hunter rule

City Hall, Night Watch Headquarters Office.

Having inherited the old man's position, Connor was looking at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes at this moment.

Currently, he is a young boy with the same trainee level.

"So, Gu Xintong has already left Shen He?"

Zhao Guangli asked calmly.

"Yes, judging by the time, we should have already set off from Bird's End Station."

In front of Connor's eyes, the young man full of blood and dust smiled softly.

Connor's voice sounded: "Classmate Zhao Guangli, what exactly happened that night."

Zhao Guangli was silent for two seconds, then shook his head.

The weather outside the window is very good today, and you can faintly hear the sound of birds chirping.

"Nothing new."

"Everything is...expected."

Zhao Guangli finally spoke.

Connor didn't know what to say at this moment. He sighed: "Don't go to Grudge Oak Academy."

"I know."

Zhao Guangli raised his head: "This is the right decision."

"I heard that Gu Xintong has also become a trainee professional."

"I'm going to find her."

Zhao Guangli didn't have much emotion on his face.

"I hope she won't be too surprised when the time comes."

At this moment, Zhao Guangli said in a deep voice: "Mr. Connor, please help me arrange a steam train to Nielfrance."

The air is slightly stagnant.

There was a bit of silence in Connor's expression: "Actually...classmate Zhao Guangli."

"Next year, there will still be a chance."

His voice was very sincere: "There is at least one quota for admission to the Human Center in Black Iron Castle every year... With your current trainee level, it is easy to get a quota for next year."

Connor looked at Zhao Guangli: "I can give you the position of captain of the Fourth Night Watch Team..."

Professionals at the trainee level are also rare in Black Iron Castle, and they are enough to serve as the captain of the night watch team.

However, Zhao Guangli still shook his head.

"Sorry, Mr. Connor."

The meaning revealed in this apology is very clear.

Connor sighed.

A place like Black Iron Castle is simply too small to bury the ambition of a young genius.

It is very normal for a trainee professional like Zhao Guangli to want to go to the Human Center.

They think they are qualified to jump out of the pool, stand on the edge of the pool and look towards the sky further away.

Human center.

Connor thought as he returned to his seat.

"Zhao Guangli, I will help you arrange it." Connor looked at Zhao Guangli and said, "When are you ready to leave?"

"This afternoon."

Zhao Guangli said.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Connor looked at Zhao Guangli, trying to get some clues from his face.

This is another reason why Zhao Guangli came directly to Connor Bird.

As the current head of the city hall's night watchman, Connor is still unsurpassed in arranging Black Iron Castle's resources.

It is relatively easy to arrange a steam train to the capital Nielfrance.

In fact, Zhao Guangli, as a trainee-level professional, also has this qualification.

"Thank you."

Zhao Guangli held down his deerstalker hat and bowed slightly.

Connor wanted to say something, but finally sighed.

………………

Oak Academy was the second stop.

There are huge crowds of students coming and going.

This place is like the ivory tower of a black iron castle.

Zhao Guangli did not cover his whereabouts, and went straight into the gate of Oak Academy, and then went to his dilapidated attic in the manor.

It still has the same dilapidated scenery with a natural atmosphere.

Jike's house next door is closed and he doesn't seem to be there.

Zhao Guangli originally planned to say goodbye to Jike. After all, Jike was his first friend in this world, and possibly his only friend.

Zhao Guangli shook his head and opened the door.

He spent some time tidying up his attic, then opened the bathroom door and started tidying up in front of the mirror.

Wipe the blood and dust off your face.

The scars left by the psychic impact still remain on the arms and chest, and have been covered with a thin layer of scabs, but they still look terrifying.

"call."

Zhao Guangli breathed a long sigh of relief.

Forcibly suppress the emotions that you want to explode.

No matter what, he is just a sixteen-year-old boy.

What he has to do now is just to calm down.

No matter how angry you are, it won't help.

Zhao Guangli wiped the mirror, held the black box containing the [Black Hunter], and opened the door.

Zhao Guangli couldn't remember how many times he had pushed open the door of the dilapidated attic like this, but this time, Zhao Guangli felt that it was the last time.

After coming to this world, I have been living in Oak Academy.

It's time to...change the place.

The target is not Neil France, but... farther away.

The extraordinary department of Oak Academy maintains the same tacit understanding with Zhao Guangli.

No one came to ask why Zhao Guangli appeared or what happened.

The two are in harmony with each other.

"Oak Academy, goodbye."

Zhao Guangli looked at the sky in the distance with some emotion, and waved his hand with his back to the attic.

"Dean, Zhao Guangli is gone." The secretary said softly.

Heras' voice was not loud, and his curly hair was gently blowing in the wind: "Leaving?"

"That guy Connor arranged the steam train."

Herath's voice was obviously deep and somewhat unpleasant.

"Mr. Dean, this is the path he chose." The secretary's voice was pleasant, as if she was comforting Heras.

Heras did not answer, but just watched a white cloud outside the window go away.

………………

There is nothing worth remembering about Black Iron Castle.

The extraordinary forces here, including families, wealthy businessmen, city hall, and Oak Academy, will continue to fight after Zhao Guangli leaves.

Strange things happen here every day.

Zhao Guangli's last stop was Laojin Street in the central neighborhood.

The slightly prosperous city resembles the commercial center of Zhao Guangli's previous life.

A large number of Black Iron Castle's middle class are gathered here, enjoying their lives here.

On the far corner, there is a closed gallery.

It used to look quite large, but now it looks a little down and out.

"Excuse me, why is this gallery closed? I bought paintings here last month."

Zhao Guang left his mouth and asked an old man passing by.

"Last month? How is it possible? This gallery has been closed for several years!" The old man looked at the young man in front of him in surprise: "There are many shops selling art here. Did you remember it wrong?"

Zhao Guangli looked at the gallery's sign: "Maybe."

"This shop seems to be opened by an art dealer named Shen. The business was doing very well a few years ago... But it seems that one year, he suddenly got seriously ill and died." The old man looked thoughtful: "Then it has been closed.

Until now..."

"If you ask me, just rent out the lot here..."

The old man began to talk nonchalantly and did not notice Zhao Guangli's retreating figure.