"What advanced training?" Gordon was indeed interested.
"Do you know my Helena? Do you know what kind of education she received?" Harley asked.
"Uh, I've heard of it."
I heard Bateman complain that the children are so young and have all kinds of superpowers and superpower training piled on them, which makes them tired just looking at them.
"Won't the child be tired?" Gordon hesitated.
"Will children feel tired from playing?" Harley asked.
"Can you elaborate on it? I don't know much about it," Gordon said.
"Children like to play with rubber balls, so Ion Shark used a green light energy tool to manifest the ball, and asked Helena to use her mental power to maintain its shape.
When she throws the ball, she is controlling the direction of the ball. Is this tiring?"
Gordon thought of his daughter who was always chasing the ball when she was a child, often tripping herself up. She was very happy, not tired at all, and didn't cry in pain.
Harry added: "Children like to watch cartoons, so I will lead Helena myself or arrange angel guards.
When you go to a divine realm where you are familiar with the gods, just let the animal man take Helena with him.
I have also watched the real-life version of the cartoon, which can also increase my knowledge, expand my horizons, and acquire knowledge. Will it be tiring? Anyway, Helena enjoys it.
Another example is that children like to eat snacks. Of course, I can't let junk food damage Helena's body, so I feed her with magic medicine and fruit. While improving her talents and laying a solid foundation, I can also satisfy her appetite. Will this be tiring?
Children like to hold wooden knives and wooden swords and say, "Hey, hey, haha." I can't let Helena roll in the mud like a snot-nosed baby. Of course, I have a kung fu instructor or an angel guard to "play" with her.
If you can't even teach with fun, what kind of martial arts master is you?
Helena is having fun and has a solid foundation in martial arts, will she be tired?"
Gordon sighed deeply. He was wrong. He was so wrong. He thought that the hard work of children from rich families was just to work hard on problem sets.
Moreover, it was only now that he tasted the true meaning of Bateman's complex tone when he said "I feel tired just looking at it".
He looks tired because he imagines that providing the above educational resources for his daughter will be very tiring and tiring. But when a father looks tired, it does not mean that his daughter is really tired.
Farke and Bateman are actually in Versailles!
"Harry, you mean, Barbara can also enjoy this kind of education?" Gordon was moved.
Don’t let your children lose at the starting line!
Now that you have stepped onto the starting line, you can’t fall behind other “competitors”!
We are already close to the finish line, our children cannot lose!
The biggest trouble maker is never the students, but the parents of the students.
"She has to become a junior priest first before she can receive the 'advanced priest training'." Harley said.
"Barbara has been working very hard, but there seems to be no sign of promotion yet," Gordon said.
"What's the use of her efforts? The abalone shop doesn't smell the smell, the orchid room doesn't smell the fragrance. Do you understand what it means?
If parents don't work hard to create a good faith environment, what's the use of Barbara's efforts? Will orchids grow in Abalone House?"
Gordon's cheeks were red and hot now.
"Harry, my house isn't as bad as you said. Even if it's not Zhilan's Room, it still doesn't stink."
"The facts prove everything. You can't even receive the oracle, which shows that your faith in the 'divine king' is very low.
I don't mind your attitude, but your attitude will be seen by the children, and they will learn from their father." Harry sighed.
Gordon thought for a while and said: "Okay, I will no longer meditate and listen to the news at the same time."
——Fake, praying and listening to the news at the same time, no wonder you can’t even receive the “oracle”.
"However, it's not that I didn't receive the oracle, if what the giant god said is an oracle." Gordon continued.
"Oh, what did you hear?" Harley asked.
"you say--"
"It's not me who said it, it was the Lord God who said it, the God of War Young Lord, referred to as the Lord God." Harley corrected.
"Aren't they all the same?" Gordon asked doubtfully.
"It's different! I am your friend now, a mortal martial artist on earth, and the Divine Lord is a kind of faith. Your mortal friends are flawed, but the Divine Lord is perfect."
"But you are not perfect." Gordon frowned.
"So, don't think of me as a divine king. You can think of me as a part of the 'complete divine king', the human part."
"But--"
Harry interrupted him and said, "Don't, just do as I say. I will ensure that the piety of you and your family will increase without affecting the relationship between you and me as equals."
"All right......"
At least 'getting along with her as an equal' made Gordon feel comfortable.
"The Lord God said that the law is unfair and wants me to be Wei Zheng. I was confused when I heard that."
"You don't know about the Alien Crime Bill? Or do you think it's fair?" Harley asked.
Gordon sighed: "It doesn't matter what I think, because I'm just a policeman, not a law professor, and I don't understand the complex relationship between judicial equality, social stability, and civilizational progress in the wave of interstellarization.
What is important is that legal experts voted fairly and openly and ultimately selected this bill.
Its legislative process is very legal and one cannot find faults."
Harry sneered: "Legal experts know the law like a hammer, and more than 99% of those litigators are going to hell. Others don't know this, but you don't know that?"
"This... I really don't understand." Gordon was surprised and confused.
"You haven't been to hell yet?" Harley frowned.
"I should have been to hell?" Gordon asked strangely.
Harry said: "As the spokesperson of the 'God King', you are specifically responsible for preaching 'God's exorcism'.
I have never been to hell or seen the sentient beings in hell, how can I sincerely approve of God’s Bible?”
"I am indeed interested in hell, but I don't know what to do." Gordon said.
"You are really a gcpd, not a magician." Harley sighed: "A normal mage apprentice, after getting the resources you have now, would probably be promoted to a grandmaster by now."
