"However, Butler Ace, I hope the family understands that I am willing to teach Desili because she is my sister, so I don't need any reward and can teach her for free, but the rest of the people, although I have the same
It’s a surname, but it seems to have nothing to do with me.”
Muria knocked on the desk in front of him and reminded the old man in front of him, "Of course, the family has provided me with a lot of resources over the years. If the family plans to use part of the resources as a reward for my teaching, it is not unreasonable.
Yes. But in this case, if the family assigns me tasks in the future, I will have the right to refuse some of them."
"Master Genos, you are too sensitive. The resources given to you by the family are all distributed based on your talents. These are what you deserve as a formal member of the Douglas family. The family has no use for this."
I plan to ask you for some resources. The family will mobilize resources in other areas and give you remuneration as a mentor."
"Oh, what does the family plan to give me? Let me first explain that the martial arts resources the family has given me are already sufficient, and I don't need more for the time being." Muria spread her hands.
"The family is ready to mobilize the best scientific researchers and the best materials to customize a set of star armor for you to upgrade."
"Well, but I already have a Dark Phoenix." Muria responded. The so-called Dark Phoenix was when he became a fourth-level star armor master. His family gave him a set of mid-level star armor.
The number of external components has been increased to twelve, which can cope with various emergencies.
"Master Jaros, Dark Phoenix is just the standard star armor in our family, how can it be compared with the customized star armor." Hearing Muria's words, Butler Pais burst into laughter.
"But even the standard star armor is enough for me at the moment." Muria touched his chin. Regarding his own star-controlling talent, he is very good at it, although it is not as bad as his.
My father is no longer in need of resuscitation, but he is not much better.
Therefore, most of his energy was devoted to martial arts practice, and only a small part of his energy was left on the Star Armor Master. He spent about three to four hours every day conceiving and raising the Star Armor.
"It's different, Master Jaros. There is no conflict between the professions of Star Armor Master and Martial Arts Master. When you put on Star Armor, your combat effectiveness can be further improved, but this improvement has not yet reached the limit."
"Oh? How can it be improved?" Muria's face showed a look of interest.
"Master Genos, your qi can make the star armor more powerful, but this is your qi's blessing to your new home, and your star armor cannot increase the power of qi."
"Can the family also forge star armor for me that can enhance the power of Qi?"
"Of course, martial arts masters also use weapons. The family has been collecting information on the weapons used by martial arts masters from three hundred years ago, and has found a batch of metals that may enhance your energy.
When the time comes, you will go to the family's laboratory to cooperate in the inspection and find out the metals that are useful to you. Then the family will use these metals as a basis to smelt and cast an alloy that is unique to you, and then cast a star armor weapon suitable for you.
."
"It sounds very good, but it's not enough." Muria's eyes flashed, and she was slightly moved. Suitable weapons are also very important.
"Then what else do you want? You said that as long as it doesn't go too far, the family can satisfy you."
"I haven't thought of it yet, so let's leave it like this."
"Then would you like to teach?"
"Okay, teaching one is teaching, and teaching three is teaching. It doesn't take much energy."
A relaxed look appeared on Muria's face, "However, before teaching them, I first need to discuss with them to confirm my status. By the way, let's build a hospital next to the manor. It will be more convenient then.
."
"Okay." Butler Pais twitched the corner of his mouth, and then nodded. Although he already knew what kind of method Muria was going to teach, he still couldn't help but interrupt and reminded, "Don't
Taking lives is the bottom line of the family."
"rest assured."
…
"Dad, let me tell you, the family recently arranged for me a coach who is not much older than me, and he actually taught me how to fight." The young man who had been notified by the family and felt extremely aggrieved returned to his room and thought.
He wanted to call his parents, he wanted to talk.
"The family's arrangement has deep meaning. How is that coach's strength compared to yours?" After hearing his son's words, the father responded with a calm expression.
"He is a martial artist. I fought with him three days ago. His strength is unfathomable." The young man who had been severely beaten said with lingering fear. After being beaten, he lay in the hospital for three days before recovering.
