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Chapter 192 Fascinating Moral Lessons

Old Will stood restlessly, and every time a name fell, there would be a burst of exclamation.

It's okay, I didn't mention his name.

The hundred names were quickly called, and Hoss gathered a hundred lion men and took them directly to the newly built simple classroom in the wooden room next to the mine.

The sound insulation effect of the wooden room is not very good. Allen did not prohibit the orcs from eavesdropping. The orcs lined up to go to the cement hut for treatment, which happened to be close to the cabin. They listened to the sounds in the classroom by the way.

Allen's voice is full of magnetism, nice to hear, and he speaks very philosophically. He uses various cases to analyze the basic points of human nature, from shallow to deep, and educates lion people how to be a quality lion tribe.

"What is a qualified noble lion man? You must first understand what rules are..."

Some lions showed confused expressions, this kind of class is not dangerous, so what is the test?
I don't understand, really don't understand.

Old Will also showed a puzzled expression, he didn't understand the meaning of this kind of class.

Most of these lion soldiers are between 20 and 40 years old. Their concept of life has already been formed, and it is difficult to be persuaded by others. Old Will really doesn't understand Alan's purpose.

"Could it be that he has changed his gender and become kind?" Old Will's brows were frowned into a "Chuan" shape, and he couldn't believe it to death.

Allen's voice spread outside the house, and the power of hypnosis weakened a lot, and there was only a slight hypnotic effect. The lions didn't realize it, and didn't know that they were being subtly changed.

Will didn't notice anything unusual either. He had been suspicious for a long time, but when he listened to the opening paragraph, he was unconsciously fascinated.

It's a pity that the sound is a bit small, there is a paragraph without a paragraph.

Entering the cement house, someone will help you paint your feet and massage them.

Will is not an awakened person, and he still enjoys the benefits of healing. This is what the old priest is most concerned about.

After the massage, the old priest went out, wanting to attend another class.

For some reason, he listened to it with great interest even though it was obviously boring.

Half an hour passed in a daze, and Allen stopped talking without delay.

He still has work to do, it is impossible to spend a lot of time hypnotizing these people.

After the ideological and moral class was over, the lion man in it returned to normal from the mysterious and mysterious state of listening to the class. There was no abnormality on his face. He just felt that the efficiency of listening to the class today was very high. How to be a quality Lion.

Obey the rules, be polite, consider others, consider the people, etc.

Old Will also finished his audit and returned to the mine to continue working.

Until he was eating, he bit a piece of sand in the porridge and woke up suddenly.

"I listened to the class for half an hour, but no supervisor urged me to go back to work. What's going on?"

Old Will spoke up, feeling that something was wrong, but he really couldn't think of the key point of the problem.

……

Along the official road of Silver City, there are two rows of verdant trees, birds singing and flowers fragrant.

Assassin Bell stood guard in the canopy of a certain tree, his whole body painted in camouflage colors, his body bent and motionless, making a premonitory movement of a tiger pouncing on his prey.

He licked his lips, excited to be back in the woods, and decided to celebrate by eating a raw, protein-rich green bug.

Of course, bugs should not be eaten indiscriminately, or they will easily cause diarrhea.

He has a good way of studying game, staring at the fat and strong green worm thighs, now is the moment to practice his ideas.

rumbling.

The ground hummed, and seeing the insect in his hand suddenly jumped away from the leaves of wild vegetables, Bell cursed secretly, feeling very sorry.

The worm was six centimeters long and very thick, and the muscles must have a good chew.

But business is business, business matters.

He stopped catching insects, raised the back of his feet, tapped the tree branches a few times, jumped to the canopy of the official road, and observed secretly with only one eye.

There are more gray black shadows in the distance, and there are more and more black shadows surging, rushing towards the direction of Silver City, the number is very large by visual inspection.

"Is it the Lion Soldier from Moonlight Valley?" Bell's heart skipped a beat.

The mission this time is to monitor the official road in the field to see if there are any traces of large-scale lion soldiers rushing on the road. I didn't expect that he would meet the rightful owner just after performing the mission. This luck is simply great.

"I don't know how many soldiers Moonlight Valley has dispatched, is it [-], or [-]?"

Bell felt nervous and excited, which reminded him of the last night when he was monitoring the goblin beast tide on the head of the Beastmaster.

That was a bold challenge, and this time too.

Bell decided to stay and track all the way to see how many troops they sent.

Originally, he only needed to be responsible for warning with carrier pigeons, and he could retreat at any time, but now he chooses to follow his inner desire and challenge the high difficulty.

Bell whistled, and two seconds later a medium-sized pigeon flew from the forest.

It has a graceful curve, a round dove head, expressive eyes, plump wings, and the two golden feathers on the inner wings are inadvertently exposed when flying.

If there are lion soldiers here, they must recognize that this is the former temple pigeon!

"Little carrier pigeon, go, I will stay and continue to monitor." Bell carelessly rubbed the carrier pigeon's round head regardless of whether the family could understand or not.

The homing pigeon grunted dissatisfiedly and tried to flap its wings, a little disgusted with his dirty hands.

Bell doesn't care if it's dirty or not, as long as the letter is tied up.

Then the carrier pigeon left with the letter, and the woods became quiet for a while.

Until 1 minute later, the Lionheart army approached, and the noise returned here.

……

Allen finished today's ideological and moral class, returned to his big villa, and waited leisurely for the maids to boil water.

In the ancient times when the conditions were backward, orcs often took cold water baths when taking baths, and generally did not take hot water to dry them.

Because this is the south, no matter how cold the weather is, it will not be so cold that it freezes. The minimum temperature of ten degrees is almost the limit.

But the city lord, the treatment must be different.

"Master Allen, the water is ready."

The cat-eared maid wore a black shirt uniform with a waist, a black and red plaid miniskirt, and new black body socks, which made her legs look long and thin.

She blinked and gave Ellen a few hints.

However, Allen didn't respond much, and only smiled lightly, which quietly extinguished Hai Nier's little thoughts that had just swelled up.

Allen went straight to the bathroom, recalling the various martial arts he had learned in his mind, and perhaps some low-level martial arts skills had miraculous effects...

Mrs. Allen may be a noble young master of the herbivorous family, not a young master of the carnivorous family... Hai Nier put away her smile, fiddled with the scarf on her head, and thought about how to attack Allen, then marry into the city lord's gate, and then reach the pinnacle of life .

Suddenly, a special pigeon flew from the Ministry of Intelligence, thumped and landed on her shoulder, and pecked at the white scarf she had just made with its head.

　I coded a thousand characters on the subway, plus the dinner I wrote, and I just made up Chapter 2.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)