Three hours passed in a flash.

With the help of this period, Anle quickly adapted to the enhanced blood fighting technique, and also used the [Crazy Believer Body Training Technique] to exercise his body.

It should be mentioned.

During these six days, Anle will use this precious time to exercise every day after entering the church.

Even though it was not like the first time, the experience that made Anle's body remember those weird and bizarre movements, and it would be better to practice with half the effort.

Anle's physique has been greatly improved, and he can beat himself almost two of his six days ago.

There is another strange thing about this body-building technique, which is that it is impossible to practice outside the church.

may be......

The signal is not good in reality, so I can't contact the Lord of Chaos All-knowing?

Now on the panel, the display is-

【Blood Fighting Technique(1)(Light Gray)】()

‘It’s really a simple description…’

Anle is very curious. After waiting for the "how much" to happen, the quantitative change will lead to qualitative change, and will it leave the level of "light gray"?

It’s not like some online games, “13” and “15” have never come to an end, right?

Although these issues are important, they can only be said to be insignificant than what needs to be dealt with in the reality of Anle.

"It's time to showdown."

Under the oil lamp.

The happy eyes were filled with magnificent blood.

*******

late at night.

In the orphanage, the old dean's room.

The room was pitch black, with only a few rays of moonlight sneaking in outside the curtains, so that it would not fall into complete darkness.

A kind-hearted old man was sitting at the desk beside the bed.

He didn't fall asleep either!

In the faint light, the old dean picked up the pen and recorded some words on a yellowed notebook.

The darkness around him seemed to have no effect on him.

Those dark old eyes were particularly clear at this time.

【Lingxi】

【Gender: Female】

【Age: Ten years old】

【Race: Sub-Rhino people】

【Celebrity: lively and cheerful, innocent, smarter than ordinary children】

【Host: Sweets, Beautiful Small Skirt】

【Adaptation level: a】

These contents are displayed on notebooks like archives.

——From the thickness of the notebook, before Lingxi, there were still many children’s information recorded.

What the old dean did was just to gently draw a "√" number at the end of this page.

He turned to the next page again, and the tip of the pen stayed on the paper for a long time, and finally wrote down—

【Happiness】

[Identity? Civilian? Suspected Blood Warlock? It is not ruled out that they send spies.]

[Strength? E-level extraordinary person may be stronger than ordinary E-level, and... must have killed anyone!]

【character......?】

Compared to the neat format in Lingxi archives, the description of Anle is more like a random speculation, and you can record it wherever you think of it.

Every time the old dean wrote a line, hesitated for a long time, and wrote down many question marks.

He was not sure about many of his speculations.

At the end of the writing, the old dean used a big "?" as the terminator.

It seems to be expressing the doubts in his heart.

"well......"

The old man sighed quietly, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

"I don't have much time."

"You can no longer let such unstable factors exist."

The old dean closed the notebook and put it in the iron box under the bed extremely solemnly, preparing to turn over and fall asleep on the bed.

Sudden.

On the face of the old dean, the lush hair grew wildly like weeds in the fields in spring.

The bridge of the nose and lips and teeth are visible to the naked eye to extend forward.

Sharp fangs protrude.

The ferocity of wild beasts is in his eyes.

Not only that, the old dean's whole body was undergoing terrifying changes.

His body expanded outward in a white circle, with crackling sounds, and even his standing posture changed.

The poor pajamas wrapped tightly around him, bearing the size that he shouldn't have to bear.

"who?"

The sound that came out of the old dean's throat was very close to the roar of a beast.

His cold eyes swept towards the door.

The door was slowly pushed open.

Under the moonlight, happiness enters it.

"Happy..."

Seeing that beautiful face and handsome figure, the old dean did not relax at all.

It's better to say that I'm becoming more and more vigilant.

The body that almost turned into a beast leaned forward slightly, and its claws spread out - this is a posture that can attack at any time.

"Good evening, old dean."

On the other hand, Anle and her expression were the same as usual, with a warm smile and a kind and friendly big boy next door.

But it was his appearance that made the old dean feel even colder.

Even though the old dean thought his strength was still above peace, he had to admit-

——He never saw through what kind of person Anle was!

——What exactly is hidden under that smile?

This indescribable fear has been in the heart of the old dean for a long time, and it has become more intense as Anle continues to practice [body training technique] these days, but he has always concealed it very well.

Of course, Anle didn't know what the old dean was thinking.

I was just amazed at his form at this time.

Werewolf.

The first thing he thought of was this creature that existed in the legend of the earth in the past.

It’s nothing to be surprised about. Since even the races like “holy blood”, similar to “vampires” and “blood clans” exist, it’s normal to have “werewolfs” who are their old rivals?

After a little thought, Anle suddenly understood the reason why the old dean was so vigilant about him.

Since Rhodes of the Black Blood Gang mistakenly thought he was of the same clan, the old dean of the werewolf could naturally make the same judgment.

But whether it is a misunderstanding or other reasons, it doesn't matter at all.

When Anle came here, she wanted to show off her old dean and ask everything out of the question.

"Old Dean, I just want to ask you-"

"Where is Lingxi...?"

Anle looked straight at the old dean, his tone was rarely cold.
To be continued...