Chapter 4, Summoning Drum

Oh! Aimee sighed as she raised her voice by an octave, covering her chest, which was inexplicably puffed up. "I am truly moved. How humble and ordinary I am, yet I have received the favor and consolation of Lord Louis. It must be my sincerity that has touched him..."

Louis nodded

Clearly, Galilei is also a standout in this regard

Poor Evan stared with his mouth agape at the two people in front of him, completely at a loss for what to do.

Gale fell silent for a moment, shrugged, and slowly pressed the accelerator, driving the car into the garage: "Well, that's a good argument; I am somewhat persuaded."

John's body has little resistance to medication, especially anti-inflammatory drugs, which have a remarkable effect on him. Amy discovered that in just a little over a day, the inflammation symptoms of his severe wound seemed to have greatly alleviated

"Trust me, Aimee, you are anything but ordinary." Gal interrupted him—how many humans can there be in this world, equally terrifying whether as men or women? "What about Mr. Smith?"

I apologize for having looked through your clothes without your permission. I assume that is the attire of the Sword-Wielding Priest, correct? Louis said while observing the other person's expression

Did you just say that you are a temple instructor

Aimee flirtatiously winked at him—this action was not so simple, considering that at least one pound of false eyelashes were glued to his eyelids: "Lord Louis, have you come to comfort the poor little Aimee who has been working hard all day?"

Oh... John's gaze fell upon the mark, his expression softened, revealing a hint of a warm smile. "The scholar holding the harp, you teach history and the study of the Difu type.

Gale glanced at the young man in the back seat through the rearview mirror—he was his little apprentice for the coming year, looking as tense as a tightly drawn string, with an expression that suggested he was on the verge of breaking down. Gale also cast a pained glance at his old friend sitting beside him, who wore a serious expression, and cleared his throat, attempting to lighten the atmosphere: "Uh, Mr. Gorado, is it?"

At that moment, Gal's phone suddenly rang, the ringtone being a very urgent drumbeat

"When the call of the drum sounds, the hunters known as knights will crawl forward even with their last breath." Louis looked at him and suddenly recalled this saying.

Louis lowered his head, looking at his friend who was mostly gentle and courteous—few knew that this suave "photographic writer" was actually a natural hunter, strong, calm, ... capable of delivering a lethal blow when facing Difu, and ... . ... In fact, he was particularly cautious and suspicious.

"Is it! Evan? Gorado is reporting to you, Mentor Shaoden!" The young man who was called immediately straightened his back like a coffin board, and at that moment, Gal thought he was going to stand at attention and salute or something.

Louis hesitated for a moment and said in the same light tone: "There are too many doubts surrounding him. I cannot ascertain his background at the moment, but... the thread of Aro never lies, do you remember? It is a thread that solidifies at the most beautiful moment of sound. On a person whose heart is filled with conspiracy and malice, the thread will turn into a stagnant black."

"Call me Amy, Lord Louis." Amy blew him a kiss

You can call me Gal. Gal shrugged and said, "Don't call me 'mentor', it always reminds me of the old face of the archbishop, which looks like an orange peel."

Louis scrutinized him and found him surprisingly young... and handsome

And standing next to him, Mr. Evan Golardo probably did not have the courage of a bird, as the "kind-hearted" Mentor Gal went to park, resulting in his first-ever "two-person world" with this devilish instructor, his face pale and tense, his calves trembling as if he were about to lose control of his bowels.

Louis lowered his sleeves—clearly, the person before him was familiar with the emblem of the temple

"A convenient communication tool," Louis said as he pressed him back down, "Now, sir, please lie back down—Berg, the therapist, please come over and take a look at him

"He fell asleep, or perhaps fainted, who knows?" Amy shrugged, "I must say, this guy has an incredible amount of energy. As soon as his fever subsided, he attempted to embark on his adventures in your house, showing a keen interest in your toilet, even trying to stick his foot in it to see what would happen—of course, I firmly stopped him. So, I put a little sleeping pill in the water he was drinking, and finally managed to knock him out. Now he is stripped down and obediently lying on the bed."

"May I ask ... ... " Louis began to speak, but before he could finish his sentence, Gal barged in with an unpleasant expression.

Evan blushed slightly and, like a mosquito, hesitantly called out: "Please call me Evan, Director... Gal."

I am stating a fact that the sun rises in the east, the source of nightmares, Instructor Megelt

Louis maintained his impassive demeanor without the slightest change, and he said flatly: "I thought 'Amy' was a female name, 'Mr.' therapist."

A bird landed at Louis's feet, probably attracted by the robe he was wearing. Boldly, it shook its slender legs and jumped onto the shoulder of the most fearsome instructor in the temple, chirping away with its ignorant tail raised high.

A man's arm fell out from under the blanket, his skin pale but muscles firm, with several scars of varying depths. Louis bent down to take a look and thought that if he were a time traveler, he must have come from before the construction of the barrier, that is to say... at least from before the time of Archbishop Aldo

Gale drove the car into his own yard, stopping to let Louis and Evan, who had been forgotten for half a day, get out.

There are various types of instructors in the temple, each adorned with different emblems on their sleeves. For instance, the emblem of the combat instructor is a long spear, the emblem for the defensive magic array is a shield, and both the pharmacologist and the healer share the emblem of a leaf.

