not have thick eyebrows and big eyes..." Teresa gave an abstract description of the appearance of a real dragon.

Lingdie felt a little disappointed after hearing this. She pouted and said, "What? It's totally different from what I imagined. I thought it was Prince Charming."

"Yes, there is always a difference between reality and imagination...Okay, can we go to bed now?" How much Teresa hoped Lingdie would let her go.

"Wait, there is one last question, one last one!" Ling Die raised her voice.

Teresa couldn't help but sigh, thinking: This girl is really hard to please. "The last question, you asked it yourself."

"Yeah!" Lingdie nodded heavily. Then she asked, "What kind of girl does Lieyan like?"

"I don't know the answer to this question either. You can ask him in person when the time comes." Teresa said somewhat embarrassedly.

"No, he will mistakenly think that she has a crush on him." Ling Die said.

"Isn't it? Otherwise you can ask what he looks like." Teresa giggled.

"No, I'm just curious... Well, not entirely, just a little bit, a little bit of admiration, because I haven't met him... But, my intuition tells me that he can give me a sense of security!" Ling Die stammered.

"Really only a little bit? You... don't dare to show your true feelings directly. This is really like my sister." Teresa looked up at the ceiling and said lightly. Obviously, this sentence was not entirely said to Lingdie, but had another meaning. After she finished speaking, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes.

"What are you talking about, Sister Sha? I'm your sister now." Ling Die suddenly started to act like a spoiled child, hugged Teresa's waist, and murmured, "From childhood to adulthood, apart from my father and mother, you are the only one who treats me as your own, Sister Sha. It's great to know you. If I return home safely one day, I will definitely let Sister Sha wear the most beautiful clothes and the most beautiful jewelry. Oh, and give you dozens, no, hundreds of servants..."

Teresa felt a warm feeling in her heart. She stroked Lingdie's head and said gently, "I appreciate your kindness. Go to sleep, silly girl!"

"good night!"

This girl fell asleep very quickly. She fell asleep in less than a minute after she lay down. Teresa finally got relief and breathed a sigh of relief. She could finally sleep...

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The nights in the monastery are always very quiet, without the noise or bustle of the crowd, only the rustling sound of the leaves in the courtyard caused by the autumn evening breeze.

As he was half asleep, Zhen Long suddenly felt a chilly wind coming in from outside through the crack in the door. It was this cold wind that woke Zhen Long up.

It was the transition period between summer and autumn, where did such a cold wind come from? The real dragon began to be alert, but did not get up from the bed immediately. Instead, he continued to pretend to be asleep, but stared out the window.

Wow...

A black object floated past the window at a very fast speed. In the pitch-black night, Zhenlong could not see it clearly. He urged the only trace of essence in his body to concentrate on his ears, trying to hear more clearly.

He couldn't tell what was outside, but his experience told him that those who came with bad intentions would not come. Could it be that the people of Gangyi discovered me? If they really wanted to kill me, why didn't they do it when I was asleep? Could it be that their target was not me, but...

Oh no, Sister Sha and the others are in danger! Zhenlong suddenly jumped up from the bed and opened the door.

whoosh...

Suddenly, a silver light came straight to Zhenlong's forehead.

Fortunately, the essence power of the true dragon condensed in his ears took effect and he heard the sound. In addition, the speed of the light attack was not fast, so he turned quickly and avoided the attack of the "silver light".

Zhenlong did not dare to be careless. After all, he was in the open and the enemy was in the dark. If he attacked without authorization, he would have no chance of winning. He stood still and carefully observed whether there were any suspicious people in the yard in front of him. However, after scanning the yard a few times, there was no suspicious person in the monastery yard except for a few large locust trees.

"Why did you leave if you wanted to sneak attack me?" Zhenlong seemed very puzzled. Inadvertently, he found that the silver light he had just dodged was actually stuck on the wall behind him. Looking closely, it turned out to be a dart, and there seemed to be a small note tied to it.

He took the note and opened it. His expression suddenly changed. It said:

This place is dangerous, please leave quickly!

Zhenlong had no time to think about who sent the information, but he had to believe every word written on the paper and had to leave immediately!