Lord of Secrets

After taking a deep look at Wu Beimo, Daerling left the classroom. The female students in the classroom did not know that their previous teacher had been here for a while.

Time passed quickly, and Wu Beimo's morning class was over. Overall, it was quite good, especially the general knowledge class, which increased the degree of digestion of the secret medicine.

After all, Wu Beimo's lectures on these aspects of knowledge were quite interesting, which aroused the interest of most girls. They had a certain understanding of this teacher's knowledge and gave Wu Beimo some feedback.

Next time when giving lectures, I will add some local customs and customs to them, which should also speed up the digestion of the secret medicine... Wu Beimo sorted out the information and prepared to leave the office.

At this time, Mrs. Delling knocked on the half-open door of the office, and Ubemo said, "Come in?"

After Mrs. Delling came in, she said in a mature and indifferent voice, "I refuse you to be a teacher in our school. Although Principal Trina has agreed, I will still supervise you and will not let you hurt these lovely students."

Hearing this, Ubemo was a little embarrassed. What is this talking about? He complained a few words in his heart, but still said kindly, "Teacher Delling, I will seriously accept your supervision. Moreover, I will only teach them for a few months. During this time, Principal Trina will find a suitable female teacher as soon as possible."

Deilling nodded, then held up her heavy black glasses, and said before leaving, "I still recognize your ability, keep up the good work."

Ubemo looked at the departing figure and shook his head with some amusement. Although he looked about 20 years old, he always felt that she spoke in the tone of a senior, which was a bit uncomfortable.

A class lasts 40 minutes, and after-class time lasts 20 minutes, so it's not even 11 o'clock yet.

Not long after returning home, Ubemo heard the crisp sound of the doorbell, and saw Lal outside the door on the lawn. He opened the door and greeted him: "Lal, good morning!"

After these days of familiarity, the two have a good relationship, and they understand each other, and they are not so unfamiliar with each other.

"Good morning, Belmode." Lal responded with a smile, and then complained: "Your name is a bit long, it feels a bit rap, and it's a bit strange, it always makes me think of something offensive."

Ubemo smiled, and then said: "Otherwise, you can also call me Judah."

"No, this surname sounds a bit..." Lal looked at Ubemo and said hesitantly:

"Unknown."

Ubemo was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Then call me Bell, or Mod, whatever you think is okay."

"Let's call Mod, Bell is too common." Lal responded.

At this time, Ubemo remembered that he had not invited Lal into the house, and asked, "Come in first, Lal."

Lal shook his head and said, "No, I'm here to invite you to my house for lunch today. I just learned from Ayesha that you became their teacher, and I'm here to thank you."

"It's just that these are your money, so don't mind." After saying the matter, Lal joked.

Ubemo has paid all the monthly fees in one lump sum, so Lal's words are not wrong.

Ubemo immediately waved his hand and responded, "Then I'll go to your house later."

Lal responded and walked towards his house.

After reading for a while, Ubemo dressed more formally, and then walked a few steps to Lal's house.

"Lal, why do you feel that you are not in a good mood today?" Ubemo saw the bored expression on Lal's face from time to time, and asked immediately.

Lal sighed and explained a few words: "The company has a problem, which is a bit difficult to deal with."

Ubemo did not continue to ask, but just said: "I hope the matter can be resolved as soon as possible."

At this time, Ayesha came down from the second floor. Seeing her, Ubemo asked: "Ayesha, how do you feel after taking my class today?"

Ayesha's mouth curled up slightly, revealing two dimples, and then agreed: "Very cool, Mr. Belmode, you are so good at speaking, and many classmates want to get your contact information and information from me privately."

"But I didn't give it to you!" Ayesha said cunningly.

"Well done, Ayesha." Ubemo praised.

"As long as Mr. Belmode doesn't blame me for interrupting your happy time." Ayesha teased.

Lal, who was on the side, was reading the newspaper, and his eyes occasionally looked over inadvertently.

"How could that be? If I really did that, Teacher Daerling would probably hold a knife to my neck. She said you are her lovely students." Ubemo said self-deprecatingly.

"Haha!" Ayesha couldn't stand it and laughed out loud.

Lal said quickly: "Ayesha, girls should be more reserved."

