I'm Ornn, and I'm about to be beaten to my knees by the Man-eating Horse Girl!

"Um...more or less."

Orn thought about the layout of his dorm room and said, "It would be best to see if there's a larger barbecue grill, around two meters in size. If there are any at the nearby market, I'd also like one of those."

"By the way, McQueen, are there any places around here that recycle scrap metal?"

Old metal?

Megumi McQueen replied, seemingly confused, "I don't think so. However, I remember there are many unusable and abandoned training devices in the abandoned warehouse on the back mountain of the school. If Trainer Orn needs to use them, he can apply directly to the Chairman."

Orn laughed and said, "Then there's no problem. Let's go. I've never been here before, so I'll have to trouble McQueen to be my guide."

McQueen took a bite of the parfait, then confidently puffed out his chest and said, "Leave it to me! Let's go find the barbecue grill now!!"

The two searched for a while but couldn't find a barbecue grill that met Ornn's requirements. Instead, they found a junkyard.

The shops around Central Tressen are incredibly diverse, ranging from household goods stores to restaurants, from fishing tackle shops to mobile phone and computer stores, from motorcycle modification shops to villa and real estate developers.

After explaining his requirements and clarifying that the equipment was for his horse's special training, the shop owner didn't suspect anything and readily agreed.

"It's already 12:10, McQueen, want to go get lunch?"

Orn checked the time. Little Chestnut and the others should have been wandering around the school for a while now, but since he said he'd go back in the afternoon, he could still stroll around outside.

McQueen thought for a moment, then shook his head and politely declined, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Trainer Orn, but I have an appointment with Sister Ryan this afternoon, so I won't be able to go."

"But I can recommend a few good little shops! Like that ramen shop not far ahead! It's delicious, cheap, and filling! My friend often eats there!"

"That blue-decorated ramen shop up ahead...wait!? Someone's been thrown out!!"

Just as McQueen had said, a figure was thrown out of the store and rolled straight in front of the two men.

The man's wig fell to the ground, and Orn could clearly see several scabs on his head.

'A monk?'

Before he could think any further, a fierce argument broke out in the ramen shop ahead, with some people even grabbing stools and starting a physical fight!

Orn quickly helped the monk up from the ground and asked, "Master... what happened up ahead?!"

The monk looked up at Orn with some confusion, then his face lit up with terror as he saw McQueen's concerned gaze. He hurriedly touched his bald head in a panic and said, "Uh...ah! My wig!"

"It's okay, your wig is here."

Orn grabbed the wig from the ground, put it on the monk's head, and asked, "What exactly happened up there? How did you get thrown out?"

"This humble monk... no, no, I actually don't know what happened either!"

The monk, now wearing a wig, said indignantly, "I just happened to be there begging for alms... and then there was an argument going on in the ramen shop!"

"It seems that the argument escalated due to issues with the texture and portion size of the noodles, and eventually they came to blows!"

Orn frowned and said, "If they make a move, it's none of your business."

The monk gave a wry smile and scratched his head, saying, "Perhaps I'm too weak? So that's why that big brother used me as a target to establish his authority?"

"What should we do now, call the police?"

McQueen shook his head and said, "No need. If they dare to cause trouble around Central Teresen, they'll all be arrested immediately. You see!"

Orn looked in the direction McQueen was pointing and saw several police cars surrounding the ramen shop, their sirens blaring. The thugs who had been fighting and causing trouble scattered like birds when they realized the situation was turning against them.

"Huh! Want to escape!?"

The lead officer, dressed as a sheriff, kicked open the car door, then removed his hat, revealing a pair of ears.

With just three steps, she pinned the so-called leader who had instigated the trouble to the ground, and the other police officers swarmed in, subduing all the troublemakers.

Then she seemed to see Megumi McQueen next to Ornn, and waved at the girl.

Thanks to their swift action, the riot was brought under control in less than 10 minutes, and police cars quietly dispersed from the streets.

Orn asked, "McQueen, do you know that sheriff? Their efficiency is completely different from the police stations I usually see!"

McQueen Megumi proudly stated, "Of course! Because they belong to the Central Tereson Special Operations Group! They are specifically responsible for maintaining the safety of the Central students! The members are basically composed of members from various families and senior students who have officially graduated!"

Is it similar to an officially recognized private armed group? No wonder this area is considered the safest online; this is why.

