"The extraordinary ability of the Son of Wind?"

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"Float".

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Eve's ability to make herself float... It sounds like it's not very useful, but it's actually very developable.

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With the growth of the order, this ability is likely to develop into 'flying'.

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Aldridge has never heard of the "mystery" of "Son of the Wind", and does not understand the characteristics of this "mystery".

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Is it the more manic type?

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Will there be a strong backlash?

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All unknown, the Ring of God cannot answer such a very subjective question.

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It is inevitable for Eve to become a Beyonder, but the premise is safety. Aldridge even wanted to capture another black gold beast for Eve - this kind of "mystery" has almost no backlash, and the user experience is excellent.

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Now... it can only be said that everything came too suddenly, and Aldrich was not prepared at all.

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The little guy has been hiding.

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Eve didn't know when she found out that she had this ability, but instead of telling Karula, she told Aldridge that this kind of tender and beautiful trust made him happy and sad.

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Maybe in her heart, it's not a good thing to be able to float, but it's weird and out of place.

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If Aldrich wasn't a Beyonder, Eve would have kept it secret...

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Aldridge put aside all kinds of thoughts, comforted him for a while, and finally teased Eve's smile again.

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"Eve, are you willing to help me?" Aldridge said to Eve.

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Eve nodded without hesitation.

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At 11pm on Monday night, Sunderland, Dylan and Michaeli arrived at the Mystery Mansion on time.

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"Good evening, Mr. Black Mamba. Good evening, Dylan." Michaeli greeted Sunderland respectfully, looking a little shy when he looked at Dylan.

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Sunderland and Michaely didn't know each other very well, so they just nodded steadily, while Dylan replied with a smile, "Good evening."

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"Dylan, are you injured?" Michaely felt that Dylan's walking posture was a bit strange.

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"Well, I wasn't careful when I was out on the mission..." Dylan said embarrassedly, he could have avoided being hurt.

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"Is it serious?" Michaeli asked anxiously.

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"After using the medicine, it won't affect it. It will take a few days to heal." Dylan touched the wound on his chest and smiled.

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"Is Tina good?"

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In order not to worry his sister, he hasn't brought Tina back from Michael.

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Michael nodded, smiled and said, "Very good, she is very worry-free."

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Dylan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."

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Sunderland said solemnly, "Go ahead, Mr. Tutor is still waiting for us."

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He was actually very excited in his heart, like a child who was eager to be praised, but he had to maintain his image in front of the two of them.

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Two Jabbar soul guards armed with huge axes and spears opened the gate of the manor, and the three walked in one after another.

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When they came to the main hall, the three finally saw Mr. Tutor again. However, what was different from the past was that beside him stood a little girl in a white dress, with black hair and a silver mask.

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Who is this?

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The three of them came up with this idea at the same time.

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"Mr. Tutor."

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As they approached, everyone bowed respectfully and saluted.

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Aldrich in the dark mist chuckled and said casually, "Sit down."

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He no longer wears a gorgeous and noble black dress, but a simple white shirt that suits the seasons. Under the dark mist, his posture is relaxed and freehand, but it makes people dare not be presumptuous.

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Sunderland and the others sat upright, waiting for Mr. Mentor to speak.

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What they are most curious about is, who is the little girl?

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Sunderland watched the little girl get very close to Mr. Mentor, a strange emotion flooded her heart, and she was pressed down in an instant, while Dylan was guessing that her relationship with Mr. Mentor should be very close.

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Mickey was thinking, could it be Mr. Mentor's daughter? Hmm, are all the teachers married...

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Aldridge could naturally see what they were thinking, and he didn't give a shit, and said, "Introduce you to a new member, she's Vivian, my 'assistant'."

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The little girl is undoubtedly Eve, but Aldridge can't call her by her real name, the risk of exposure is too high.

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As for the outside, Aldrich made changes as much as possible. For example, her hair was originally brown and curly, but now she is temporarily dyed black with black grass juice that does not hurt her hair.

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The emerald green pupils are also covered by the pale blue glass on the mask.

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Eve, also known as 'Vivian', according to the etiquette taught by Aldridge, she gently lifted the little skirt with both hands and gave a ladylike salute.

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Sunderland, Dylan, and Michaely stood up together and said politely, "Miss Vivian."

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"Assistant"? This is a very close term. It would be great if I could be the tutor's assistant.

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Sunderland respected and envied.

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Dylan and Michael are simply respectful, even if the other is just a little girl who is only about 1.4 meters tall.

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Eve stood quietly beside Aldridge, without sound or movement, like a beautiful statue of a girl in the orange lights.

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Aldridge tapped the table with his finger to draw everyone's attention back, and the black mist turned to Sunderland.

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"This task is well done."

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Sunderland was slightly excited, and forcibly restrained, "Yes, Mr. Tutor."

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Aldridge whispered, "Vivian."

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The little girl nodded slightly, raised her right hand slightly, and a simple wooden box on the wall behind her rose out of thin air and landed firmly in front of Sunderland.

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After simple research and demonstration, Aldrich discovered that Eve's ability to "float" is essentially an ability to control air, which can not only carry itself, but also other objects with air.

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Eve, who can 'lift' herself, lifts a light wooden box very easily, almost effortlessly.

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Sunderland didn't open it, he hesitated, "Mr. Mentor, this is..."

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Aldridge chuckled, "The reward for the task."

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"But you've helped me a lot, that's what I should do," Sunderland said excitedly.

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Mr. Mentor waved his hand gently, swaying with black mist, and said plainly, "When we sit here, the bond that keeps us is 'order'."

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His eyes swept over everyone present, and continued, "He must exist and must exist."

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"You will get what you pay for, and you will lose if you fail. That's what it should be."

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"As for some of my 'payments'," Mr. Mentor chuckled, "I have already gained something."

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Three loyal followers, is there anything more worthwhile than this?

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"Vivian~lightnovelpub.net~ The little girl raised her hand again, and another wooden box flew up and landed in front of Dylan.

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Sunderland and Dylan looked at each other and bowed at the same time, "Thank you for your gift."

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Aldridge said softly, "Mr. Black Mamba."

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"Yes."

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The black mist turned to look at Michael, and when she was nervously swallowing, the teacher said, "Take Miss Michael to visit an elder for me."

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"What did you say?"

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Vivian waved her hand, and an open wooden box floated in front of her, with a beautiful piece of art inside.

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'The chanting of the wind spirit'.

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