Blood Orange was a little puzzled: "Why are you not surprised at all... I am one of the nine colors of the Shadow World. Don't you feel flattered at all?"

Qin Lele was also puzzled: "Why are you surprised? Didn't the protagonist meet any big shot, and the other party would cry and hold my thigh and beg me to be his apprentice?"

"I didn't make a fuss when McCann asked me to be his voter."

The blood orange choked completely.

She finally realized how weird the girl's mind was.

But she still sorted out her own thinking and coughed:

"I'm different. If you want to be my disciple, you need to complete a task for me."

"Oh, forget it." Qin Lele responded expressionlessly.

In fact, she looked very calm, and the summoning stone that could escape from this place was always in a semi-activated state!

Blood Orange was annoyed directly.

But when she saw Qin Lele's righteousness and willingness to surrender, she suddenly felt a little funny.

She hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Then, will I add some money?"

Qin Lele replied happily:

"Didn't you say it earlier?"

"What mission?"

"How much does it cost?"

Twenty minutes later, the two who had agreed to separate.

Qin Lele breathed a sigh of relief. The legendary boss Blood Orange did not coerce her to do something too much.

Even if things go well, I may have an extra thigh to hold in the Ninth Manor.

According to Xu Nan's theory of thigh supremacy, Qin Lele thinks that completing some small tasks for Blood Orange can not only get rewards, but also get protection from thighs, which is simply a killing of two birds with one stone!

She left the Shadow Realm and appeared in the Lookout Fortress.

At this time, she couldn't help but pull out a thin silk brocade from her sleeve.

"What you said in my heart just now is true? Haven't you been sleeping for many years? How do you know that Blood Orange is McCann's lover?"

Qin Lele was actually a little scared. She was about to leave, but the wisdom Fibonacci suddenly reminded her in her heart that Blood Orange might be McCann's lover. She did this to test Qin Lele's piety in his belief in McCann.

Obviously, Qin Lele had no belief in McCann, but she had to act like that, so she casually read a line that cheated money, but she didn't expect to fool the topic.

Faced with Qin Lele's inquiry, Fibonacci said slowly:

"I know everything."

Qin Lele hehe:

"Then tell me the name of the forces behind Xu Nan!"

Fibonacci began to remain silent.

Qin Lele has become accustomed to this so-called wisdom tip style. Every time he encounters a question that cannot be answered, he pretends to be dead and is extremely skilled.

"Then let's change the question." Qin Lele asked indifferently: "Teacher Blood Orange asked me to find a Geralt's person to follow, and then act according to the opportunity."

"The question is, who is this Geralt?"

This time, the wisdom tips were silent for a while, and then began to cough up blood.

Qin Lele couldn't help but widen her eyes, a little confused.

...

Observer Fortress, in a simple hotel.

"Teacher!" Geralt walked forward excitedly and grabbed the old man's hands in front of him.

The old man kindly pinched Geralt's back of his hand, and a cold touch came, and Geralt almost burst into tears.

"Don't mind, as people get older, they will naturally become colder."

Quelras coughed and signaled Geralt to sit down.

The latter looked extremely excited.

"Is this your cat?" Quelras looked curiously at the black cat in the corner. It looked sleepy, shrank into a ball, and hid in the corner.

Geralt shook his head, as if he didn't know how to introduce the Black Cat.

"He seems to be sick." For a moment, he did not explain to the teacher that he had a talking black cat companion.

Quelras nodded: "This place is colder than Wildfire City. It is normal for animals to suffer from cold. You should pay more attention to it."

"Okay, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you have indeed grown into a strong young man."

Geralt smiled awkwardly: "Teacher, I'm almost forty..."

Quelras said seriously: "That's the forty-year-old boy."

Geralt no longer refuted. He felt relieved when he saw that although Quelras had grown much older, at least he was still safe.

But he was still a little worried, so he raised all his doubts.

Quelras listened quietly to Geralt's doubts, his expression changed slightly.

After a while, he spoke in a dull sense: "You mean, the reason why you appeared here is because you received a letter of help? And it was written by me?"

Geralt nodded and delivered the letter.

Quelras took out a crystal glasses from his arms and put them on, looked at them for a moment, and said negatively:

“I didn’t write this letter.”

Geralt said in a daze: "But, handwriting..."

Quelras smiled comfortably: "Child, you know how magical the world of magic is. It's just a powerful visual deception."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and sure enough, the words on the letter paper became crooked.

Geralt was both comforting and depressed.

He touched his head: "Well, is someone a prank?"

Quelras said easily: "Maybe, but you rarely come back and you have to stay in Tasal for a few more days."

Speaking of Tasar, Geralt thought of something and couldn't help asking: "I saw a lot of people wearing blue clothes in Tasar..."

Quelras's face became a little ugly.

He snorted heavily: "Those are people from the [Blue Clan]."

"They were sent by representatives of the fanatics to demand the reconstruction of the Tasar Temple, and I have no way to object."

"You ignore them, they are just a bunch of lunatics."

Geralt nodded as though he understood.

The two of them talked in the room for a long time. Geralt shared with the teacher many things he had done in the past years. Quelras expressed high praise to his disciples.

Geralt was very happy. For him, as long as the teacher was fine.

As for the prank itself, he is not interested in pursuing it. Just pay attention to discern more next time.

At the end, Quelras suddenly stood up and pushed open the hotel window.

Large swaths of snowflakes were flying outside, and the cold air came in. Geralt couldn't help but shrink his neck, but heard Quelras say solemnly:

"Geralt, my child, I want to ask you something."

"Did you ever complain about the glory of the goddess over the years?"

"Have your beliefs been shaken?"

Geralt was stunned for a moment and answered without hesitation:

"Teacher, my faith has never wavered."

"But, over the years, I have also had some doubts."

Quelras said calmly: "Tell me, look."

Geralt's expression was very serious:

"Under the guidance of the goddess' teachings, I have helped many people, and in the process of helping people, I have gained a lot of happiness, such as

What you said.”

"But gradually, I had a doubt: what made me happy was whether it was the matter of helping people itself, or did it play a role in promoting the glory of the goddess?"

"I have been thinking about this question for a long time."

Quelras turned around, his eyes becoming less kind: "What is the answer you have been thinking about for so long?"

Geralt said with a tough bullet:

"The thing itself."
To be continued...