Orn looked at the monk beside him and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, since you're not hurt either, we'll be going. Remember to stay away from this kind of thing next time."

To everyone's surprise, the monk awkwardly tugged at Orn's sleeve, scratching his head sheepishly, and said, "Sir, could you help me pay for my meal?"

"For some reason, I am currently engaged in spiritual practice and cannot possess items such as mobile phones and bank cards. I can only obtain food through the alms given by those around me,"

"The cost of that ramen meal just now was all the cash I had on me!"

Orn thought for a moment and asked, "I won't ask you why you wore a wig to beg for food. Who is your teacher? Which temple is it? Which master gave you the ordination scars?"

"Longquan Temple, I came from Longquan Temple,"

The monk said apologetically, "For some reason, my master doesn't want me to reveal his name, but I am indeed a monk in the temple."

Orn gave the monk in front of him a serious look, then turned to McQueen behind him and said, "McQueen, I'll go have a meal with this poor friend first. You go back to school. Thanks for your help this time."

McQueen nodded and said, "You're welcome! It's what I should do!"

"See you later! The parfait was delicious!"

At 12:55 PM, in a private room of a Chinese restaurant across from the ramen shop.

Orn looked at the monk in front of him who was wolfing down stir-fried vegetables and mushrooms, and asked, "Can you tell me now? About why you wear a wig, and why you say you're a monk from Longquan Temple?"

"When McQueen was here just now, you kept looking at her with a worried and nervous expression. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought you were stealing something from someone else,"

"It's just the two of us here, now can you tell me why?"

The monk wiped his mouth, then removed the wig from his head and sighed, "Please forgive me, benefactor, I had no choice but to do this."

“This humble monk is indeed a disciple of the ancient master of Longquan Temple, and you are also a pilgrim recognized by the ancient master. Therefore, this is the only way I can meet you.”

Orn asked curiously, "How did you know I know Master Gucha?"

The monk smiled and said, "Hehe, when you bought the parfait earlier, the token was accidentally dropped on the ground. I happened to be passing by nearby, which is why I knew that you were a fellow practitioner of Longquan Temple."

“Since you are from the same school, then this humble monk can trust you.”

"Let me introduce myself first. My Dharma name is Master Wentai. You may address me as Master Wentai."

"Like you, I was also a trainer at Central Treson, but that was two years ago."

Two years ago? A monk? A trainer?

As if remembering something, Orn asked, "When I went to Longquan Temple before, I heard the ancient temple master mention that one of his disciples was also a trainer in Central Tereson. I heard that he was chased to Las Vegas by his superior. Could that be Master Wentai, you?!"

Master Wentai smiled awkwardly and said, "It is indeed this humble monk, but it is just an empty title, so there is no need to take it to heart."

Orn suddenly realized, "So you're wearing a wig because..."

"Yes, you guessed correctly, this is to avoid taking responsibility for me."

The monk sighed again, saying dejectedly, "If I had known that becoming a trainer would lead to being a 'rapper' (whispering), I would have listened to my master and not become this damn trainer..."

"Let's not talk about this anymore, it's all painful memories! Let's eat first!"

Master Wentai didn't say anything more. He just shook his head with a pained expression and began to eat the vegetables voraciously.

After letting out a burp, he finally asked, "Master Gusha... how has he been lately?"

Orn replied, "At least two months ago, he was full of energy and could even play handheld games."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Master Wentai said as if talking to himself, "She must know that I am worried about my master. As long as I return to Nagoya, she will definitely come."

“Esteemed benefactor, to be honest, this humble monk is at a loss as to what to do. Although I have been reciting Buddhist scriptures since childhood and thought my mind had already reached a state of perfect tranquility,”

"But when faced with that burning emotion, this humble monk became confused and made a mistake."

"Benefactor... what do you think I should do?"

Ornn had seen similar situations on the forums before, such as quite a few cases where trainers of similar age developed feelings for each other during training and eventually got married.

The monk in front of them was clearly caught in a conflict between his inner morality and his own emotions, so he chose to escape, but his sense of responsibility refused to give up. The two of them traveled halfway around the world and eventually returned to Japan.

After a long period of contemplation, Orn said, "I am not you, after all. I haven't experienced what you've experienced, so naturally I can't make a decision for you."

"However, if you really don't know what to do, why don't you ask the Three Goddesses? That's probably what the Ancient Temple Master likes to do the most."

The monk was taken aback for a moment, then exclaimed with delight, "What you say makes sense, benefactor! Haha! How come I didn't think of such a method before!"

