Chapter 229 Good Student

Larian looked at his friend's hesitation and smiled gently, "Speak, friend, the path of the Tao will make each of us have a healthy and peaceful heart."

"The teacher's smile is so warm."

"Really, really, Teacher Larian is so gentle and elegant."

The female students on the side admired Larian's elegant image. They felt that they were also touched by this warm smile and whispered about what kind of person their teacher was.

The friend looked at Larian's appearance and also spoke, "Do you still remember your favorite student?"

"Of course I still remember, Iverene, that was a good child." Larian nodded, and proudly recalled the past when Iverene learned the warrior path from him.

"That child is polite, brave, and motivated, unlike some students who need war masks to fight on the battlefield. And she has a strong learning ability. She doesn't even need me to teach her too much. As long as I give her some pointers, she will correct herself."

The old friend looked at Larian praising Evelene so much, and his tone and expression did not hide his admiration for her at all. He began to regret why he came here to tell Larian that he knew the news about Evelene.

"Why did your expression become so bad?"

Larian looked at his old friend's strange expression, which was as twisted as a bitter gourd, and his face suddenly changed. "Did Evelene encounter an accident? Didn't the soul stone get back?"

"No. In fact, it's not that bad. She's still alive and living well."

"What happened! Please tell me quickly!"

"Uh." The friend lowered his head, not daring to look into Larian's eyes, "Evelene... She went to Gomo to make a living, and she became a succubus."

Gomo? Succubus?

Larian hadn't reacted yet. He was thinking about what exactly the concepts of Gomo and Succubus were.

Well. Gomo, a 1800-ban nightclub of a fallen tribe, with only murderous lunatics and coquettish bad boys.

Succubus. Members of the Witch Spirit Cult, responsible for the arena, and occasionally earning some extra money with customers.

The clothes they wear are... That thing is not even underwear, just a few threads wrapped around the body.

Larian thought about Ivrene's shadow, put her and the Gomo Succubus on, and quickly combined the similarities between the two in his mind.

"Hahaha, my friend, your joke is not funny. How could Ivrene join the succubus? You know she is a very shy child."

"No. Really, I am not lying to you. I have a relative in Gomor. He took a photo of me when he went to the arena to watch the game. I knew she was Ivrene from the photo."

Without asking why his old friend had a relative in Gomor, Larian took the photo with suspicion.

"This!"

You don't even need to identify carefully. Just look at the coldness in her eyes to clearly distinguish the difference between Ivrene and others. And she is wearing a succubus work uniform.

"This. This. The world is going downhill, the world is going downhill!"

"Ahem. Larian, don't be too sad. Students have their own dreams. As teachers, we can only..."

"What can we only do?" Larian was emotional. His gentle look was gone. There was only unbelievable sadness in his eyes. "Yifreni is a good child! She clearly told me that she was selected to go out for the training of warriors."

"It seems that good students have learned to lie."

"Hmm." Seeing Larian holding his chest with a cramped look as if he was about to vomit blood, the old friend realized that he had subconsciously sneered again, and quickly slapped himself.

"Look at me, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have told you this."

"No, you said it well. I. I have to go."

The students looked at the teacher who was holding the photo tightly and moving his feet with his hands covering his chest, and they also surrounded him anxiously, "Teacher, you are too emotional, you need to calm down, remember what you taught us? Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, teacher."

Larian touched the student's head and forced a smile, "Yes, I am too excited, I want to. I need to take a deep breath. Breathe. Breathe."

Larian closed his eyes, breathed to regulate his emotions, so that he could calm down in such a shock.

Ivrene? Succubus?

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Larian closed his eyes and could only think of Ivrene's depravity in succubus clothes. He even remembered the day when Ivrene came to her office to say goodbye to him.

"Teacher, I, I'm leaving."

"Oh? Where are you going?"

"I'm going to participate in the Warrior's Road internship with my friends."

"Oh?" Larian looked at the hesitant Ivrene and was a little confused, "Then why is there no news here? It stands to reason that the internship unit should notify the school."

"Teacher, this situation is very special. It is a particularly secret and important internship. We will complete the task with the war wizard."

"Oh? Is that so."

Larian touched his chin. He felt strange about Ivrene's hesitation and was puzzled by the lack of any notification, but he still chose to believe Ivrene. After all, she had never lied to him. Now it may be because she is reluctant to part with the teacher.

Shaking his head, he stood up, patted Eveleni's shoulder with his hand, and Larian showed an encouraging smile, "Let's go, kid, there's nothing to be afraid of. Sooner or later, you will eventually go far away, and the teacher can't help you anymore. I can only wish you to realize your dream."

"Teacher." Eveleni looked up at Larian, tears flashing in her eyes.

"Hehe, silly child, why are you crying? We will meet again in the future."

"Yeah!"

What a beautiful past, a model of a good relationship between teachers and students, a farewell between a kind and humble teacher and his excellent student. From then on, there was no shadow of each other in their lives, only beautiful memories of study and life.

"It seems that good students have learned to lie."

The words of the old friend floated from the depths of his mind again, making Larian, who was intoxicated by himself, suddenly sober up. He finally knew why Eveleni was so nervous when she came to the office.

She was afraid that her decision would be denied by the teacher, and that her future would disappoint the respected teacher, so she made up this white lie to paralyze Larian.

Thinking of this, Larian's face became even paler, and he spit out another mouthful of blood, holding his chest and feeling the severe cramps and sadness and fainting.

Brother, I fell (fallen), can you help me? Brother?