The boy was unhappy about this.
But it was of no use, because he knew that his stingy father would not spend a penny more for it.
“You think I’m stingy, but you don’t know what I’m thinking about you.”
The man narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you want to compete?"
"I'll give you this chance."
Chapter 40: The Destruction of Amiren 2
"Really?" The boy widened his eyes in surprise and saw his father nodded.
He was extremely happy because he knew that this man always kept his word and he would never bother to lie about such things, even to his own children.
But he soon realized there was something unusual about this opportunity.
“Are we moving?”
Standing at the door, the boy's face was full of confusion as he watched the man pack the few ornaments in the house into wooden boxes.
He didn't understand. It was just a change of school place, but he also had to move to a new place to live?
"The school you found for me is not in Wayne Port?"
"exist."
"Then why are we moving?"
"I'll tell you when we get to the place."
All the things were loaded onto the trailer, and the boy sat in the passenger seat, touching things left and right - he had never thought before that he would have the opportunity to sit in such a high-end vehicle, and the most distinguished passenger seat at that!
"Is this your first time riding in a horseless carriage?" a frivolous voice came from the side.
Turning around, the boy saw a teenager sitting on the left side of the driver's seat.
He was wearing a formal suit, but he had three buttons on his shirt collar unbuttoned, revealing a lot of chest skin. He also had a pipe in his mouth, and he didn't look like a good guy.
"Who are you?" He immediately became alert. "What's your relationship with my father?"
"I'm Batty Villefort." The boy gave him a "sly smile" and said, "You little brat...it seems your father never told you what kind of job he usually does?"
"I am glad to meet you, too, Mr. Villefort." The boy bowed to him stiffly. "My name is Doyle, Doyle Heidegger. It is a real pleasure to meet you."
He said "happy" twice in a row. This was because he was too nervous. He was only thinking about "being polite when meeting a gangster", but ignored how to organize his words.
"Interesting little thing." Villefort narrowed his eyes, and at the same time he heard a bang.
Looking at the rearview mirror, Heidegger had also gotten into the car.
"You'll understand when you get there," he said to the boy. "You should be proud of him."
Everything that happened next completely overturned the boy's cognition.
With his limited experience and poor understanding, it was a bit too much to ask him to immediately accept the fact that "Eric Heidegger actually works for His Majesty the King."
"Your father never told you what he did for a living?"
Delkins sat behind the table, with Doyle, Heidegger, Villefort, and another special boy in front of him.
He was said to be special because his appearance was very different from that of ordinary people. He looked completely black, as if he had fallen into an inkwell and fished it out.
"Yes, Mr. Derkins," Doyle said obediently, "He never tells it."
"Then you won't ask?"
"I thought he was embarrassed to tell me what he did for a living."
"Before today, what do you think he did?"
"Hmm." Doyle glanced at his father furtively.
"The excrement collector."
“Hahahahahahaha—” Villefort could no longer hold back and laughed towards the ceiling with his head raised.
"Very interesting." Delkins was also laughing, looking at Heidegger with a dark face, "He is very responsive and receptive. I welcome such a good seedling to join us, but are you sure you want to do this?"
"Confirmed." Heidegger said word by word, "Please give him the most severe training tasks."
Doyle soon regretted his rude remarks.
This was not as simple as just changing schools... He was taken to a place in the wilderness where he could not tell the direction at all. There he received training with a group of people of similar age, and studying was just a supplementary task besides the training.
Those people seemed to have really arranged the most rigorous training camp for him. After a few days, he suspected that even his bones had been replaced. Sometimes he was tortured by soreness at night that he could hardly fall asleep.
"Can't adapt?" A mocking voice came from the upper bunk, "If you can't adapt, just say so, and then get out!"
"What did you say?" Doyle couldn't stand the stimulation and immediately sat up, and saw a charcoal face sticking out from above.
"You don't understand how heavy the burden on our shoulders is." The charcoal boy sneered, "The safety of all mankind depends on us. We are the saviors and pillars of the future. You can't even endure this level of hardship, so you don't have the qualifications to stand with me!"
The other party was indeed qualified to say that because he ranked first in all physical tests and was even a head and a half taller than Doyle.
Doyle was determined to show him how powerful he was.
Stimulated by the black charcoal and gradually adapting to the intensity of training, his performance kept improving. After two weeks, he had escaped from the last place and steadily advanced one place every 2-3 assessments.
The only thing that bothered him was the meditation class.
