hunting light

Leon stretched out his long legs, kicked up a stone, and flew to the beach submerged by the tide outside the woods. .

"Twelve years old is an important dividing line in life, Leon." Ian continued, his voice blended with the crashing waves, soft and long, "In a blink of an eye, you are no longer a child, but A teenager. Children can be willful and playful, and can vent their bad temper. Because there are always adults in front of you, to protect you from the wind and rain. When you become a teenager, you have to bear many responsibilities yourself. For example , planning for the future, and the ensuing struggle.”

"You are such a preacher, Father." Leon sneered softly. "Saving the common people is probably your hobby. No wonder you are engaged in this industry. I bet your parents can't stand your nagging."

"I have no parents." Ian said, "I am an abandoned baby."

"Oh." Leon hesitated and scratched his nose.

Ian laughed, stretched out his hand, and touched the boy's soft, silky short blond hair for the first time.

Leon's head was already higher than Ian's shoulders, jumping like a bamboo shoot after the rain.Ian felt that within two years, the child would be taller than him.

"I am a lucky person blessed by God." Ian said, "The year I was born, the planet was experiencing turmoil and famine. Many people were displaced and precarious. At that time, Archbishop Xiali accompanied the Holy See Charity Society to inspect the refugee camp. He said that every morning when he got up, he would see several children abandoned by their parents at the door of the church."

"Then you are among them?" Leon asked.

Ian nodded: "In the black market, a male Omega can be sold for a pretty good price. In many places, the rich and powerful like to raise male Omega, because as dolls, they have strong tolerance and can also be used as reproductive tools. But my parents didn't exchange me for a ticket to leave the planet, but put me at the door of the archbishop. God gave me to them, and they couldn't give me a better life, so they sent me I gave it back to the Lord."

The priest's white and slender hand held a small rice-shaped cross-shaped frame on his chest, and with his index finger, he drew a circle along the circle representing "remembering the mother planet", and whispered a prayer.

"I am the lucky one among the lucky ones. Archbishop Xiali only selected three children from this batch of abandoned babies and brought them back to the Holy See in Xilin. The rest were left in the local orphanage. I have never been released since I can remember. Hungry and cold. The Holy See Charity Institute has strict discipline, but life is stable and generous. If I stay in the orphanage on that planet, I will probably have to go out to work to support myself when I turn 14."

Leon walked along the path like a puppy, kicking stones.After a while, he turned his head and glanced at Ian.

"Well, I can understand why you believe in the Holy Lord so much. After all, you are indeed a person who is deeply favored by his light."

Ian smiled: "And you too, Leon. You are especially favored by him."

The blond boy smiled disapprovingly.

Ian said: "You are a smart boy, Leon. You have a good memory when you read, and you learn everything very quickly."

"What do you know?" Leon snorted.

Ian looked at the boy's handsome face tenderly under the warm yellow light of the wind lamp: "Although you never paid attention in my class, I did pay attention to you. Keen observation is one of my strengths .You flipped through your theology book on the first day, and I bet you memorized it all. That's why you don't even bother to listen to my lectures."

The blond boy pursed his lips and turned his eyes away.

Obviously, Ian's estimate was correct.

"Extraordinary memory often only appears in Omega, you are special." Ian said earnestly, "As an Alpha, you are obviously also a child favored by God."

While talking, they walked out of the woods and walked into the lawn of the manor.In the distance ahead, a mansion with lights on appeared in sight.

The night is like a quilt, covering the vast sea and the countryside. The Parthenon mansion standing on an open grassland is like being on a lonely and desolate planet. It is a lighthouse on it that guides the passing spaceships.

"Please try it, Leon." Ian's voice was soft but full of strength, "Put aside your inner resistance and mania for a while, try not to think about the neglect and injustice you have received, and focus on In terms of studies. Believe me, this is currently the most effective way to change your destiny for you."

Leon walked beside Ian silently, his eyes looking into the distance reflected the lights of the place he called "home".

"Your father is a duke, the lord of this planet. You never have to worry about money." Ian said, "This has made you much better than countless people of the same age outside the manor. People come to this world For those who suffer, many sufferings will accompany us throughout our lives, and you are no worse off than others."

Leon said in a muffled voice, "I'm not a hypocritical person!"

"Of course not." Ian smiled, grabbed the boy's shoulders, and climbed up the sloping grassy slope with him.

"A good memory is not equal to a true understanding and application." Ian said, "Now is no longer the era of cold weapons. If you are not well educated, let alone piloting a combat mech, I am afraid that you can't even be a mecha maintenance engineer. Blindly Cheng Yong is so strong, then you can only be a person who lives by working hard for a living. But in today's world where mechanical servants are popular, human strength is the least valuable thing."

"I know, you don't need to be long-winded..." Leon was impatient.

The young priest smiled, rubbed the boy's blond hair again, and held his thin but muscular body in his arms.

At the back door of the mansion in the distance, the cook Martha is standing under a street lamp, anxiously waiting for her young master to come home.

"Go." Ian stopped and let go.

Leon took a few steps and looked back at Ian.

"'Huadu Public School' said that if I can pass the entrance examination next semester, they can consider me going back."

Ian raised his eyebrows: "Then you need a tutor. Is your father planning to hire one for you?"

"He didn't think I could pass the entrance exam."

"I'll talk to him," Ian said.

"Okay." Leon waved his hand, "But if you are going to be tempted by him again, I may not necessarily save you."

"I didn't..." Ian tried to argue, but the boy had already galloped away like a little beast.

***

The christening of the duke's youngest son, Chris, took place on a scorching hot summer day.