"Sorry!" Ayesha stopped laughing immediately, "Mrs. Daeling is a conservative and serious teacher, but she is really good to students, but she never says it, and many students don't understand."

Arrogant... Ubemo complained in his heart.

"So, you were ready to laugh at me at that time, right, Ayesha?" Ubemo reacted instantly and said.

Ayesha waved her hand quickly and said: "No!"

At this time, Lal said: "It's time for us to enjoy a delicious lunch."

...

It's time to prepare to pull Mr. Elf and Gallia... After returning from Lar's house, Ubemo built a spiritual cage, then lay on the bed and began to meditate.

This is his usual habit. After all, when he goes to the Xinghai Hall, his body will not go with him, so in order to prevent others from seeing the clues, he will pretend to sleep.

When he came to the Xinghai Hall, Ubemo communicated with the stars on the dome. Two stars glowed with emerald green and ancient gold light respectively, and other stars began to flicker.

...

Where is this? How did I get here in a blink of an eye... Mr. Elf in a black robe was full of doubts. He quickly scanned the surroundings and first noticed the woman on the right.

A lady with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a gorgeous long dress in the style of Feroza, embroidered with various patterns and styles, and a dazzling and exquisitely crafted sapphire necklace on her neck. This is a noble lady... Mr. Elf quickly determined the other party's identity.

Suddenly, he noticed the existence on the seven steps. His whole body was shrouded in mist. At first glance, he could see countless colors in the mist.

He... This is a god... Although he has not suffered the trauma of looking directly at the god, Mr. Elf is more willing to believe that the other party is a god. This is his intuition, mysterious and great, and cannot be described in words.

"This is to protect us!"

Mr. Elf believes that this is a way for the gods to protect them.

...

Where is this? Am I kidnapped... No, is this the mystery I am pursuing... Jia Liya was confused at first, suddenly became excited, and then calmed down, and her blue eyes scanned the surroundings.

The face seemed to be covered with a veil, the skin was white, and the fingers were slender and slender... A lady... She first looked to the left and noticed the wrist exposed in the other party's wide sleeves.

When the other party turned around and looked at her, Jia Liya met the green eyes.

Gabriella suddenly continued to look around, and at this time, she noticed the existence sitting on the stairs, on the ancient huge back chair engraved with prosperous symbols and lines.

Who is he... Gabriella didn't know, seeing the other party's towering body shrouded in mist, and the majestic golden eyes that could not be looked directly at, she instantly knew that this was an existence that ordinary people could not touch.

In order to prevent Gabriella from guessing his identity from his eyes, Ubemo still covered his eyes with mist.

"Dongdong!"

Just as they looked at each other, Ubemo tapped the cold handle with his fingers. The sound hit their minds directly, but did not cause any harm.

The two hurriedly looked up.

Mr. Elf quickly took off his hood and said respectfully, "Mr. Great God, what can I do for you?"

Long green hair, the same hair color and eyes as Alfre... Wait, these pointed ears... Could it be the elf in the legend... And this slightly neutral tone, tall stature, he is a man... Gabrielle woke up instantly, and then suddenly noticed the word in the other party's words: God.

He is a god? Oh my God, why is he looking for us... Gabrielle was shocked.

Go up... Ubemo praised the other party in his heart, and then said in a calm but soul-piercing voice: "This is a witness!"

Witness... Both of them were stunned, not understanding the meaning of this.

"You can call me 'Dream Weaver'!"

"And I give you the opportunity to realize your dreams, I will witness your possibilities."

Dream Weaver? I have never heard of this god. He is not a righteous god, but an evil god or a resurrected god... Mr. Elf was a little puzzled, but he was not afraid or worried because it was useless in front of the gods. He even wanted to recite a poem and see the real gods.

As for Gabriella, she only remembered the words "chance to realize the dream".

So I can become a transcendent? But he should be an evil god, what price do I need to pay... Gabriella was a little uneasy. Although she was very excited, she could still feel a sense of oppression when facing the mystery. She could only force herself to calm down so as not to behave so badly.

"Next is the opportunity to choose your destiny. Choose to accept your identity. Then you can communicate with others and trade things here every two weeks, and I will not interfere." Ubemo looked at the two and said slowly.