Chapter 411 Begin training

"This...how is this possible? You have understood the state of mind at the age of nine, are you kidding me?"

Farah stammered, looking at Kasha with eyes full of confusion and disbelief. He wanted to see the sly smile of joking in those eyes, but he soon discovered that the other party was not talking to him.

Just kidding myself.

It’s no wonder that Farah doesn’t believe it. What is the heart of madness? It took Gamorro hundreds of years to cultivate it, and no matter how unique human beings are in learning, they have never heard of anyone being able to comprehend it within sixty years of age.

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One of the ways adventurers distinguish between the first and second worlds is: the first world is about mastering and becoming familiar with one's own skills and skills, reaching the level of proficiency; the second world is about developing one's own skills and skills, and finding one that truly belongs to oneself.

battle road.

Another way to say it is: the first world is about honing your fighting instinct; the second world is about discovering a state of mind that suits you and integrating it with yourself to create domain power. In other words, if you want to reach

In the third world, at the lowest level, one must master the pseudo-realm.

It can be seen that exploring skills and skills, creating a fighting path of your own style, and understanding pseudo-fields are equally important things. There are only skills but no fields. When you go to the third world, you will deeply realize that "no matter how high the kung fu is,

I'm also afraid of the "chef"-like taste.

However, whether it is creative skills or understanding of the state of mind, they are all abilities that only adventurers in the second world are qualified to possess. How could it appear in a person who has just arrived in Lu Gaoyin... No, if what Kasha said is true, then

Even for a nine-year-old girl, this is too appalling.

"So you won't believe what I said." Kasha shrugged and said helplessly.

"I don't want to believe it either. When I first saw that stinky girl, I was hundreds of thousands of times more surprised than you are now. But what you just said, I have to correct, that girl is not

You have understood the state of mind at the age of nine, but have stepped into the threshold of the state of mind. It’s not like you don’t know that in addition to an almost abnormal fighting instinct, a crazy heart must also have a mature mind. You say a nine-year-old girl,

How mature is your mind?"

Kasha took a sip of wine with a confused expression, and then continued.

"After repeated observations, I finally confirmed that the girl is indeed close to maturity in terms of fighting instinct, but her mind is still very immature. Therefore, I chose to suppress her fighting instinct and transform her from a beast back to a human.

If not, given her condition at the time, her immature mind would not be able to control her fighting instincts, and sooner or later she would turn into a complete beast."

"You are such a precious girl."

Hearing what Kasha said, Farah had no choice but to believe it. He narrowed his eyes and admired Kasha's patience. After all, it was not easy to turn a beast back into a human. He remembered it and was picking it up again.

In the two years after Sharna, Kasha, known as Rogge's most idle person, was busy from morning to night, jumping up and down as a teacher and a mother, even more so than Akara, who was known as the most busy person.

diligent.

"Hmph. I just want to see how far the killing tool I taught you can go." Kasha stiffly turned his head, took a big gulp of wine, paused, and said again.

"Now that stinky girl has grown up, she should be able to control the crazy mentality of the beast. I think it's time to release her fighting instinct. I hope she can break through in the Cow Gate."

Having fighting instinct and absolute calmness does not mean having a crazy heart. It takes time for the two to blend in, allowing reason to override instinct. According to Kashadi's estimation, even with Sharna's talent, at least

It would also take a year, and the moment she realized it, she should be strong enough to defeat the Ox King inside. The rule in the Dairy Pass is that you can only come out after defeating the Ox King.

"Aren't you afraid if she fails or something unexpected happens?"

Regarding Kasha's good intentions, Farah lamented and sighed. She really couldn't see that this old drunkard who was as lazy as his alcoholism and was as lazy to the core would take the initiative to pay so much for one person.

"Huh, if you fail, you will fail. If you don't dare to try it at this risk, then just stop being an adventurer and go home and plant sweet potatoes." Kasha said while snorting the smell of alcohol.

"Speaking of which, when we talk about that stinky girl, we seem to have forgotten about another, more perverted guy." As they said this, another lazy figure appeared in their minds.

"Forget about that guy. If you project him into the human category, you will lose."

Farah wiped away her tears with sadness. The existence of this bastard was a blow to all geniuses. His qualifications were obviously very poor. Is there any justice in this?

"That's true. With your stinginess, my laziness, Akara's shrewdness, and Kane's talkativeness, he doesn't learn from the good ones, but he has learned enough from the bad ones." Kasha shook his head and commented on Farah.

Affirmed.

"yawn--"

At home, I sneezed very loudly, staggered, and fell into Willas's arms.

Who, who on earth dared to make irresponsible remarks behind my back! While taking the opportunity to rub myself in the soft arms of little Vilas, I counted with my fingers, over and over again, and my face suddenly changed.

sudden change.

"What a good thief, you dare to conceal the secrets of heaven and interfere with this saint's methods, but do you think you can stop me in this way? Let's look at my eighth sense of manhood."

“Sir, I don’t know what you are talking about, but how can you expect me to work like this? Ugh~~” Veras, who was being held by me and rubbed against her chest, had a blush on her pretty face. She couldn’t push, and couldn’t move.

open.

"Shh, don't make a sound. I'm using my eighth sense to find the enemy in the dark."

