hunting light

The height of summer is over, and the mornings and evenings in Fryer are starting to turn dry and cool.

Ian also finally finished his six-week surprise make-up lessons for Leon, and anxiously sent him into the entrance examination room of Huadu Public School.

The Duke of Oran, a busy man, was naturally not present, and it was even more impossible for the Duchess to attend.Apart from his servant Mark, the only person who accompanied Leon to the exam was the "little teacher" Father Ian.

Huadu Public School is somewhat similar to the Xilin Shengguang Public School that Ian attended. It is a private school with a long history, a prestigious reputation and a top ranking in the local area.

Huadu's campus is as beautiful as a botanical garden, with old and solemn buildings. From the advanced library and laboratory buildings to the well-crafted uniforms of the students, they are all promising the parents of the students that the tuition they pay is worth the money.

Therefore, the students who can study in Huadu Public School come from either rich or noble backgrounds, and there are only very few civilian free students with excellent grades.

During this period of time, because of tutoring Leon's homework, the relationship between Ian and the Duke's family improved by leaps and bounds, and they became extremely intimate all of a sudden.

"Smart move!" Senior brother Bishop Carol was full of praise for Ian when he found out, "The Archbishop didn't miss you, you really are quick-witted and smart."

"I really want to help that child..." Ian defended.

But Carol didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand and said, "No matter what your purpose is, it's good that you can achieve the result we expect. How is the eldest son of the Duke's family doing? Did you stop teasing you?"

Speaking of his lover, Ian smiled proudly: "Leon is a smart boy."

Once Leon got serious, he immediately transformed from a playboy to a hardworking student.Although he complains habitually and likes to sarcasm, he can always complete his homework according to Ian's requirements, and he never slacks off.There was a soldierly self-discipline and fortitude in the boy, inherited from his father, that made him march forward without fear of flinching once he found his way.

During those six weeks, Leon spent almost the whole day in the priest's study, and returned to the manor after dinner every day.

As a result, the food on Ian's table quickly changed to Leon's favorite taste.Stewed mutton is almost a must-have meal every day, and Leon never gets tired of eating it.

And after drinking the refreshing mint tea, Ian would light up the lantern and send the child back to the Parthenon Manor amidst the sound of the high tide.

"I can go back by myself." Leon said, "The vicinity of the manor is very safe. My father will take people to clean the beast's lair regularly every year. And I also have self-defense tools."

The boy flipped his hand and took out a photon knife from nowhere.The sharp blade popped out with a buzzing sound, like bloodthirsty wolf fangs, which shocked Ian.

"Holy Lord, who gave this to you? How can you have such a dangerous knife!"

"This is my 12th birthday present from my father." Leon hurriedly hid the knife behind his back to prevent Ian from confiscating it. "Don't make a fuss, Father. According to the tradition of our Coleman family, a man turns nine years old." Even if you become a man, the elders will give you some small weapons. My knife is very neat."

As he said that, like showing off, the boy stretched out his hand and pulled a smooth saber flower.

The photon knife is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it rotates flexibly between the boy's slender fingers. The light is connected into one piece, converging into an ice crystal flower that blooms in the night.

Beautiful, yet dangerous.

"Stop playing!" Ian was extremely anxious, "I don't care about your family's traditions, I only know that a 12-year-old boy is not suitable for playing with such a long knife."

"I'm going to be thirteen in three months!" Leon protested.

"You can't even be 13!" Ian said seriously, and decided that he must have a good talk with the Duke of Oran.

However, when he visited the Parthenon Manor the next day, Ian was in vain.

"The Duke took Master Leon to the beach."

The seaside mentioned by the butler is not the calm bay on the west side of the manor, but a large beach facing the rapids of the ocean on the northeast side.There is a steep cliff with patches of wild pear trees growing there.The reefs on the beach are rugged, and the sand is white and golden, winding for dozens of miles.

Ian walked to the beach against the strong wind, and saw a scene that surprised him.

In the hunting sea breeze, the waves beat against the rocks, and on the beach, the Duke of Oran was training swordsmanship with his eldest son.

In this era when mecha equipment covers all armed forces, cold weapons have long been shelved by humans, and have become formalized competitions in sports games, or gimmicks used to flaunt their individuality.

But Ian could tell that the Duke of Oran's swordsmanship was superb and his moves were fierce, and even in the face of his young son, he was merciless in his strikes.

And in the face of this father's fierce attack, Leon was able to barely hold on.He couldn't compete with his father with physical strength, so his movements became more agile and dexterous.He would dodge, avoid the most important and ignore the less important, and he would also spot his father's flaws and strike back fiercely.

When he saw Leon's sword cut through the Duke's sleeve, and the Duke sent Leon flying with his sword, Ian couldn't help but gasped.

"Stand up!" the Duke of Oran roared. "Your legs are weak, and your sword hand is shaking. What are you doing these days? Are you slacking off when I'm not around?"

Leon was lying on the sand, half of his face was red and swollen, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the dark blue figure standing in the distance.

"I'm sorry, father." The boy grabbed the sword, turned over and jumped up, swiping the sword and slashing at his father.

The father and the son come and go, sword lights and sword shadows, and the swords collide with sparks.

