Hilda had no real sense of the concept of swordsman's strength.
But she was indeed worried about Alan.
Just as the competition was over, he found an excuse and hurried down.
Hilda placed a white silk shirt in front of Alan and tried to measure it, as if she was not satisfied with the style. She frowned, but soon she was slightly stunned.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Alan cautiously.
The latter was tilting his head to look at the ready-made clothes for men of various ages on the hangers, wondering what he was thinking.
".Don't you think Alan doesn't like these clothes?"
Alan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Hilda.
After a while, he smiled softly.
"I love so much."
"Thank you for your hard work, Mom."
Sylphy was watching this scene, tangling her fingers behind her back and smiling with narrowed eyes.
But Hilda was stunned again, as if she was still not used to Alan's address. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the tree outside the window.
Just one glance.
He quickly turned around and looked at Alan again.
Half a while
He just tilted his head in distress and spoke slowly.
"Alan is still growing."
"It seems that Mommy needs to make a few more clothes for you."
Alan looked at Hilda's still thin face. The fatigue that had always been on her face since winter had disappeared.
Last night, under the fireworks.
Something heavy had disappeared from her body with the word "Mom".
With the arrival of spring, all things come to life.
The heart disease is gone.
——
Footsteps came from the corridor.
The door slammed shut and Alan walked through his bedroom.
He walked to his desk and took out the letter that responded to his expectations from the drawer.
——
Responding to Hilda's Expectations - Sylphy (Black) Sauros
Responding to Sylphy's expectations——Roxy
Responding to Gilenu's expectations - the sword of light -
He picked up the pen and reached out to black out all the 'task clues' at the back.
He started writing again, and new words appeared on the paper.
——
Responding to Hilda's expectations——
Respond to Sylphy's expectations - open your heart, trust and accompany.
Responding to Gilenu's expectations—exchanging talents, appreciating and growing.
——
He looked at the handwriting on the letter paper, frowning.
Silent
Silent
A sentence was written after Hilda's expectations.
The speech is long.
But the meaning is very simple.
——I am not Hilda's child, but she is my mother.
As I picked up the pen, the movements of my hands seemed to freeze.
The bedroom was quiet.
Only the birds chirping outside the window.
Smoke
Jump out.
[Yes, if I use the original words, it would be Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation. ]
It floated past Alan's eyes, and he was already very used to Alan's expression of ignoring it.
[Although I don't want to spoil the fun, the current score for the tutoring period has reached 90 points. Aren't you curious about the reward for the full score during the tutoring period? ]
The handwriting was dense, but Alan just frowned and looked at the letter, ignoring it.
After a while, the system seemed to feel bored, and it trembled slightly, then it planned the words, re-combined them, and jumped out.
[Current stage: tutoring period, cumulative participation score: 90 points. ]
[The gap between childhood and adulthood seems to be very long, but I need to remind you that there is also a final and most difficult step during the homeschooling period.]
'No! It's not!'
The writing froze in the air.
Before the smoke and dust, Alan's expression had changed.
He looked at the line of words quietly, his frown slowly relaxed, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
More and more prosperous.
Getting hotter and hotter!
Lift the pen like a knife.
Strike out the words with one stroke!
Look up!
Looking at the system panel in front of me.
The words in my heart are like the words of a pen, written in one stroke!
"This life!"
'I am Alan!'
'Alan.'
'That's me!'
Alan's eyes sparkled like stars as he stared directly at the system panel.
The latter seemed to be half stunned for a long while, but saw the clusters of words suddenly collapse!
Reshape! Blend!
Leap out of the air!
[You are not Hilda's child, but Hilda is your mother? ]
[No, Allen! You have always been you! This is your Reincarnation - Jobless! ]
[You have completed the identification of your own identity! ]
[The participation rate during the tutoring period has increased. ]
[Current stage: tutoring period, cumulative participation score: 100 points. ]
[Congratulations to the host, you passed the tutoring period two years ahead of schedule with full marks! ]
The smoke paused for a moment.
The handwriting collapsed.
Reorganize again.
[Full score rewards will be issued. ]
[Ability: Persuasion.]
[Template reference——]
[Human God.]
(End of this chapter)
212. Chapter 206: The Breakthrough of the Great Transfer? The Plan Under Prying Eyes
212.
The smoke and dust danced in front of Alan's eyes.
His expression was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he understood what this "persuasion" meant.
——The 'ability' to convince people comes from the Human-God Template. In the original book, it comes from Orsted's mouth. It is the BUFF that makes creatures trust unconditionally.
He raised his eyebrows, the starlight in his eyes gathered in his pupils, and stared at the system panel quietly, but the system panel was still floating up and down like smoke, as if
Looking at Alan's reaction.
Silent 'eye contact'.
After a moment, Alan moved!
Raise your hand and press it on the table.
Lean over and forward.
The action is like "one stroke" with lingering echoes of the heart's words.
Very neat and fast!
then
The handwriting is just in front of the tip of the nose.
The dust is right in front of the eyeball.
Alan narrowed his eyes and stared at the system panel.
Suddenly laughed.
Even though the knife is still in his hand and has not been unsheathed, the sharp thoughts are still flashing out from the scabbard in his mind like a knife.
'Apostle of God and Man.'
"It was me?"
As the words fell, the smoke and dust suddenly exploded! It passed through Alan's head, circled in front of his face, and emerged again.
In front of his eyes again.
Trembling slightly, as if he couldn't stop smiling.
[Oh? What does this mean? ]
Alan's eyes followed the handwriting, and when he saw Yanchen's question, he narrowed his eyes and lowered his eyes to look at the table.
Even in the teachers' dormitory, Boreas's desk is still made of logs. The wood grain on the desk comes into view, intertwined and tangled, densely packed.
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