As I continued to rub, I felt the softness and elasticity on my cheeks, as well as the feminine fragrance that fills my nose with a light frankincense. The eighth sense was suddenly knocked down to the fifth sense. I am so strong. It turns out that the strongest enemy is no one else.

, turned out to be my little Vilas.

"Sir, if you do this again, I will be angry." Her voice was sweet and naive with a strong nasal sound, which made me reluctantly let go of my hand. Vilas is good at everything, but she is too shy, especially

It's when others are present.

"Brother, you can't bully Sister Vilas." Sarah, the little lolita wife who walked by with a lot of things in her arms, showed a beautiful smile and wrinkled her nose cutely at me.

"How could it be? I love you and Vilas the most. If you don't believe me, just ask the little ghost. When I'm outside, even in my dreams, I often think of your names."

I pointed at the white luminous objects floating around, doing nothing but causing trouble and saying.

"Yes, Xiaofan loves you so much. Even when he dreams, he often says in his dreams: Little Sara, little Vilas, little Sarah, little Vilas. Little Sarah, little Vilas,

Little Linya or something..."

I listened and nodded with satisfaction. Well, yes, that's it. I even dream about you, little Sarah, little Vilas, little Linya...

"No, that's not right at all. There's no Linya in there at all. You little guy, why are you so willing to agree with me this time?!" The next moment, I suddenly shook the table with the teapot, cups and utensils in my heart.

He lifted it up and then fiercely rushed towards the little ghost.

"Hee hee, Xiaofan was fooled, Xiaofan is an idiot." A crisp laughter with a beautiful melody sounded in the room. Then there was a crackling sound.

"Uuuu~~ I have to rearrange it again."

Her little hands helplessly covered her cheeks. Looking at the farce between her open fingers, Willas shrugged her head like a puppy and sighed.

What? What are we sorting out? We have to start talking about it a few days ago. In fact, Sarah and Vera have officially finished what may be the longest pre-experience coaching course in the history of the mainland, and have already started preparing to go out for experience.

Speaking of which, where did my sister go? Yesterday, in the turmoil of the day, she suddenly said goodbye to me. This departure was extremely chic, showing my sister's style of going her own way and acting neatly. However, when I asked today, I didn't hear that she was traveling remotely.

He was teleported back to Lu Gaoyin. Could it be that he was assigned some task by that guy Kasha? Well, it's very possible. I'll have to talk to him when I have time in a few days.

"I'm telling you, little Vilas, you don't need to bring these things."

Seeing Willas stuffing all the iron pots and dishes in the kitchen into the inventory space, I was speechless. This little housewife has been very happy since she had the inventory, and she always puts some weird things.

Stuffing it inside, and suddenly taking it out at a subtle moment, it almost became more than half a dream.

"How can this be done? Even if it's training, you still have to take good care of three meals."

Hearing this, Veras immediately entered the all-purpose housewife mode, turned back and shook the pan in her hand, and said firmly, and then with a swish, the pan disappeared in her hand.

By the way, although I don’t know exactly what is stored in her space, I can definitely say that there must be several months’ worth of food for five people in it, as well as various spare clothes, kitchen utensils, and even furniture. Put these together.

If you take them all out, they can fill up half of your home.

Well, the whole space has been filled up before the training has even started. What should I do with the equipment then? It doesn’t matter, Vilas proudly pointed at her cute index finger and said to me, isn’t there still Sarah? Take a step back 10,000 steps.

Even Sarah's inventory is not enough, there are still little ghosts and me, there is more power with more people...

By the way, although I was really happy to be able to eat dishes made by Veras during my training, there was something a little bit wrong.

So, a few days later, we were finally completely ready. Al, what's going on? Why do I always feel a lot heavier? It's like my back is being pressed down by many furniture and kitchen utensils. Is it an illusion, or is it something in the inventory?

Those extra things?

Before setting off, I felt it was necessary to tell the old drunkard. As for Akara, forget it. I guess she would have received the news just after I left Rogge Camp, so it would be better to save some energy.

"Yo--"

Early in the morning, I said hello to Kasha who was sitting under the tree grilling chicken wings.

"You kid, what are your intentions and purposes for coming here at this strange time? Tell me!!"

Almost as an instinctive reaction, the old drunkard hid the branch in his hand behind his back at a speed that would make the three demon gods ashamed. He looked at me warily. In other words, this look was like seeing the chicken wing nemesis.

What's going on? If you eat grilled chicken wings early in the morning, you won't be much better off.

"I just came to say hello, I'm going to take them out to practice."

Seeing the old drunkard's panic, I felt evil in my heart, and used telekinesis to press alt+a behind her. Once, and again, let's add up to something...

Since the force exerted was weak and it was not a direct attack, Kasha was in a state of nervousness, fearing that his chicken wings would be ruined again, so he did this move invisibly.

"Oh, that's it. Go, go, go." Kasha waved her hands desperately, almost saying "Don't come back again".

"By the way, you've worked hard these past two months. I heard Akara say it's you who will teach them."

"Hahaha, it's a small thing, nothing worth mentioning. If you really want to be grateful, just give me a few hundred thousand gold coins or a thousand barrels of Elf cider."

"..."
To be continued...