Having said that, he stood up and said, "Thank you for solving a problem that has been troubling this humble monk. But I have nothing to offer in return. How about I perform a divination for you?"

Orn couldn't help but laugh and said, "Fortune telling? You monk can do that?"

Master Wentai pulled out many trinkets from his sleeve, including tarot cards, a stone wrapped in copper wire, playing cards, several round copper coins with square holes, and many other things that Orn couldn't identify.

“You may not know this, but when I was hiding from my responsibilities, I also learned some divination and fortune-telling techniques from the locals. Sometimes I would set up a fortune-telling stall to earn some travel expenses.”

Orn nodded, reached for the stack of tarot cards, and said, "In that case, let's use these to do some calculations!"

"As for what to calculate... I don't really know what to calculate. Even if I calculate my future health, what about it?"

"Hehe, the wish you mentioned fits the trainer's stereotype quite well."

Master Wentai nodded, skillfully shuffled the cards, and gestured for Orn to draw three cards at random.

Ornn first took the top card, then the two cards from the middle of the deck.

Master Wen Tai turned over the first card, which was the Fool, upright.

"Not bad. At least from the past, you have never suffered any serious injuries. You are in good health and have a good appetite."

"Even if I was physically weak when I was young, I gradually became much healthier than my peers after I took care of myself."

He then revealed the second card, which was the upright Justice.

"Oh? Now your role should also develop very well. Physically, they should complete their transformation and become healthier,"

"However, we still need to be careful about inflammation that often occurs during matches; those things can be very dangerous."

The monk revealed the last card, which was the reversed [Devil].

This time, instead of interpreting the cards, he asked, "Benefactor, have you ever allowed your guild to overtrain during training?"

Orn thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "No, to be more precise, I will control the training content to the limit that they can accept. Although it is very tiring, I will also use other methods to ensure that they get enough rest during the rest period after training."

Is there something wrong with this card?

The monk scratched his head and said, "Well... how should I put it? Based on my experience, this usually happens when the trainer puts the horse under too much training intensity."

“But your situation is somewhat different. In the past and present, your performance should be considered very healthy, and there is no issue of overtraining.”

"This card represents something bad, so I think it might be because you recently increased the training content for the instructor, or used some kind of unstable equipment, such as an untested final suit, or some newly launched horse girl training product?"

Is it a decisive battle?

Ornn immediately thought of the decisive outfit he made for Little Chestnut Hat that contained the [Dragon Heart]. Could it be because of this?

He asked, "In the last two weeks, she did acquire a decisive outfit. The outfit is very powerful, and it fits her well. Is there something wrong with the outfit?"

Master Wentai stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "No... interpreting it from the card's perspective, it also carries the meaning of 'facing one's inner self' and 'acknowledging oneself.' If Ma Niang felt uncomfortable using the Finale outfit, she probably wouldn't have wanted to wear it."

"Hmm... The specific reason might still lie with the clothes, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. You might need to ask your guardian yourself how she felt after putting on the clothes. If there is indeed a problem, it would be best to change the clothes."

"After all, even though the creators of the final server are all masters among masters, there are still situations where matchmaking fails."

Orn nodded knowingly. Regardless of whether what the monk said was useful or not, he still needed to check it out.

Master Wentai gathered the things on the table and was about to say goodbye to Orn when he saw a figure downstairs and immediately exclaimed in horror, "Oh no!! She's already caught up with us!!"

Orn followed his gaze and looked downstairs, where he saw a blonde girl with a yellow hair clip and a red bow tied behind her left ear, looking around.

As if she had confirmed something, she walked straight toward the restaurant where the two of them were.

Master Wentai hurriedly opened the door to the private room and waved at Orn, saying, "Benefactor! I am deeply grateful! But now is not the time to continue chatting!"

"Please keep my affairs a secret, benefactor! The journey of the martial world is long, we shall meet again in the future!"

After saying that, he flipped over and climbed out of the girl's blind spot to the second-floor balcony, then slipped out through the back door of the restaurant on the other side.

Central Tresen, in Li Dong's dormitory,

The newly radiant figure seemed to be trapped in a somewhat terrifying dream; she was unconsciously flailing her arms and legs on the bed, as if she were fighting against something.

But since you've already started dreaming, you'll probably wake up soon, right?

should......?

Chapter 108 The Afternoon of the First Day