Ascension

Chapter 58

Back at the residence, Mr. Ye Han took a shower first.

Remove bacteria and dirt, relieve the fatigue of the day, this habit has grown up since childhood.

Wait until you have changed into clean clothes, sit at the table, spread the tablecloth, and tie your bib.

With green vegetable soup in his left hand and a pair of metal chopsticks in his right, he entered the mode of focusing on cooking.

"Eat, don't you like it?"

Lord Yehan looked at the desert witch strangely:

"This is the flame frog meat of Xia Zhao's fetus, which contains a small amount of fire element."

"Although it doesn't look like fresh meat, it looks like frozen meat, but it also fits your attributes."

"As for the black radish, it smells stinky but tastes crispy and delicious."

"With these two combinations, eat them all. You won't have to eat for three days. Is there any confusion?"

"No..." Hua Zhu shook her head, hesitated and said:
"After a short time together, I found that adults seem to have their own rules and requirements in many details."

"For example, I see that you are very clean."

"Secondly, you seem to have a certain enthusiasm for eating."

"And because of my wandering life in the past, I developed the habit of racing against time to eat, and I definitely don't look good when I eat."

"It's far from the 'elegance' of you humans."

"I don't know if this will make adults think I'm... barbaric, rude, and not hygienic?"

"That's it?"

Mr. Yehan hit the witch on the head with a brain collapse, and he couldn't help laughing:

"Do you know, in my family, I am the one who is different."

"I have such a bit of a cleanliness habit. It's not because I was exposed to strange-looking spirits every day when I was a child."

"What kind of popeye spider, self-igniting rat, burning corpse, headless war donkey, dream monster, evil tentacles, book of infection, mummy doll, ancient plague tree..."

"Even if you wear layers of protection on your body, there will still be a shock in your heart."

"Especially in the anatomy class, when I have a deep understanding of the structure of the spirit, just a drop of blood can kill me. How can I sleep if I don't purify the whole body [-] to [-] times every time?"

Mentioning the past experience, Mr. Yehan still remembers it fresh.

As an ordinary person with past life memories, suddenly coming to this absurd fantasy world, at the beginning, it was too difficult to integrate.

The other children are a blank slate, and they can easily accept the family's cognitive inheritance without any burden.

But he had to pretend, constantly brainwashing himself, forcing himself to accept the reality.

This is how cleanliness slowly develops.

It's really very slight now, 16 years is enough for him to change his mentality and completely take on a new identity.

As for the sense of ritual of eating, it is purely because of doing so, there is a feeling of living seriously.

Even if it is the desert witch Huazhu who possesses advanced wisdom, it is impossible for Mr. Yehan to use his own standards to criticize her in non-essential areas.

"My only requirements for you are to broaden your cognition, transform your bloodline, and increase your combat power. Other aspects will not restrict you too much."

"Especially when it comes to eating, whether you have good nature or habit, you can eat whatever you want, and you don't need to care about my eyes."

"I understand." Huazhu heaved a sigh of relief and nodded her head seriously.

If the adults are too diligent, it will be a little troublesome.

Fortunately, grasp the big and not the small, and focus on the heavy and not the light.

This way of getting along...will be more harmonious, right?

"Hey!"

The black pliers lifted up, gripping a piece of bloody Flame Frog meat.

That piece of meat looks very Q-bomb.

But when stuffing it into the mouth, the witch, who was still gentle in her quiet state, seemed to turn on a hidden switch.

The seemingly neat and white teeth, creaking and biting, gobbling and eating, more like a starved ghost reincarnated.

"Oh, soup? The rest is yours."

Mr. Yehan looked at it with interest for a while, then pushed the remaining green vegetable soup over.

This natural soaked liquid can also be eaten by desert witches.

With a bloody candle hanging from the corner of his mouth, he nodded upon hearing this.

She clamped the box with the left and right pliers, leaned her neck back, gulped it into her mouth, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then continue to eat meat, eat all the meat and then eat black radish.

Less than 1 minute before and after, the flower candle ends the meal.

The aura around him, like a beast eating, has just gradually dissipated.

"After I finish eating, I will give you a two-hour theoretical class, and then you return to the contract space. Today is officially over."

"What should I talk about first? Let me think about it..."

"Let's start with your race. Desert witches belong to the middle and low-end witch clan after all. Your clan failed to instill in you the inheritance knowledge. I can cover about [-] to [-]% of it here. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them, and I will answer them step by step..."

"Oh, right."

As if remembering something important, Mr. Yehan shook the kettle beside the table, and the startled little tadpole poked his head out immediately.

"Guagua, you also stay by my side and listen to the class."

"Listen even if you don't understand, you are so smart, language can't be your obstacle."

"I'll give you a month to understand the language of humans and the language of the Witch Clan."

"Eye?"

The little tadpole tilted his head, unaware that he had fallen into the claws of the devil, and began to bear the unsustainable academic pressure at a young age.

……

On a busy night, time always flies.

After finishing the course, Mr. Ye Han slept for a full eight hours.

