Rod was kicked out by Mephit.
"Hey, don’t be so angry, I just touched your hand, I didn’t touch anywhere else..."
Mephit said indifferently, "Whenever I receive the orders and come over, a weekly salary of 8000 silver coins are required, not one less or I’ll return to Silver Oath."
Rod chuckled, "Don’t be so heartless, our relationship is so deep, it wouldn’t be too much to ask for a fifty percent discount, right?"
The door closed in front of his nose.
Rod touched the corner of his eye and was about to turn around when the door opened again.
Mephit handed him a large bag, filled with red stone boxes of various sizes.
"Don’t open the boxes outside, especially the Dead Soul, or not only will the activity be lost, it can also cause disaster."
Rod smiled, "You finished so quickly, your efficiency is really high, I’ll reward you with a kiss..."
He stepped forward, stepping onto the stair.
Mephit looked at him with a warning in her eyes.
But Rod just took out a crystal carved flask from his chest, inside which rippled a blue liquid.
"Marigold plum wine from 1282, it’s a discontinued version, you can’t buy it in the market, I stole... took it from Soron’s room."
Mephit did not accept.
Rod scratched his head, "What’s wrong? Isn’t Marigold plum wine your favorite drink? Although the one from ’80 is a bit more precious, I think the number ’82 has more charm..."
Mephit was silent for a while before saying, "I can’t discount my weekly salary..."
Rod laughed and said, "The gift is just a pure gift, meant to show my goodwill, don’t think too much about it."
He handed her the wine.
"Drink with confidence, it’s unopened, and there are no holes in the crystal bottle, no way to add drugs."
Mephit’s expression slightly shook, she was silent for a moment and then softly said, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you , but there were too many people like that before..."
Rod laughed, "As I said before, I am different from those sleazy men. You are certainly beautiful, but I am not bad either, look at me, handsome face, charming eyes, smooth skin, if I were to wear women’s clothing, you might not even be as pretty as me... "
From Mephit’s expression, it was the most outrageous thing she had ever heard.
"So you see, touching here and there, it’s not clear who’s taking advantage of whom... wow, this skirt is so smooth, it feels like silk, your legs are so smooth..."
The old wooden door forcefully closed in front of him, nearly trapping his hand.
Rod scratched his head, talking to himself, "Why can’t I control my hands a bit... Has the Dean’s soul caused some changes in me?"
It was also a bit strange, he felt a natural closeness to Mephit, not just because of her characteristics.
"Hmm, silver hair and silver eyes really are too attractive to me, long legs too, they feel so good, hehehe... No, the Dean is influencing me again, I should be considering the future of humanity..."
"Iron Armor Fortress is about to have a rare rest period, how should it change to avoid the previous tragedy? Is it good or bad for humanity to continue to expand outward? What exactly is the Dream Realm? How does the Spirit Realm affect the Material World? How can I use the Dream Realm to help humanity?"
In the midst of this intense pondering, Rod returned to his secret base.
Soron looked at his busted wine cabinet with heartache, wailing, "Where is my wine! Where is my treasured 82 Marigold plum wine? Goddess Olivia’s birthday is coming, where did my gift go? Which rival is trying to sabotage me?"
"Ah? Someone is interfering with me? Do I have a chance now?"
That day, Rod spent in excitement.
His high spirits made the ’Inspiration’ trigger more frequently, and he completed all the training tasks Soron assigned him today within one clock hour.
Soron exclaimed, "The power of Lord Theodore is truly miraculous, to be able to change someone with a congenital brain disability to this extent. It would be great if he could also do that for me, Goddess Olivia would definitely notice my strengths quicker."
The guy with a congenital brain disability sneered, "You might’ve been caught already."
Soron confused, "What do you mean caught? I don’t understand what you’re saying?""
Rod moved his mouth but still didn’t bring up the matter of him secretly filming the Goddess bathing and making private films.
After all, Soron had kept his promise to send him to the battlefield, and he should also keep his promise not to bring it up again.
Soron clapped his hands, "Okay, you have fully mastered the basic training of four years plus two years, as someone who mainly uses Characteristics in combat, you are qualified now."
"You may consider whether to undergo Advanced Combat Training, but more importantly, you should develop your Fire Spark, and that is not overnight work. You should first teach Kashan and the others."
"Just, when you instruct them, be a bit gentler, the students of the Top Class can hardly stand it, especially Kashan, she keeps crying out in pain."
Rod angrily said, "Can you speak seriously for once? When did Kashan ever cry out in pain? I think she’s very happy."
"Rod, you really don’t understand women, of course she won’t cry out in pain in front of you, no matter how painful it is, she has to endure..."
Soron dissatisfied, "Kid, I’ve noticed you no longer show any reverence for the authority of instructors."
Rod scoffed, "Authority needs to be backed by strength. Your prized student Teresa was defeated by me in the last battle, and inadvertently contributed two thousand silver coins to me. I won’t need to wait much longer for you, Teacher Soron."