"Who says you can''t change? Get well. Let''s go through training together, and then go out on a mission like Gladwell. Won''t you be able to see the world? Maybe we can work together and take care of each other!"


    "Eagles always act alone. It''s unlikely to travel with them. Moreover, even if they go out, it won''t be far..." Irene was still very melancholy.


    "It must be wonderful outside. I always believe that! By the way, Renault is from the capital of the principality? What''s it like there? Who knows?"


    Reynolds has the ability to let the topic run away, but we should also discuss something other than being beaten at this time, otherwise the life of young people will be too boring? "Renault is the count''s son, right? He must know how the nobles live. I heard they eat roast geese, put apples in the goose''s mouth and candles on their bodies. I really want to know what it tastes like and why they put candles in them. I can understand apples."


    "When he has finished his meditation test, you can ask him." grawell leaned against the wall with his head resting on the cold stone wall. "He is very kind. He has never been domineering, so he will certainly answer your questions."


    "How long has he been in the meditation room? I remember he went in just after breakfast. Now I''m hungry."


    Irene reached out and patted Reynolds on the belly, which made the little fat man blush again.


    "Never count your hunger!" glawell glared at each of the two guys. "But you remind me that the sun is already West and is about to hide behind the mountain. Why hasn''t he come out yet?"


    "I don''t know... I didn''t say anything except that we wouldn''t disturb him. Grawell, did you start to learn meditation, too? Is that normal?"


    Grawell pinched his belt and began to look nervous. "I haven''t started to practice meditation, but I just read some records, so I don''t know much - normally, I should wait until the enhancement ceremony is completed before I start to practice the effect. Moreover, the meditation given by boss Kipling to Renault is said to have been modified, so I don''t understand it. No, after such a long time, I don''t know if something has happened to him. I have to go up and have a look."


    Just as he was annoyed by the wound on Irene''s neck, he would not lack care because Renault was older than him. He was old, but he came late. Gladwell thought he should take care of him as well.


    "They said they couldn''t bother."


    "I''ll go to the door first, listen to what''s going on inside, and then ask about the situation. Won''t it bother me? Eagle eye meditation was originally used to perceive the four directions, so he should find it earlier than me. Well, it''s reasonable."


    "I''ll go too." Irene jumped down from the table, straightened her neck and pouted stubbornly.


    "I......" renoden''s face turned red. This time it wasn''t because of Irene''s expression. "I''ll go too. There are many people, so it''s easier for him to hear it in advance. I mean Renault, not others. Others should not find it. Right..."


    So the three men set out immediately. They looked at the sky and judged that at this time, the old man Kipling would sleep in the afternoon and would not hear their voice. He should patrol outside the fortress to control the number of wild animals.


    They walked up the spiral stairs with light hands and feet, and were very careful when passing the third floor. Then, after the fourth floor where the platform is located, there should be a meditation room overhead.


    Reynolds suddenly grabbed Irene''s clothes from behind and almost dragged him down the stairs. Gladwell looked back at him, but made no sound. Renaldon is three years younger than Irene. Giles saved the little boy who had just lost his parents from the ghoul''s teeth four years ago. He was seriously frightened at that time, so he was particularly prone to excessive tension and excitement. Gladwell doesn''t think it''s cowardice, because cowardice can''t live in this industry.


    "Renault? Are you all right?" grawell put his ear on the wooden door, but he didn''t expect that the door wasn''t closed and opened with a touch.


    Creak... Renault and three people stared. "Why are you here? Is it time for dinner? There are no windows here. I don''t know how long it has been."


    "No, not yet. Are you fine here? What are those things?"


    "I''m fine." Renault sat on the futon, straightened his legs and rubbed hard. There are six fist sized cans around him, and he is racking his brains to find a way to solve the problem of their source.


    Those are red bull, through hell, from another world.


    The prayer went into the turbulent flow of space, and a can of Red Bull fell out of it. Renault thought this was all. He did not expect that when the resurrection returned to the mortal world, a can of Red Bull would jump out of the divine magic array of truth thunder, followed by many identical cans.


    That Dharma array is a door, containing the power of plane transmission, which can send wandering souls to the world where they can rest, but it has no ability to open the channel of hell. However, except for the signs of two bullfights, all the words of the other world have disappeared. Renault dared to taste it, and the taste did not change at all.


    "I meditated here, and then the magic burst out. I don''t know how it happened. It shouldn''t be my fault..." Renault tried to explain: "I saw this iron thing jumping out of the Dharma array one by one. I tried for a long time to know how to open it. There was a drink inside."


    "The gift of the goddess!" Reynolds sighed, "it smells good. Can I try it?"


    Renault looked. There was a distance of more than five meters between xiaopang and the open red bull. Could he smell it? What kind of nose is this? "Drink, I also feel good. It seems that it can eliminate fatigue."


    "Only magic can do such a thing!" Reynolds went into the room, picked up red bull and took a sip. The cool drink slid down his tongue into his throat. Reynolds narrowed his eyes happily: "it''s so sweet! It tastes so good!"


    "Really?" Irene took the drink from Reynolds and took a sip. At that moment, he involuntarily made a girl''s gesture, causing little fat to step back quickly.


    Grawell reached out and helped Renault stand up. "Is meditation going well? Is wandering soul terrible?"


    "It''s ok... It''s not terrible, I think it''s amazing." Renault''s mind is all about how to poke wandering souls with soul dagger and cross them all to the water cube. "Of course, I have to continue to practice. I can''t take it lightly because of the temporary success."


    A large number of wandering souls don''t appear until winter. Now there is only residual energy, but we still can''t let go.