The entire central city is like diving, jumping from the gentle early summer to the scorching midsummer without any warning or excess.

The Duchess is like a manufacturer eager to show off its newly developed products, holding the lawn reception after the christening ceremony like a grand product launch.All the dignitaries who can be ranked high in Friel are invited to come to pay their respects to her most outstanding products.

Aristocrats with different titles, knights, speculative securities dealers, bankers, transport predators, large planters, popular stars, athletes, and the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army stationed in Fryer... …

Ian's senior brother, Bishop Carol, is even the godfather of baby Chris.

The lawn of the Parthenon Manor became a sea of ​​joy.White pergolas are set up one after another, decorated with platycodon flowers and ears of wheat that symbolize health and abundance.The long tables are filled with delicious food, the champagne towers are filled, and the chocolate fountain is constantly gushing.

The Duke of Oran, like all the nobles, does not like to use AI mechanical servants, but can afford to hire human servants as a representative of his identity.But today, a mechanical waiter band also appeared in the manor, playing and singing, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

The floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the study isolate the noise and heat waves on the lawn.The cigar was burning quietly, and the ice cubes in the wine glass clicked softly.

"So, what do you mean?" The Duke shook the ash, bit the cigar in his mouth, and looked at the blue-robed priest sitting across from him.

"Please allow me to make up lessons for Leon." Ian said earnestly while holding a teacup, "Time is already very tight, there are only six weeks before the start of school, and he still has a lot of homework to make up."

"Don't bother." The Duke waved his hand, "I'm already planning to send him to Root Academy."

Ian was startled: "I'm sorry, Duke. That's a semi-military school, right?"

"Isn't this suitable for that kid?" The Duke sipped his wine. "He's going to join the army in the future. It's good to get used to it in advance. 'Huadu' is not suitable for him."

Ian has urgently researched the schools on Fryer Star in the past few days. He knows that although Root Academy is also a private school, it is ranked below the top [-]. It is dedicated to accepting those rebellious teenagers. tame them.

"Please don't do this to Leon!" Ian realized the seriousness of the problem, "He shouldn't just be abandoned like this. He is only 12 years old, still growing and changing, it is too much to define him as incurable now." early!"

"With all due respect, Father," said the Duke, "I certainly believe in your theological attainments, but..."

"I have a teacher certificate for general subjects." Ian had been prepared and took out the certificate. "I have dual master's degrees, one is theology and the other is pedagogy. I know I am very young and not very persuasive, but I am assisting one Seventh grade students should be able to do it."

The corner of the Duke's mouth twitched: "You really came prepared, Father. I found that you are very concerned about the dog. Is there any special reason?"

"Leon is a very smart kid!" Ian glared at the irresponsible father, "I can see the bright spots in him, I can see his potential. He just needs to be loved, Lord Duke."

"Love..." The Duke turned the wine glass, showing a misty and mocking smile, "This is really a word that is rarely heard in this family."

"Give him one more chance, my lord." Ian begged, "Let him come to me for tutoring, anyway, it's summer vacation now. If he can't pass the entrance exam, then, let's think of another way."

The Duke snorted and exhaled a puff of smoke.

The children were talking and laughing, passing by with two newest mechanical beasts, and saw the blond boy standing outside the study door with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, Leon, have you been punished by your father again?"

"I heard that you beat Kent in rock climbing with your bare hands. Have you picked the king of rock shells yet?"

"Kent said you cheated."

"He's farting!" Leon glared viciously, "That chicken can only lick my feet in this life!"

"Did you really pick that rock shell?" An Omega girl obviously had a crush on this handsome, tall, blond young master.

She walked over cautiously, showing a shy and delicate smile: "I believe you can do it, Leon. Can I take a look? Are there any pearls in it?"

Leon stared up at her.

Just then, the door of the study opened, and the young priest came out.

The girl blushed, and before Leon could answer, she turned around and ran towards her companion.

The children burst into laughter and ran away.

"Your friend?" Ian looked at the children going away.

"That's not it." Leon said indifferently, "I don't need friends."

"Nobody needs friends," said Ian. "It's not a joy to be alone."

"Whatever, Father." Leon pouted, looking at Ian through his messy bangs, "What did the old man say?"

Ian smiled slightly, brimming with joy of victory: "You can call me teacher instead, my young master."

"Oh." The boy didn't see obvious joy, he just nodded, turned and walked out.

Ian followed behind him with a smile: "From tomorrow, you must come to my study on time at nine o'clock in the morning and bring your photon board and textbooks. I will draw up a study plan for you. In the next six weeks Here, we have a lot of work to do."

"It's up to you." Leon looked indifferent, and suddenly backhanded, throwing a white thing towards Ian.

Ian looked down.A thumb-sized pearl twirled in the palm, white and moist, round and natural.

"This is……"

"The booty of rock climbing," Leon said, "could be regarded as tuition fees. Old men are not the only ones who have money."

"Thank you." Ian took the pearls generously, "But I haven't heard you change your mind yet."

Leon's mouth moved back and forth, his eyes rolled around, but he refused to fall on the priest's smiling and handsome face.

The two stood by the door leading to the outside, the sunlight poured into the corridor with billowing heat waves, and shone on the mosaic floor tiles, and the dust floated in the light.

"My ears are still waiting, Leon."

"Okay." The boy raised a pair of blue eyes from behind his messy bangs, looked at the priest, and finally called out, "Little teacher."

little teacher...

An arrogant child stubbornly refuses to fully recognize the authority of the other party, insisting on emphasizing his own sense of existence.

little teacher...

Ian opened his eyes from his drowsiness, and had the illusion of a dream for a thousand years.