, just after he was discharged from the hospital, he received a notice from his family.
"Martial arts master?" The man on the other side of the communicator frowned when he heard his son's confession, but soon relaxed, "Since he is stronger than you, then you should listen to his teachings honestly.
Well, study hard and your family’s arrangements will not be wrong.”
"But I heard that the martial arts family has declined, and our son is a Star Armor Master. Why should a martial arts family teach his son? What can he teach?" At this time, a young woman came over with a hint of dissatisfaction on her face.
"What do you know? This is a family arrangement!" After hearing his wife's words, the man turned around and yelled.
"We have family all day long, is it true that all the decisions made by the family are correct?" the young woman snorted with some dissatisfaction.
"All orders related to the future of the family will be discussed by the family's think tank. Do you think the entire family think tank will make mistakes on this issue? Do you think those three hundred people combined are not as smart as you alone?"
The man who knew some of the operating rules of the Douglas family sternly scolded him. Although he could not understand the intention of the family's arrangement, it did not prevent him from supporting it!
"Humph!" The young woman snorted softly and did not argue.
"You can't understand the family's decision, which only shows that your vision is too low." The man reprimanded, then turned to look at his son on the other side of the screen, "The family just arranged for that mentor to teach you.
Or are there others studying with you?"
"There are twelve others with me."
"Who are they? Tell me their names."
"Daisley, Ferns..." The boy recalled the list he had found out and read out a string of names.
"If I remember correctly, these people, like you, are geniuses in the family whose compatibility exceeds 80%!"
"That's right."
"That's enough." The man who was still a little worried that his son was being targeted by a big shot in the family was completely relieved.
…
"Phew!" The young man found that telling his parents, but to no avail, turned off the communicator in his hand and exhaled a sigh of relief.
"That guy Genos is obviously a few years older than me, and his compatibility is only 64%. This guy actually wants to be my mentor."
The young man thought a little indignantly, but in the end he unconsciously touched his face. He felt that his face was still aching. He knew that it was because he was beaten too hard a few days ago. Even now
The injury healed, but he still felt a phantom pain.
"That guy Genos, I don't know how he used to bewitch the family's top management and became our teacher. I don't know how he plans to teach us. Shouldn't we be the same as we were three days ago? He just beat me to the hospital.
"
…
Half a month later, the boy who had just woken up from the medical cabin took out his communicator and contacted his parents without hesitation.
"Dad, Mom, I beg you, please contact the higher-ups in the family. I don't want that devil to teach me anymore. Do you know how many times I have been in the hospital in the past half month? Five times, only
In half a month, I have been admitted to the hospital five times."
"Huh?" The man who was originally a little surprised that his son contacted him again in such a short period of time frowned in shock and anger, "What's the situation? Please tell me carefully?"
As a result, the young man burst into tears and began to complain about what he had experienced these days. These days, he spent most of his time in the hospital's medical cabin, and the remaining small part of his time was spent being beaten.
"How could the family arrange such a coach for you? Isn't this deliberately torturing people?" Hearing his son's description, the man frowned even more tightly.
Because according to his son's description, the coach Yan Ran was a ruthless, violent and cruel guy, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"You go back and stay for now. I'll contact the housekeeper to find out what the specific situation is. If it's true, I'll find a way to communicate with the family's senior management to get you to withdraw from training."
"Okay, okay, dad, you must communicate as soon as possible. I really don't want to go to the hospital anymore." Hearing his father's words, the young man cried with joy.
"Butler Wayne, I would like to know why my family arranged for a martial arts coach for my son? My son confided in me that the coach conducted abusive training for him, causing him to be seriously injured and sent to the hospital many times.
."
After hanging up the phone on his son, the man directly called a housekeeper of the Douglas family, who was in charge of his son.
"Mr. Bennett, the thing is like this. Most of the elders of the family, including the head of the family, feel that the family's previous training method was too gentle. The family is ready to change the method and carry out more iron-blooded treatment of the family's future pillars.
Cultivate, now it’s time to make the first attempt.”
The housekeeper, who had already expected to be questioned by the parents of these children, patiently explained.