Chapter 63 Solving the Trouble
But Yihua did not accept all the apprentices who tried to join the Illuminati.
Through interviews, he selected apprentices who had higher karma levels and whose merits outweighed their sins to join.
This also led him to reject many apprentices with lower karma levels and whose sins outweighed their merits.
These apprentices have the mentality of saying the grapes are sour if they can't eat them. Most of them complain, question a few words and then leave.
Among them, a young apprentice with a low merit value openly questioned Yi Hua because of his status as a second-class apprentice.
boom!
The young apprentice slapped the table, snorted coldly, and threatened Yihua:
"Have you thought clearly, I am a second-class apprentice, how dare you, a mere first-class apprentice, refuse me to join?"
Seeing someone causing trouble for Yihua , several apprentices who had just been rejected by Yihua and had not left yet stood not far away and watched Yihua's reaction with a gloating attitude.
"Hmph, how dare a mere first-class apprentice refuse so many apprentices' applications to join? Now he's in for a treat."
A triangular-eyed apprentice sneered and mocked.
The hook-nosed first-class apprentice on the side frowned and speculated:
"By the way, a first-class apprentice can actually hold the position of vice president? This Illuminati is probably just an inconspicuous small organization. The promised benefits It's probably fake."
Looking at the young second-class apprentice's palms pressed on the table, Yi Hua showed no emotion on his face.
Walter, the great knight behind him, tried to take action, but was stopped by Yihua.
He knew that doubts about the Illuminati's strength would happen sooner or later, but it would be better if it happened early now.
However, Yihua has no intention of hiding his strength. Excessive forbearance will only make him underestimate himself and the Illuminati.
Since others question the strength of the Illuminati, then I will use my power to be stronger than the questioners, so that others will not dare to question it again!
Thinking of this, Yi Hua instantly used his life burst, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the young second-class apprentice's wrist before he could take it back.
The young second-class apprentice subconsciously wanted to break free, but unexpectedly, Yihua's palm was like an iron pincer and could not be taken back at all.
The wizard is in the apprenticeship stage, and his physical strength does not increase much.
In terms of physical strength, a second-class apprentice is far inferior to a senior knight of the same level, let alone a senior knight in a life-exploding state.
While Yihua tightened his grip on the young man's wrist, bursts of steaming heat emitted from his palms due to his life explosion.
As the strength of Yihua's palm gradually increased, the young second-class apprentice felt a sharp pain on his wrist.
"Hiss~"
The young second-class apprentice's face twisted and he made a sound of pain.
"Why did the first-class apprentice suddenly grab the opponent's wrist? Why did the young second-class apprentice whose wrist was grabbed look like he was in pain?" Looking at the
scene in front of them, several apprentices watching the excitement murmured in confusion. murmured.
Although they already had the answer in their hearts, they were unwilling to believe it.
Until a translucent film popped out of the young second-class apprentice.
Seeing that the witchcraft shield was activated, the young second-class apprentice felt that the pain he felt was greatly reduced. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw veins popping up in Yihua's arm, and his strength instantly increased a bit.
As the strength increased, the strong shield that originally covered the young second-class apprentice's body creaked and groaned under the weight.
The stalemate lasted for more than ten seconds, and there were more and more cracks on the shield.
boom!
With a muffled sound, in the dull eyes of several apprentices around him, the shield of the young second-class apprentice shattered and turned into light dust all over the sky.
"Sorry, I'm deaf. I didn't hear what you said clearly. Can you say it again?"
Looking at the young second-class apprentice's face twisted in pain, Yihua touched his hair and pretended to be confused.
The young second-class apprentice no longer had the energy to look at Yi Hua's expression. His wrist was clenched tightly by Yi Hua, and he squatted on the ground due to pain.
Big drops of sweat dripped down his face, his face turned red and he said:
"Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong before." "
Huh? Where did you go wrong?"
"I, I shouldn't question you Illuminati, please , please let me go~"
The young second-class apprentice's voice was distorted and trembling due to pain.
The scene fell into silence, and after a few seconds, Yihua suddenly let go of his hand.
The young second-class apprentice who was squatting lost his balance instantly and fell to the ground, his body covered with mud.
After a while, when the pain dissipated, the young second-class apprentice stood up with his hands on his wrists, not daring to look at Yihua again, and left here dejectedly.
"What method did he use? Was it physical strength or witchcraft? He actually crushed the second-class apprentice's defensive witchcraft with one palm!" "Could it be that the first-class apprentice was
just his disguise? He was deliberately fishing. Law enforcement, just waiting for the moment when others find trouble for him?"
The weak little kitten in their eyes turned into a man-eating tiger the next moment.
Several apprentices who had been rejected from joining the Illuminati murmured in shock when they saw the scene in front of them.
Yi Hua glanced around. The scalps of several apprentices who were waiting to see Yi Hua's excitement were numb and they quickly dispersed, getting away from this place as quickly as possible.
After Yihua's previous revelations, the number of apprentices applying to join the Illuminati increased instead of decreasing.
Even if these apprentices were rejected by Yihua, they would not be angry. Instead, they would leave in a kind manner.
"Sure enough, once you have strength, the quality of others will improve accordingly, and unreasonable people will also become reasonable."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yihua nodded with satisfaction.
"However, it is a waste of time to recruit people personally. In order to ensure the production of second-class light therapy scrolls, I have to find a reliable person to carry out the Illuminati propaganda work on my behalf." ——That afternoon, the residence area of the second-class apprentices of the
college
.
The houses here are three stories high and can be called single-family villas, covering an area of several hundred square meters. There are even independent gardens and pavilions in the courtyard.
Whether it is the area or the internal environment, it is much more exquisite than the single-story narrow stone house of the first-class apprentice.
At this time, he was in a dim alley in the second-class apprentice residential area.
Several first-class apprentices blocked the entrance and exit of the alley, and the faint sound of angry curses from young men could be heard inside.
"How dare you, a loser like you, refuse our Freemasonry's solicitation? How shameless!"
At this time, a second-class brown-haired apprentice with freckles and a scarlet vertical pupil badge on his chest was facing the man on the ground. People were punched and kicked.
The red-haired and blue-eyed boy on the ground gritted his teeth and tried to fight back, but was knocked to the ground again by the brown-haired apprentice.
Judging from the badge on the chest of the red-haired boy, he is also a second-class apprentice.
"You were just lucky enough to be promoted to the second class, so you take our Freemasonry seriously? Let me tell you, you will still pay the 'mutual aid fee' in the future, and it will be doubled five times!" Looking at the hatred in the eyes of the red-haired boy
, The brown-haired apprentice snorted coldly and pronounced his verdict ruthlessly.
Looking at the muddy body of the red-haired boy lying on the ground, the brown-haired boy looked disgusted.
(End of chapter)