When he got home, Ian relayed the news to Teacher Hilliard, but unexpectedly saw the teacher's solemn expression.

"The inspector...the emperor's messenger..."

He whispered to himself: "Is it a coincidence? Maybe... a reminder, an omen."

"Anyway, I've really been a little slack lately..."

In the past two years, this was the first time that Ian saw his teacher showing a vigilant, solemn, and 'sad' expression.

Terra 768, June.

An ordinary morning.

The sun shines into the home. The jam jar on the table has been half used, the clean dishes are placed on both sides, and the dust is rising in the light strips.

In the bedroom, the sun shines on the eyes, and the young man's eyelashes move slightly, waking up from a deep dreamless sleep.

"I actually slept for eight hours today, which is really rare."

Opening his eyes, Ian looked at the position of the sun outside the window and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Ever since I started practicing breathing guidance, I haven't slept for more than five hours in a long time."

The deep sleep of the breathing guidance technique restores physical strength very quickly, and can also recuperate the body and balance hormone secretion... Basically, it can be said that if an ordinary person with all kinds of ailments successfully practices the breathing guidance technique, he can enter deep sleep for three hours a day.

It will take a few months to fully recover and strengthen the body.

The fact that he was able to sleep for so long shows that he has exercised frequently in the past year, and the training of a sand armor apprentice consumes a lot of physical strength, which is really unbearable for ordinary people.

But precisely because of this, Ian has finally completely eliminated the hidden dangers left by malnutrition in the past, and has even slightly caught up with the progress of those heirs of great aristocrats who have used Warcraft ingredients as snacks since childhood.

He is also in his early ten years, and now, no matter where he is thrown into the continent of Terra, he can be regarded as a true young genius.

However, Ian, who had just gotten up and continued to practice breathing guidance, came to the hall and saw Hilliard, who had already woken up, wiping his bladeless sword at the table.

The sword oil has a strange fragrance, like the essence extracted by burning metal and blood together. The light gray sword oil is smeared on the light silver sword blade, making it still shine brightly in the daylight.

Light.

All the tendencies of aging in his body have ceased. The man stared at his sword and carefully wiped every corner of it with a cloth.

"Is something big going to happen?"

Picking up the water glass and taking a big sip, the boy looked at his teacher and asked with some anticipation: "Have you found the entrance to the Nanhai ruins?"

"Nothing, Ian, just reminiscing."

Raising his head, Hilliard smiled at his student. The sunlight could only illuminate his chin, and the old knight's eyes flickered slightly in the shadows.

There was something extra in his smile compared to before. Hilliard turned his gaze back to the sword again and whispered to himself: "I just feel a little sad for my escape... I accidentally forgot something important.

matter."

"Forgot my true mission."

At this moment, Ian saw his teacher standing up.

The man was tall and majestic, like a mountain, with a heroic spirit that was far more eye-catching than anything the boy had ever seen before.

This may be part of his teacher's true demeanor back then. Ian couldn't help but think so, and even wanted to applaud Hilliard now, feeling excited and happy for the teacher who was no longer aging.

"Yes, how could we forget."

Putting the sword back into its sheath, with his spine straight and surrounded by golden mist, the old knight said calmly: "I am not just a teacher."
Chapter completed!