After Joseph came out of the bookstore with the book, looking at the drowsy rain curtain, he deeply felt that he needed to calm down.
He took a deep breath in the fresh smell of rain mixed with the soil outside. The cold air flowed from the nasal cavity to the lungs, and the fresh air filling the body made him wake up a lot at once.
Joseph stretched out his hand to make a fist, and closed his powerful palms one by one, making a crisp sound of Karakara.
Feeling the strength of his whole body, he couldn't help but smile, a confident and steady smile.
If anyone who knew him was present, he would be surprised to find that this expression was not the usual sarcastic lazy smile of Joseph, the chief of the Intelligence Section.
It was the one who had long since disappeared from everyone's eyes, the Great Knight of Radiance, Joseph.
Carrying the magic sword on his back for so many years, his consciousness has been eroded by the evil magic energy all the time, and under the competition with his own will, it has become a severe headache.
It makes it difficult for him to remain 100% sober and rational, and he cannot fully control the power of his body.
This is a very dangerous and deadly thing for a knight whose main task is to fight, to be unable to control himself.
This situation was exacerbated by the loss of his right hand after the battle with Wilde.
So these years of self-indulgent degeneration is not just his own subjective factors, the magic sword accounts for a very large proportion of objective factors.
But now, the magic sword that has plagued him for decades has been handed over, and even once and for all, the bookstore owner directly "devoured" the cursed magic.
Just like a chronic disease is cured, the stagnation is gone.
The shackles in his heart and body were removed, and he immediately felt extremely relaxed. He believed that as long as he adjusted for a while, he could regain his strength close to his peak.
Although he lost his weapon, he gained determination and self-confidence, as well as the gift of the bookstore owner.
The deal was not at a loss, and even made a profit.
Now, he needs to digest this change well.
It just so happened that most of the current work of the Intelligence Section is to continue to search for the whereabouts of the white wolf hunters. It only needs to operate step by step, and Joseph can finally be freed from his work and no longer need to deal with documents.
Joseph returned home after a long absence, put the umbrella aside, walked into the house, and let out a long breath.
I can finally rest and calm down...
However, as soon as he walked into the living room, Joseph was stunned for a moment.
The living room was empty.
But there were piles of books scattered on the ground.
He couldn't help turning his head to look at the quartz clock hanging on the wall. That's right, it was half past six, and now this time is Melissa's usual meal time.
His sweet little girl, she should now be in the kitchen with her own plate frying steak, or baby potatoes with basil, served with two sausages, sprinkled with basil and rosemary, full of aroma.
Among the few impressions of Joseph, Melissa's cooking skills are very good.
But under the induction of ether, there was no one in the kitchen.
Joseph squatted down, picked up a book on the ground, opened it, and frowned again, "The Justice of a Knight"
He remembered that the book was written by a man who used to be a glorious knight, but was later reported by a joint report because of his fighting style, and finally resigned after serving as the chief of the combat section for a period of time.
This book records exactly how he fought.
That's why he was reported.
Because this guy believes in pragmatism and is a radical figure in the trendy faction. He has always advocated that he is not limited to the fighting style of knights. As long as there is a belief in the Holy Light in his heart, then sincere eulogy does not matter.
- That's right, that's why he is proficient in backstabs, proficient in tumbling, first-class in throwing knives, and even poisonous on knives.
Before Joseph retired, he also despised this guy very much.
But now, doesn't it feel good
He picked up a few more books, without exception, all of them are various basic teaching books for knights, and people in the general training department will use a lot.
All are very basic but useful knowledge, and there is no shortage of knight skills that many newcomers must learn.
However, as the daughter of the Great Knight of Radiance, Melissa received an education of one-to-one love, and these books have always been closer to decoration.
But now it has been turned out.
Joseph strode suspiciously towards the study, reached out and twisted the door handle, opening the door.
"Melissa—"
He saw the red-haired girl who was sitting behind the large desk, wearing glasses, and quickly flipping through the books.
The desk is full of books, and the ground is also full of books, and the entire study has become a sea of books.
As soon as the door opened, he swept aside a pile of books beside him and fell to the ground.
"Melissa... what are you doing?"
Joseph stepped over the pile of books, looked around, and looked at his daughter suspiciously.
Melissa kept her eyes fixed: "Learn."
"…???"
Joseph made a series of question marks directly.
He walked to the desk, picked up a book, and said, "Hey, my dear Melissa, I think about it, I remember, you told me from the age of four that what you hate most is studying. ."
Melissa turned a page, her eyes moved left and right with high frequency, and said quickly: "I was wrong, I was too ignorant at that time, and I didn't understand the meaning of learning, and because of my own talent, I didn't realize it. The joy of learning."
Joseph put down the book in his hand and reached out to put it on Melissa's head: "You don't have a fever?"
"No, I'm sober, I'm sober like never before."
Melissa's glasses glowed: "I deeply realize my weakness and ignorance, and the inefficient and unstructured way of learning in the past has led me to take many detours, and now I have entered the panic level. The threshold is really a failure.”
Joseph opened his mouth and wondered if his wayward but lovely child had been ripped off.
Before he could ask, Melissa raised her head first and said, "I'm talking about you. Your teaching method is too savage. It is completely indoctrinated according to your own experience. There is no way to speak."
"I… "
"But you don't have to worry too much. I have read all the books here, and I have learned them all. I have almost found the most suitable path for me. It is not too late to start again."
"Wait... all?"
"all."
Joseph's face suddenly changed, and he felt that Melissa's state was not right. He looked at the many books here: "How many days have you read?!"
"Well, it took three days to borrow the book, and I read... a day."
Joseph stepped forward and took off Melissa's glasses, and saw her haggard and bloodshot eyes and the blue and black under them.
Melissa said dissatisfiedly: "Dad? What are you doing... "
As soon as she stood up halfway, she felt a burst of dizziness followed by aches and pains all over her body.
Joseph supported Melissa's body, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the "Key to the Door: Origins" on the table.
…
Ackerman once again sat in the office of the Society of Truth.
The spacious office is decorated simply but not ordinary, with well-known oil paintings on the walls and a thick carpet on the floor.
Last time, he came here to accept the reward of the destruction-level dark wizard "The Faceless Man of Black Scale" Wilde.
Andrew, the vice president of the Truth Society, sat opposite.
He said slowly: "You mean, you want to give up the mission halfway?"