The rank is too low, and the family leader must recover energy through sleep.

Only by growing to a higher level, or mastering stronger power, will it be possible to have a more vigorous life vitality, and you will be full of energy without eating, drinking, or sleeping throughout the year.

"Wow—"

When the sun rose in the morning, a ray of bright sunlight penetrated the window lattice and just fell on Mr. Yehan's face.

He opened his eyes, the dark pupils seemed to reflect the chaotic and unknown world, and it was only when a little light came on that he awakened his true spirit.

"Morning, Guagua."

Mr. Yehan sat up, and while putting on his clothes, he greeted the kettle on the bedside table.

"Yeah!"

Hearing the sound, the little tadpole who had turned into a stone overnight woke up immediately.

It is no longer satisfied to live in the bathroom, nor does it want to chase and fight with uninteresting little fish and shrimp.

Although the capacity of the kettle is smaller, the light is darker.

But it doesn't matter, the portability of carrying it with you can make it live on the bedside table of the big tadpole.

When the big tadpole wakes up, you can go out and play with him.

"biubiubiu~~~"

The little tadpole with its head sticking out opened its mouth and spit water three times in a row.

The golden-yellow light reflected in the rice-grain-sized eyes, including the mood, was also as bright as light.

"You can go out with me later."

"But today I'm going to a crowded place. If you don't want people to notice your spirituality and be taken away, you should obediently stay in the kettle and don't run out casually."

"Yay! Yay!"

The little tadpole didn't understand.

But that didn't stop it from responding enthusiastically.

Mr. Yehan poked its head with his finger, turned to face the mirror, and put on the shield armor and vampire dagger meticulously.

Personal badge, grass rabbit ointment, and the only middle-grade spirit stone, of course you have to carry it with you.

There are also clean handkerchiefs, which have almost become the biggest consumables. The remaining stock in the closet may not last this week.

leave the house.

Walk to the station to board the vehicle.

At 7:50, Mr. Yehan arrived at Tianzi No. [-] Artifact Refining Workshop on time.

Today is the fifth day of coming to Canghai Pavilion, and it is also the day of the weapon master Tu Long's class.

As his teaching assistant, he once agreed to attend such occasions together in order to take over the authority and gain relevant growth experience.

"morning."

Dan Moore and Sikong Wei raised their heads at the same time, and their eyes instantly fell on Lord Yehan.

They lived in the refining workshop all year round and rarely returned to their residences.

Basically wake up, eat something, walk out the door, there is no such thing as rushing.

"Morning." Lord Ye Han smiled, "Where is Master Tu, haven't you woken up yet?"

"Tu Shi doesn't live in the refining workshop recently, and has been running around outside."

Dan Moore took out the cigarette that was only half left in his mouth, rubbed his fingers, a cluster of flames burst out, and the remaining cigarette butt began to burn.

"There are only things related to refining equipment. The old man is more active."

"The class or something, if it's not to keep the identity of the tutor and prevent the school from embezzling scientific research resources."

"He wouldn't want to teach a group of idiot students who are troublesome and stupid in his eyes..."

Watching the cigarette in his hand disappear, Dan Muer took a deep breath and let the burning ashes blow away with the wind.

He glanced at Mr. Yehan again, with a trace of suspicion in his deep eyes, he said uncertainly:
"Have you signed the contract? The breath of the whole person seems to be different from a few days ago."

There are indeed different auras between the family master without a contracted spirit and the family master with a contracted spirit.

This point does not require too strong perception, as long as you are well-informed and pay attention, you can observe it smoothly.

"That's right, if I don't contract with the spirit, I will lose my status as a teaching assistant."

Lord Yehan responded lightly, and glanced at the two from the corner of his eye.

I noticed that the eyes of the two of them lit up slightly, showing obvious interest, as if they wanted to know the type, rank, and attributes of his contracted spirit.

Mr. Yehan was thoughtful, and judged from this that the gloomy and gloomy incident of the mysterious teaching assistant contract at the Rescue Center for the Disabled and the Spirits should not have spread widely.

This is a good thing, being known every night can avoid a considerable amount of trouble.

"I haven't asked yet, what class is Master Tu teaching today?"

Taking the initiative to introduce Huazhu, this kind of thing of digging a hole for oneself is naturally impossible.

Mr. Yehan changed the subject and asked about serious matters by the way.

"Today is Metal Identification."

Sikong Wei hesitated for a while, took over the grievances, and said truthfully.

Based on the third rank, Tu Long, who also has a D-level authority and a weapon master, seems to be only good at forging, but in fact he can teach students a lot.

In terms of cognition, he can tell about the giant frog pond and its surrounding areas, the development and upgrading of forging technology...

It can also tell about the melting point, hardness, collection, rarity, and transaction value of forging materials...

Putting aside the theory, in terms of practical operation, he can lead a newcomer who has the power of forging to try simple forging of weapons or protective gear...

As for "Metal Identification".

Sounds like a basic course on metals...

Lord Yehan thought so.

(End of this chapter)