When Karen returned to the guest house, it was already late at night.

In the open space outside the guest house, the huge crab appeared there again. The guest house in front of it was as small as a building block toy.

This should be a special tool monster raised by a certain academy, but when passing under it, Karen felt a tremor from his soul.

Not your own, but coming from above you.

Karen raised his head and looked at it. Its body was very quiet, but it felt like it was holding its breath and resisting something.

Tired or sleepy?

Karen didn't think much and entered the guest house. In the original large dining room on the first floor, there were more than a dozen tables of people gathering for dinner. It was obvious at a glance that it was a teacher with students, probably to celebrate the project that had just been completed.

At this point, even if the school cafeteria has late-night snacks, it is difficult to compare with a serious guest house operated by the public. As for the lakeside where Karen just returned, it is not affordable for ordinary teachers and students.

Karen went upstairs and returned to his room. Philomena was sitting on a chair with a book in her hand.

This scene is somewhat inconsistent with the image of Philomena. Karen is more accustomed to the way she holds the knife.

Karen said: "The quiet temperament of reading suits you very well."

Philomena stood up and put down the book. Karen noticed that it was not a regularly published book, but an internally compiled and circulated note, with the crest of the Guman family on it.

This is a notebook that summarizes common formations. It is more practical in nature and mainly teaches you how to break and avoid the formations.

No need to guess, Richard must have brought this out to her.

Karen actually has a lot of precious formation books and notes over there, gifts from Mr. Hofen and Tutor Piro, but those are only suitable for formation researchers and not suitable for Philomena, because she can't keep them."

Instead of practicing his main job of "assassination", he started practicing formations from scratch.

Everyone's energy is limited. Karen knows that he is a special case, and he has also felt that even if he learns many things quickly in the early stage, he still has to stop and seriously settle down when he reaches the stage where he really needs to sublimate and accumulate.

The further up you go, the less shortcuts there are.

"Minister, I'm going back."

"good."

Philomena left here and went back to her room. She was arranged by Karen to look after little Kangna during the day, although it was more dangerous for her to look after the little bone dragon...

But who told us to come out this time? Even the number of assistants is limited.

When I get to the investigation team, my identity should be similar to the leader of the errand team.

Karen remembered that when the Cult of Kosmos held a meeting on Darkmoon Island, the former Chief Bishop Wol Fulan was also at the bottom of the table in front of the real bosses.

Little Kangna was standing in front of the window, staring at the big crab outside, putting a finger in her mouth and sucking it.

Karen came over, reached out and touched her head, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Xiao Kangna answered honestly: "It should be delicious."

Karen finally understood what the special emotion he felt when he passed under the monster beast was.

There is a special resonance between powerful monsters.

This huge monster is facing a young bone dragon with the inheritance of the Dragon God.

"Have you eaten it?" Karen asked.

"No, but it should taste better than pills. I haven't eaten it, but I think it will be delicious." After a pause, little Kangna added, "There will be a lot of egg yolks."

"That's crab paste."

"Crab's egg yolk."

In order to maintain the color of his coat, Kevin used to eat some egg yolk to replenish it, although the bald spot on the dog's head has never been replenished.

Little Kangna didn't know what crab paste was, but in her vague knowledge, or in other words, in the inherited memory of a son of God like Marvalho, there should be that picture and feeling.

A monster with such a large body is a delicious crab to the truly powerful dragon clan.

"Steamed is delicious." Karen said.

Little Kangna shook her head and retorted: "Barbecue, barbecue."

"If you use too many ingredients for barbecue, the original flavor will be lost. Steaming can retain the maximum deliciousness."

Little Kangna continued to shake her head: "No, barbecue!"

"You can dip it in vinegar. There is a vat at home."

However, for such a big crab, a jar of vinegar at home is not enough to dip the crab legs once.

Little Kangna shook her head vigorously: "We must have a barbecue!"