Louis fell silent after speaking, exchanging a glance with Gal. After a moment, he said: "I have already written to report this matter to the Archbishop, and he should be back soon."

The liaison in the scheduling office is responsible for assigning each task and coordinating the work of the hunters

They are all familiar with this. It is said that in ancient times, the temple used this drumbeat to convey urgent tasks and summon hunters. This tradition has continued to this day, transforming it into the ringtone for the "Temple Dispatch Office".

Aimee's expression changed: "Priest?"

Louis : `` ... ... ''

John was not surprised at all; the "scholar holding the harp" is typically held by the most learned individuals. If he does not even recognize the attire of the sword-wielding priest, then the temple must be on the verge of closing its doors.

He looks very young, I think he might even be younger than me, said Gal

"It's nothing, just a phone call." Louis held his arm, preventing him from knocking off the IV drip, "Louis? Magelt, I am the instructor of the temple, it is an honor to meet you, sir"

Those who have been brought down by the charm of beauty, and who are so deeply asleep that it is difficult to awaken them with words, can surprisingly be roused by the sound of drums; this must stem from some deeply ingrained habit

"Kelsen has encountered an incident," Gal said, pressing his thin lips into a line, his tone slightly urgent. "The badge indicates the location is in Sara State."

Most importantly, the priest who has held this position for over twenty years will undoubtedly have his name embroidered on his ceremonial robe

"You had better show some respect," Louis said with a stern face as he pushed Amy aside, lightening his footsteps as he entered the room, lowering his voice to say, "Given that the gentleman lying here is very likely an unknown sword-wielding priest of a certain order of the temple."

Louis turned his head, his cold blue eyes gazing at him: "Are you vying for favor, the flower protector, Instructor Xiao Deng?"

It is hard to imagine, "Gale did not go in, arms crossed over his chest, looking into the room. "However, I believe Louis's judgment has its own basis."

As Louis walked in, the person lying on the bed seemed to sense his approach keenly, frowning anxiously and unconsciously beginning to stir. However, due to the effects of the sedative, he ultimately did not awaken.

Gale walked into the hallway to answer the phone, while John, who was unconscious on the bed, suddenly struggled to wake up. His gaze was still dazed, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his whole body tensed unconsciously: "Summon the drum..."

Every hunter, upon graduating from the temple, receives the first lesson from their mentor: "At all times, maintain a high level of vigilance and caution; if you do not wish to immediately take your bedding and go to the great dormitory in Adorath to sleep."

"Who exactly are you?" Louis furrowed his brow

Gale: "Ahem."

It is ... ... yes, I am sorry, Instructor Megert

John lay on the bed, his head resting on a soft pillow. Although weak, he seemed to be somewhat awake. He glanced at Louis, illuminated by the strange "mushroom" light from the bedside, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Mr. Megelt?"

John's light brown long hair fell down from his shoulders. He was merely stirred by the summons and had not truly awakened, sluggishly looking at Louis in front of him. After a long pause, he finally asked somewhat ambiguously, "Electric... what about electric?"

Indeed, Gal glanced at him sideways, especially after enduring the torment of an instructor with the surname Megert, one would come to understand who the true gardener is

Louis rolled up the cuffs of his seemingly ordinary suit, revealing a harp emblem inside

Louis inadvertently cast a glance at him, and Evan resembled a chicken with its neck pinched, comically stretching his neck and freezing in place. Louis exhaled through his nose, thinking that if the power to determine graduation were in his hands, he would ensure that a waste like Mr. Evan would never set foot outside the gates of the temple for a lifetime

Regardless of whether he is a hunter or a sword-wielding priest, the era of peace will never afford him such numerous "medals"

He glanced outside through the lowered car window, the lenses on his nose obscuring the light in his eyes. The relaxed and warm smile on his face suddenly vanished as he quietly said to Louis, who was standing by the window, "Given the information we have at this moment, do you think this person is trustworthy?"

The meticulous historian sighed inwardly, once again lamenting that this truly is an era of peace and decadence

Fortunately, the two individuals did not pay much attention to the uncomfortable person in the back seat. Louis lifted the robe sealed in the evidence bag, carefully observing it through the sunlight, the beautiful Aro thread flowing in the light like mercury: "Aro thread, the most beautiful silk in the world. I just did a brief check, and historically, there have been three wars that shook the Temple, only one coincided with the Archbishop's resignation, presided over by the sword-wielding priest in battle robes, although that esteemed priest was already seventy-six years old at the time."

How is it that these countless hunters, who have been ravaged by therapists, are still alive?

"You are quite lucky, kid," Louis sneered. "Your half-baked mentor knows very well how to be a babysitter. If you are willing, you can also learn the alphabet song from him, but I fear this guy is not very good at teaching you anything else."

Gal: "... ..."

Louis, who was lost in thought, was startled by his loud voice. He silently turned his head to glance at him, and Gal noticed that the boy's neck visibly shrank a little—Instructor Megelte truly had a formidable presence: "Neither of us is deaf, Mr. Gorado"

Twenty minutes later, Gal had arranged a guest room for his timid novice apprentice and sent him off, before leading Louis to the mysterious Mr. Smith's guest room. Just as he was about to knock on the door, Amy unexpectedly came out from inside. Louis instinctively took a large step back, skillfully dodging Amy's desperate lunge as she acted like an ostrich.