"Pay attention to your steps!" the Duke couldn't help shouting, "Look at the angle before attacking! Pay attention to breathing——"

The boy was knocked down by his father time and time again, and he fell and rolled all over the ground, but he got up again and again, holding the sword in his hand tightly.

"Treat the sword as a part of your body, so that the sword moves with your heart, like a shadow." The Duke methodically blocked his son's attack and stood firm, "Every time you make a sword, you must have a clear goal, and don't waste a single bit of yours." True swordsmanship is not a competition of brute force and sword sharpness, but a comparison of heart. On the battlefield, you must be cruel enough, calm enough, and decisive enough. Attack decisively, retreat decisively—”

Leon was thrown out again by his father.The waves hit his head and face, drenching him drenched.

The boy's blond hair is docile, and the shape of his head is particularly plump and beautiful.He got up from the sea wetly, wiped the blood from his nose, his eyes were like a wild wolf growing wildly.

He grabbed the sword from the water, let out a growl, and charged at his father again.

Ian watched from a distance for a while, and chose to leave quietly.

He still doesn't agree with the Duke of Oran's way of educating his son, but he can feel that the Duke has buried a deep, strict and sincere fatherly love for his eldest son.His education for the child was tailor-made for him, so that he could obtain a bright and free future as much as possible as the eldest son of the concubine.

Recalling this, the bell rang for the end of the exam, and the students poured out of the teaching building.

Ian watched for a long time, but couldn't find the tall blond figure from the crowd, so he couldn't help wondering.

The convenience of being a priest is reflected at this moment.The security guards of the teaching building not only did not stop Ian, but also enthusiastically showed him the way.

"Turn right at the end, go down half a step, and you can walk around to the atrium."

When Ian came out of the stairwell, he saw several children gathered by the flower bed, and Leon's blond hair was particularly eye-catching among them.

The scene was not very harmonious.Leon looked indifferent, and was being grabbed by the collar by a burly boy.Beside them were two angry Alphas, who were whispering comfort around a sobbing Omega boy.

"What's the matter, gentlemen?" Ian walked over and recognized the sturdy young man as the youngest son of the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army stationed in Fryer Star. His name was Kent, and he was also one of Leon's deadly enemies.

Kent yelled at Ian angrily: "Father, he harassed Omega!"

"I didn't." Leon said lazily. "He came to talk to me. I just told him to get out of my way and not to block my way. He was crying like hell."

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes with a puzzled look on his face.

"How could you be so rude to an Omega?" Kent said angrily.

That Omega also raised a pear-blossoming face, and said sadly: "You pushed me."

"Because you jumped into my arms first." Leon sneered, his eyebrows raised, his face full of sarcasm.

Ian suddenly felt bad, but he stopped soon.

"It's really shameless for an Omega to hold on to an unknown Alpha and not let go. Senior, I understand that after you entered puberty, it's hard for you to hold back your desires with nowhere to vent. But please see clearly before you make a move, I You're only going to be in the eighth grade. Are you harassing underage students?"

Ian has the urge to touch his forehead.

Accompanied by the roar of Kent and the other two Alphas, the Omega boy turned from shock to embarrassment. He couldn't believe that the tall and handsome boy in front of him was actually four years younger than himself!

If other Omegas knew that he picked up a kid who was only in the eighth grade and was insulted by him, then he wouldn't have to hang around in school anymore.

Weeping, the boy ran away without looking back, and knocked the priest who was blocking the way.

"You—" Kent was furious, "How could you say such nasty things to Kevin?"

"Isn't what I'm saying true?" Leon said with a smile, "You follow him like a hot dog all day long, but he hasn't let you take advantage of it, my Kent watch Brother? And I have not yet entered the awakening period, but I can still throw myself into his arms. In comparison, you are really a waste."

Kent blushed, grabbed Leon and yelled, "You bastard—"

There was a fierce light in Leon's eyes, his mouth bared, and he punched Kent's nose hard.

Before the fist hit Kent's face, his wrist was firmly clasped.

"Stop!" Ian forcefully pulled the two of them apart, "Gentlemen shouldn't settle disputes with violent fists and kicks. You should all be ashamed of your rude words and deeds, you two!"

The two teenagers parted out panting, Alpha's combative blood surged in his chest, and both pairs of eyes were bloodshot.

"Okay, a gentleman's way." Kent took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it on Leon's face, "After the Holy Lord's return, let's have a mecha 1V1-oh no, sorry, look at me memory."

Kent sneered: "I forgot that the Duke of Oran is not allowed to own a combat mecha, not even a training mecha. So you grow up so big, I'm afraid you haven't even touched a combat mecha with your little hands?"

He and his two companions laughed.

In Leon's raised eyes, blue light surged like flowing flames.

Kent said: "Then it's fair to dive without equipment in the competition, isn't it fair? Those who lose should kneel down and apologize to Kevin, and never set foot in Huadu Public School in this life!"

Ian was startled suddenly, and was about to protest, but Leon had already taken a step ahead.

"It's a deal!" Leon shouted loudly, "And if you lose, you have to kneel down and apologize to me, and drop out of Huadu!"

Kent gritted his teeth fiercely, the veins on his forehead twitched, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word between his teeth: "Okay!"

Ian's eyes darkened for a while.