"Buzz..."

The private elevator with classic interior rose at high speed, and the subtle sound of the cable stretching echoed in the air.

Nolan looked at the number of floors jumping on the electronic screen in front of him, but in his mind he was thinking about what kind of swordsmanship he would learn from practicing septorrhea, and whether it would be useful in the battle with Ulver.

"cough."

Beside him, Yusuke coughed somewhat deliberately.

"The advanced training class will be disbanded in two days, you know that."

Nuo Lan came back to her senses and nodded after hearing the words.

"Well, Sato told me."

"Your talent is very good." Yusuke didn't look at Nolan, his eyes just stared at the closed elevator door in front of him. "Although I can't help you with anything, I think if you still want to go on this road in the future,

…”

"Don't give up, keep at it, you will succeed one day."

The language of encouragement is not new, and even seems a bit cliché to Nuo Lan, who has experienced chicken soup literature in her previous life.

But those simple words contained some deeper emotions.

Under the influence of the sensory ability, Nolan is very sensitive to this kind of emotion.

"I will."

There was no long speech. He, who had a soul from another world, had already clarified the direction of the future with his increasingly firm belief.

It seemed that he also felt the firmness in his words. Without saying any more, Yusuke nodded slowly.

…

In silence, the elevator rose steadily.

Soon, with a clear beep, the two of them arrived at the floor where the abdominal incision was located.

Rockery, flowing water, clear lotus, koi carp, and calligraphy of the word "heart" hang high on the wall.

The furnishings of the room are still as spacious and full of Zen as before.

However, the air is filled with a certain smell of decay that is different from the past.

"Ta, ta."

The crisp sound of falling pieces sounded in the room, and black and white chess pieces were staggered on the wooden chessboard.

In the center of the room, Kapirihara was playing Go with his close disciple Kla.

There is no difference from before, Carat still looks like a suit and leather shoes.

His brilliant blond hair was neatly combed back, and his handsome face was no less than that of the idol singer in his previous life, with a warm smile on his face.

You don't even need to speak, just look at each other and you can feel the confidence and kindness radiating from the other person.

According to the game, the other person's appearance is a natural "favorability level 5" for strangers.

Nolan was not cold about this.

It's not that he has any envy or jealousy, it's just that his extremely sharp perception has already allowed him to capture the true hidden essence of Kara when he first met her.

Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, he could clearly sense what Carat was hiding.

At least not as cheerful and sunny as his appearance shows.

However, this has nothing to do with Nuolan, who is about to leave the hotel.

On the other side, Fusukiri stared at the chessboard with his eyes fixed on it, seeming to be thinking about the chess game.

Turning her eyes away, Nuolan couldn't help but be stunned, with a strange look on her face.

According to the time of One Punch World, even though he has only been missing for half a month, Kapiri seems to be much older.

His stooped short body almost shrank into a ball, like a coiled snake, covered in a wide Taoist uniform;

The skin of his right hand, which was as skinny as holding the chess piece, was pale and trembling slightly, as if just lifting a chess piece exhausted all his strength.

His beard and hair are all white, his face is covered with ravine-like wrinkles, and there are even a few dark gray age spots on the side of his face.

In his twilight years, four words are enough to sum up his current state of malaise.

The only thing that seemed to have some energy was his slightly narrowed eyes.

He didn't know what happened, but based on what he had experienced in the past two days, Nuolan could tell that something definitely happened inside the sword hall during the more than half a month he was hospitalized.

Perhaps the so-called "retreat for cultivation" is just an excuse, and the real reason for the temporary closure is that the old man in front of you is approaching the end of his life?

In this case, everything that happened during this period can be explained.

With such a huge foundation and the person in power about to abdicate, it is natural that there will be no struggle below.

He glanced at Yusuke beside him out of the corner of his eye, he was thoughtful.

It is impossible for each of the dozen or so direct disciples of Xiliang to be like Yusuke, who is willing to stay in the office and handle official duties honestly at such a time.

Presumably, an invisible war has quietly started around the top seat.

Nuolan had no intention of getting involved and taking advantage of the situation.

Firstly, he has no ability, and secondly, he has no intention.

After all, in his previous life before time travel, he was just an ordinary social worker in the workplace. This kind of intrigue among high-level officials was already beyond his ability.

What we should really focus on right now is how to increase our combat power in a short period of time to cope with the danger of Ulver in the pirate world.

"Master, senior brother Yusuke is here."

Seeing the two people walking in front of the door, Clara said with a smile.

"What, is something wrong?"

His thoughts about playing chess were suddenly interrupted, and his tone sounded very impatient. His eyes were still just staring at the chess board, without even glancing in Yusuke's direction.

"Master, this is the winner of this month-end assessment."

Yusuke bent down to salute and replied respectfully.

"Didn't you say we were disbanded? How could you still..."

Only halfway through speaking about abdominal incision, Nolan felt a cold gaze sweep over his right arm which was in plaster.

immediately,

"Yusuke, are you kidding me!?"

Roaring, the old and hoarse voice suddenly spread throughout the room, as if there was some kind of substantial aura suddenly bursting out, and even the sound of running water echoing in his ears became blurred.

"Disciples don't dare!"

Yusuke suddenly knelt down, lowered his head and put his hands on the ground, not even daring to say anything.

Next to him, Nolan naturally wouldn't have such a big reaction as Yusuke, but at this moment, he seemed to be restrained by invisible shackles, unable to move.

It's that sword! That vicious blade lying diagonally on Fukariri's side.

The scabbard trembled slightly, as if some evil thing sealed in it was about to break through the restriction.

Along with the roar of abdominal dissection, the cold aura contained in the scabbard also erupted.

Thanks to the perceptive power boosted by the domineering power of seeing and hearing, Nolan could even vaguely see that there seemed to be a giant black snake coiled behind Yusuke, spitting out snake letters, and staring with chilling cold snake eyes.

Hold yourself.

If there is even the slightest bit of hostility, like a little mouse, it will swallow itself into the belly of a snake.

silence,

An extremely high-pressure aura enveloped the entire room.

"Haha, master, don't be so angry, it's not good for your health."

The voice with a smile suddenly sounded, breaking the almost solid atmosphere in the air.

"Senior Brother Yusuke has been with you for so many years, and he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would disrespect you."
Chapter completed!