He had no problem exercising or memorizing, but he just couldn't understand what meditation meant.
"He is only 6 years old. You are such a cruel father..."
"The training intensity for younger age groups isn't that high to begin with. The main purpose is to tap into Ling's talent. It's okay. He can adapt."
On the sidelines, two hidden people were talking in low voices.
"Is this the last time you come to see him today?"
"Correct."
"Are you sure you don't have any other requests?"
"No."
"I can't understand."
Villefort turned his head and glanced at his companions. "It was like that when we were in Team 17. You were always like this, as if you had no other pursuit except to fight against them."
“I don’t need other pursuits.”
"But you are a human being... don't you feel lonely? Don't you feel empty?"
Villefort was greatly astonished.
"I have that need in school. Sometimes I really wonder if you are a robot."
“Thanks for the compliment.”
"Let me guess."
The young Villefort suddenly grinned.
"Is the reason why you became like this related to his mother?"
"Oh I was kidding, I was kidding!"
Feeling the sudden sharpness of the spiritual power around him, Villefort immediately waved his hand and stepped back.
Doyle didn't notice the commotion on the sidelines.
His eyes were on the charcoal. He had already found out his name, Grim Alex.
He vowed to surpass him, or at least not be too far behind him.
"What? He's not coming back?"
After another training session and failing to see his father, Doyle couldn't help but ask the instructor to contact Villefort, but this was the answer he got.
Eric Heidegger has been ordered to carry out an overseas mission, and his return date is uncertain.
He was not a rookie. Most of the kids in the training camp were related to official agents, either relatives or descendants, or they were introduced. They often discussed and exchanged intelligence about Shadow Lions. Doyle knew very well how long the "uncertain return date" would be.
Given the vastness of Sara and the current transportation conditions, it is frankly possible that you will never be able to return in this lifetime.
He immediately fell into a great sense of loss and found it hard to accept that the last time he met his father was their final farewell.
And he didn't even realize it at the time.
He didn't even cherish...that time.
"Don't be sad, little one."
Villefort stroked his head with an air of sophistication.
"From what I know, there hasn't been any major danger during this period... Those evil followers we suppressed don't dare to show up. They should just be rotated to guard the place. It will take at least 5 years, at most 10 years. He will definitely come back to find you."
"really?"
"I lied to you like a dog."
"Then Batty, tell me the story of your school over there."
Doyle felt better.
10 years?
Although it is a long journey, he can afford to wait.
"Didn't I just tell you last time?" the young man scolded with a smile, "And how many times have I told you to call me 'Mr. Villefort'! Be respectful! Just like you call 'Mr. Delkins'!"
"But you are far worse than Mr. Derkins. The last time you came, you dyed your hair. You looked like a street thug."
"You little brat, I was wearing a hat at the time... How dare you tell on me?"
"I didn't, but if you don't tell me a story..."
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you a story about a dumb guy who had a crush on someone but was too afraid to confess."
"Is that idiot your classmate?"
"Yes, his name is Nossa Ferdinand..."
At the same time, Heidegger has already established a firm foothold in the three northern cities.
……
"Amiren was not originally an independent name."
In the small room, Hitzfeld spoke softly.
"When it was first created, it had nothing to do with other places in the North. It was simply named after the first pronunciation of the three most prosperous cities along the coast of the North."
"They are Alphonse."
"Mister."
"Lendret."
"Eric Heidegger arrived at Alphonse, the capital of the eastern coast of the North."
"He didn't know what he was going to get into here."
Chapter 41: The Destruction of Amiren III
If the person speaking was not Hitzfeld, if they were not in such an environment, and if the tone of description was so serious and low, Xia Yibing would never have believed that she could see so many clips in just a few seconds.
And judging from what the girl said, this is just the beginning?
"I never knew this..." the woman murmured.
"Alphonse, Mistel, and Rundlet... these three cities are collectively called Amiren... I have never seen relevant information in any file or archive!"
"Because it involves the Dead Silence Woods and the Death Tree." Hitzfeld thought it made sense. "Do you think they would do such a thing as rewriting the files to conceal the news?"
"You may not know how huge that resource is." Xia Yibing shook her head. "The files I have read alone can fill up three or four rooms. They are less than one-tenth of the total."
"But they can do it." She nodded again, "Oh, I should say 'we'."
"Go on, Hitzfeld, what else did you see, and what did Eric Heidegger encounter there?"
