Douluo: Starting from the Spirit of Time Worm

"For the sake of competition, choosing a soul skill that is not so in line with one's heart... This is simply a life-long gamble." Amon nodded clearly, understanding Romil's concerns.

"Yes, this is related to his future life... Unlike noble soul masters, civilian soul masters do not have so many choices.

"But the Soul Master Competition is also an opportunity that can determine the fate of his life, so he didn't refuse it directly."

Vidal looked at Amon, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"I actually don't think he's a good fit, he's quite annoying... and that's largely due to the fact that he has a mouth.

"You can think of him as an enhanced version of Bateman, which is not conducive to team unity."

Amon stroked his glasses and chuckled: "I know."

He stood up, put the book back in its place, and walked outside.

Vidal scratched his head and was not prepared to stay any longer.

When he was about to get up and leave, a girl with blond hair and a beautiful face came over. She smiled and said softly in a voice like a silver bell:

"Vidal, are you interested in chatting?"

"Alia? Put away that disgusting smile of yours, I know exactly what kind of woman you are. What is there to talk about between us?" Vidal replied coldly.

"I just want to ask, are you still in charge of your team?" Aaliya's smile did not change.

Vidal closed the notebook, leaned forward slightly, and said in a more cautious and serious manner:

"When did I say this was my team?"

Aaliya's smile faded slightly, "Sure enough, you can't control such a person. I also heard about that assessment.

"The new students in your class, Yan Jin and Lei Yin, are probably no longer as powerful as you, and they are obviously led by the man named Amon.

"According to what I know about you, you will not allow such a small group that can easily get out of control to appear in your team. Unless...you are not the leader of this team.

"I'm very curious, who is Amon, who can actually make you, who is so proud, willing to succumb to him.

"I have investigated and found that none of the famous nobles in the North has such an heir. I also asked Zhu Youzhi, but he said nothing.

"That makes me even more curious."

Vidal smiled, "It seems that Brady and Hussein are not as careful as you in terms of intelligence and intelligence, and they still regard me as their imaginary enemy. So, what you mean by coming to me is..."

"Do you mind telling me more about your captain? Maybe he can become 'our' captain..." Aaliya smiled sweetly.

Vidal stared at her in surprise and said with some vigilance:

"Are you willing to give up your team? Are you willing to give up all your hard work over the past few years?"

Aaliya shook her head and said with a hint of helplessness:

“Leading a team to win the trials can certainly prove your ability, but only if you can win.

"The captain is the core of a team and the one who has the greatest glory after success. If possible, who would give up?

“But when the gap in strength is so great that no matter how hard you try, you can’t see a chance of winning, it’s a wise choice to put down your body and join the opponent.

"This can also prove that a noble has excellent vision and accurate judgment."

Vidal suddenly chuckled, "It's in line with your usual style... Then, let me introduce you to my captain."

…

Romil walked on the path beside the lake and looked at the sparkling lake.

A group of black swans swam leisurely across the lake. They were two adult black swans and a group of cygnets.

They are so comfortable and carefree.

Romil picked up a small stone on the ground and threw it towards an adult black swan.

Seeing them panicked by this sudden attack, a vicious smile appeared on his face.

"That's interesting, isn't it?"

A young man wearing a black classical robe, a black pointed hat, and a monocle on his right eye came to him at some point.

"Huh? Who are you? I don't think I've seen you in the academy." Romil raised his eyebrows.

"My name is Amon, and I just entered school." Amon replied softly.

"You came to see me specially, are you okay? Oh, by the way, your aesthetic sense is not very good, that pair of monocles is so ugly."

Amon was about to touch his glasses and paused, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Did your teacher teach you that before provoking prey, you should first choose the appropriate target?"

"No, he hasn't had time to say... He only taught me how to provoke wild boars." Romil grinned with a mocking smile.

Amon snapped his fingers and pointed at the Black Swan family on the lake:

"You see, they swim so leisurely in the water... So we can draw a conclusion that soaking in the lake can get rid of worries.

"Since you have hesitation, anxiety, and troubles in your heart, why not go down and calm down, maybe you can find a solution."

Romil's thinking was affected and his thinking speed became extremely slow, but Amon's words seemed very credible.

Under this inexplicable trust, he nodded, "Maybe this is a good idea."

Step by step, he walked towards the lake. At the last moment, he came to his senses.

"What kind of bullshit logic is this?"

But it was too late, he missed the mark and fell into the lake.

The cold lake water covered his head, making him tremble.

After choking on the water for a few times, Romil surfaced and cursed in a low voice:

"Shit!"

He wanted to go ashore, but as soon as he grabbed the vegetation on the shore, Amon snapped his fingers again.

So he fell back into the lake.

Get up.

Fall down.

Get up.

Fall down...

He repeated this several times in a row. When he saw Amon was about to snap his fingers again, he finally couldn't help but shout:

"Stop, I give up."

Romil climbed ashore with difficulty, panting. He was wet all over, and the lake water slid down his face and dripped from his chin.

He wiped his face and said with some horror:

"Damn, what kind of ability do you have?"

"A little trick that is not worth mentioning..." Amon said with a smile.

Romil squeezed his clothes and squeezed out a lot of water. He said very naturally:

"The sun was too strong just now, and I was a little dazzled. After a closer look, you have quite good taste...

"Look at this monocle, it is so elegant, only the most handsome and elegant gentleman can wear it... I mean it suits you very well."

Influencing other people's minds and controlling other people's actions, this is simply the power of the devil! Romil muttered in his heart.

The sarcasm on his face was put away, and he asked with the most sunny and gentle smile:

"So, classmate, what do you want to talk to me about?"