Chapter 73

After Joseph came out of the bookstore with the book, looking at the drowsy rain, he deeply felt that he needed to calm down.

He took a deep breath of the strong rain mixed with soil outside, the cold air flow from his nose to his lungs, and the fresh air filling his body made him wake up a lot.

Joseph reached out and clenched his fists, and closed his powerful fingers one by one, making a crisp sound of clacking.

Feeling the strength in his whole body, he couldn't help but smile, a confident and steady smile.

If someone who is familiar with him is present, he will be surprised to find that this expression is not the lazy smile that is often mocked by Chief of Intelligence Section Joseph.

It was the glorious knight Joseph who had long since disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Carrying the magic sword on his back for so many years, his mind was always eroded by the evil magic energy, and under the struggle with his own will, he became a severe headache.

It made it difficult for him to stay 100% awake and rational, and he couldn't fully control the strength of his body.

This is a very dangerous and deadly thing for a knight whose main task is to fight, not being able to control himself.

This situation intensified after the battle with Wilde because he lost his right hand.

So these years of self-willingness and depravity are actually not just his own subjective factors. The magic sword has a very large proportion of objective factors.

But now, the magic sword that has plagued him for decades has been handed over, and even once and for all, the owner of the bookstore has directly "swallowed" the cursed magic power.

Just like a chronic disease is cured, the serious illness is gone.

The shackles in his heart and body were removed, and he immediately felt extremely relaxed. He believed that as long as he continued to adapt for a while, he would be able to restore his strength close to his peak.

Although he lost his weapon, he gained determination and self-confidence, as well as a gift from the owner of the bookstore.

The deal was not a loss, and it even made a profit.

Now, he needs to digest this change well.

It happened that most of the current work of the intelligence department was continuing to search for the whereabouts of the hunter of the white wolf, and it only needed to operate step by step. Joseph could finally be freed from work and no longer had to deal with documents.

Joseph returned home after a long absence, put the umbrella aside, walked into the house, and let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, I can take a rest and calm down my mood...

However, as soon as he walked into the living room, Joseph froze for a moment.

The living room was empty.

But there were piles of books scattered on the floor.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at the quartz clock hanging on the wall. That's right, it was half past six, and this time was exactly Melissa's usual meal time.

His sweet little girl, she should be in the kitchen with her own plate now, frying steak, or baby basil potatoes, with two sausages, sprinkled with basil and rosemary, and smelling delicious.

Among Joseph's few impressions, Melissa's cooking skills are very good.

But under the induction of ether, there was no one in the kitchen.

Joseph squatted down and picked up a book on the ground, opened it, and frowned again, "Knight's Justice"?

He remembered that this book was published by a former glorious knight, but was later jointly reported because of his fighting style, and finally resigned after serving as the chief of the combat department for a while.

This book records exactly his fighting style.

That's why he was reported.

Because this guy believes in pragmatism and is a radical figure in the trendy faction. He has always advocated a fighting style that is not limited to knights. As long as he has faith in the Holy Light in his heart, it doesn't matter whether he has a sincere eulogy or not.

——Yes, this is the reason why he is proficient in backstab, proficient in rolling, top-notch in throwing knives, and even poisonous on knives.

Before Joseph retired, he also despised this guy very much.

But now, don't you think it's pretty good?

He picked up a few more books, without exception, all of which were all kinds of basic teaching books for knights, and people in the general cultivation department would use a lot.

It is very basic but useful knowledge, and there are many knight skills that newcomers must learn.

However, as the daughter of the great glorious knight, Melissa received an education of one-on-one love, and these books have always been closer to decorations.

But now it has been turned over.

Joseph strode suspiciously towards the study, reached out and grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and opened the door.

"Melissa—"

He saw the red-haired girl who was sitting behind the large desk, wearing glasses, flipping through the books seriously and quickly.

The desk was full of books, as was the floor, and the whole study room became a sea of ​​books.

As soon as the door opened, he swept aside a pile of books next to him, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Melissa... what are you doing?"

Joseph stepped over the pile of books, looked around, and looked at his daughter suspiciously.

Melissa stared intently: "Study."

"...???"

Joseph directly typed a series of question marks.

He walked to the desk, picked up a book, and said, "Hey, my dear Melissa, let me think about it, I remember, you told me since you were four years old that the thing you hate the most is studying .”

Melissa turned a page, her eyes moved left and right with high frequency, and she quickly said: "I was wrong, I was too ignorant at that time, I didn't understand the meaning of learning, and because of the limitation of my own talent, I didn't realize it. The joy of learning."

Joseph put down the book in his hand, and reached out to put his hand on Melissa's head: "You don't have a fever?"

"No, I'm sober, I'm more sober than I've ever been."

Melissa's glasses glowed: "I deeply realized my own weakness and ignorance. The previous muddled and unstructured learning method was inefficient and made me take many detours, so that I have only entered the panic level now. It’s really a failure.”

Joseph opened his mouth, wondering if his willful but lovely child had been swapped.

Before he opened his mouth to question, Melissa raised her head and said, "I'm talking about you. Your teaching method is too barbaric. It's completely based on your own experience. There's no way to speak of it."

"I……"

"But you don't have to worry too much. I have read and learned all the books here. I have almost found the most suitable path for me. It is not too late to start again now."

"Wait... all?"

"all."

Joseph's face suddenly changed, feeling that Melissa's state was not right, looking at the many books here: "How many days have you read it?!"

"Well, it took three days to borrow the book, and one day to read it."

Joseph stepped forward and reached out to take off Melissa's glasses, and saw her emaciated and bloodshot eyes and the blackness under her eyes.

Melissa said dissatisfiedly: "Dad? What are you doing..."

As soon as she stood up half of her body, she felt a burst of dizziness accompanied by soreness all over her body. She let out a "hey" in surprise, her eyes went dark, and she passed out.

Joseph supported Melissa's body, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the "Key to the Door: Origin" on the table.

...

Ackerman once again sat in the office of the Truth Society.

The large office is decorated simply but not ordinaryly, with well-known oil paintings on the walls and thick carpets on the floor.

Last time, he came here to accept the bounty offered by the destructive dark wizard "The Faceless Man of Black Scales" Wilde.

Andrew, the vice president of the Truth Society, sat opposite.

He said slowly: "You mean, you want to give up the mission halfway?"