"Children are not suitable for eating such heavy food."

Little Kangna raised her head and looked at Karen, she was very unhappy.

“Half grilled, half steamed.”

"Okay." Xiao Kangna immediately smiled.

Alas, after all, it was Pu'er who raised the child himself.

The older one and the younger one studied how to eat crabs in front of the window for a while, and they were quite satisfied.

Karen went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when she came out, she saw little Kangna sitting in front of the coffee table, taking pills.

For little Kangna, who is new to the world, there are currently two things in the world that can give her the greatest amount of pain. The first is taking a bath, and the second is taking pills.

But she had to face these two things every day.

While Karen was lying on the bed reading, little Kangna took the medicine, picked up a dry towel and clothes and walked into the bathroom.

When she came out of the shower, she was wearing a white shirt that Karen had altered.

This is a habit she has always retained. Pu'er wants to dress her up as a delicate, elegant and noble little lolita according to his previous painting style;

But little Kangna didn't like it, so she identified Karen's old clothes.

The name is for equality, but from a psychological point of view, Karen's clothes can bring her inner stability and comfort.

Karen put down the book in her hand, and little Kangna lay down at the end of the bed, in a sleeping position, with her hands on her pillow.

There was no need to worry about whether her hands would be numb in this position, because even if a truck ran over her, she would only feel like she had been bitten by a mosquito.

Turn off the lights and go to sleep.

The sleep time was not long, but the quality was very good. When he got up to take a shower, he once again confirmed Karen's idea not to get the [Scythe of War] back for the time being.

Little Conna continued to sleep. When Karen went out, Philomena, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, took the initiative to come in and take care of the child.

Richard accompanied Karen to have breakfast. In the restaurant, the group of teachers and students had not yet left. They collapsed drunkenly on the floor. The big crab outside still maintained its previous posture.

During the meal, Karen motioned to Richard to prepare some extra things for him to take to class.

Then, Karen walked into the campus carrying a small bag and wearing a mask. He didn't let Richard follow him because Richard was leaving here today and headed to the meeting point of the investigation team to rent a hotel as a first stop.

It's still the "History of Gods and Philosophy" class, and we are still the first group to enter the classroom.

Karen did not sit in the back this time, but found a seat in the front. Other students came in one after another, many of them bringing small pillows.

Before the class even started, more than half of the people had already fallen asleep in advance, and their habitual reactions did not even require additional mental hypnosis.

When the school bell rang, Sidrod walked in and greeted everyone with gentle and kind words:

"Good morning, classmates."

Everyone was asleep, and no one except Karen still raised their heads.

The old professor sat down behind the desk with satisfaction, opened his briefcase and looked at Karen.

Karen stood up, left his seat, walked to the podium and sat down, and took out two teacups and a bag of tea leaves from the small bag he brought.

Sidrod also took out two teacups and a bag of tea leaves.

Sidrod took out a cigar, and Karen took out the cigarettes specially provided by the Thunder God Cult.

"This is too strong. I will fall asleep if I smoke it." Sidrod quickly refused, "Let's smoke a cigar, it contains medicinal herbs."

Karen nodded.

Immediately afterwards, both parties took out snacks to accompany the tea and placed them on the podium one by one.

There was no visual notification, it was purely a tacit understanding, because everyone was looking forward to today's tea party.

Especially when Karen finished taking things and put down her bag, Sidrod actually took out a small iron shelf, put two pieces of quick-burning charcoal in it, and placed a small ceramic cup on it, which was prepared for making tea.

Also served with brown sugar, candied dates, wolfberry and longan.

"How about it?"

"Teacher, you understand life."

"Of course, life is like a book I am reading. To find your page, I am still used to turning from the beginning. But to find me, it is more convenient to turn from the back to the front.

The older you get, the more you know how to cherish and enjoy your current life.

However, you should know better than me."

Karen shook his head and said, "I dare not say that."
To be continued...