"What resources do I have? You are not even willing to lend me your divine power." Gordon said aggrievedly.
Harry said calmly: "More than 90% of the black magicians in the magic world are able to deal with demons and barely reach the rank of viscount.
If you can be favored by high-level demons, such as marquis and earls, you can easily become an archmage by leveraging their power and wisdom.
If you can get close to the devil, the devil... As far as I know, there are not many mages in the material world who can do it.
Yebiko is much stronger than any demon king or demon king.
Not to mention anything else, in terms of its magic power, quality and level, no one in the entire magic world dares to say that it is 100% superior to it.
Ordinary mages choose auspicious days and sacrifice the most precious sacrifices to demons, but they may not necessarily get a response.
The response I received was not necessarily well-intentioned.
What about you? As long as you call Yebi's name, it will be able to hear your words, respond 100%, and have no malice. If you make this matter public, I don't know how many mages will be envious and jealous."
Gordon was hesitant, he believed that Jerbie was a bull, but most of the time when he saw Jerbie, he was as honest as a dog, being barked around by Harley, or even just a mount...
"Yebi was not willing to pay attention to me, and he never taught me any magic."
Harry sighed again, "The so-called black magic is the induction and imitation of demons and demons.
You can feel Yebi's breath all the time, and it will pay attention to you.
It's not easy for you to imitate it.
If you can do something, use your words or actions to please it, and be in regular contact with it, and let its magic infiltrate your body, you will reach the sky in one step, and you will at least be on an equal footing with the devil."
"So exaggerated?" Gordon said in shock.
"Yabi is the Holy Son of Hell. Taking people to travel to hell is as easy as going to work at the police station. If you tell it properly, it will not disagree. With knowledge and experience, how can your magic level not improve?"
If she had been Gordon, he would have taken off from the same spot.
How could it be like now, such a long time has passed, not even magic was born, and I haven't even been to hell.
"I'll try to find Yebi when I go back..."
Gordon seemed to have been opened to a new world, and he was eager to try it.
"I've completed my task, and you can go on and on." Harley said.
"What mission...well, you mean the Alien Crime Act, but what can I do?"
Harry said: "As Wei Zheng, do you know Wei Zheng? He is an official in the imperial court just like you, but he relies on heaven and obeys the order of the 'Emperor of Heaven' to kill the demonic dragon that is causing harm to the world."
Gordon said: "I didn't know about Wei Zheng originally, but I received the news last night... ahem, after receiving the 'oracle', I checked it out in the office at work today.
It's really strange to say that I obviously don't know Wei Zheng, but after hearing the oracle, I immediately knew that this was the name of an ancient Chinese."
"What's so strange about this? The meaning of the oracle is directly imprinted on your heart. Now that you know the story of Wei Zheng slaying the dragon, now you understand how to do it? In ancient times, there was Wei Zheng slaying the dragon, and today there is Gordon rubbing mangoes."
"I want to enter Meng Ge's dream and kill him?" Gordon frowned, "It sounds so fantasy."
"When did Wei Zheng go to the Dragon King's dream? He had an out-of-body experience in the dream! You also had an out-of-body experience in the dream and went to the prison to kill Meng Ge."
Gordon rubbed his eyebrows, feeling more and more like he was listening to myths and legends.
"Even Tear Man can't easily defeat Meng Ge. Can I? Or am I just an illusory soul body?"
"I didn't let you have a fair duel with him. For a black magician to deal with someone whose body is restrained, who has no strength, who doesn't understand magic, and whose magic resistance is extremely low, a sacrifice circle is enough."
Gordon was startled. The feasibility seemed very high, but...
He was deep in thought. There was no doubt that sneaking into the prison to kill a criminal was an illegal act from all aspects, but he was not a police officer, but the "spokesman of God."
Does Meng Ge’s crime deserve this retribution?
"Harry, are you doing this to vent your anger, or is it the collective will of the resentful spirits in Beach City?" he asked.
Harley said "Huh", "The fact that you can think of the collective will of the undead in Beach City shows that your level of 'God's exorcism' is not low."
"What a grudge in Beach City... How can so many people form a unified opinion?" Gordon exclaimed in surprise.
"Random sampling, questionnaire survey. If you are interested, you can be more formal and select a group of representatives to set up a small court in hell.
I'm too lazy to bother, you go find Yebi yourself, be your own judge, and find the right defendant by yourself." Harley smiled.
"I do!" Gordon said immediately.
It would be more reassuring to do the trial by yourself, and you can get on Yebby's thick dog legs without any problems. Not to mention being imbued with magic power, you can at least travel to hell a few times.
"However, I suggest that Operation Dragon Slaying be postponed for a few days until the presidential election is over."
Then he said seriously: "Abao Tesla declared that when he became president, he would never let Mongo live a good life. He said he swore an oath.
Many voters support him, and I feel his chances of success are very high.
If Meng Ge can be sentenced to death legally, there is no need to go to prison to murder criminals and become a criminal himself."
"I'm not very optimistic about that guy. He can't compete with Luther, and he may not keep his promises." Harley said.
"Haha, Harley, you haven't watched TV for a long time, haven't you? Recent rounds of polls show that Mr. Tesla crushes Luther." Gordon smiled.
At noon the next day, he was slapped in the face.
"After careful consideration, I have decided to give up my identity as a candidate for the Republic and instead join Luther's team." Tesla dropped a bombshell at the press conference.