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Liz just smiled and said nothing more.

After several seconds, Lavana suddenly realized that Louise was special; although she was an artificial superhuman, her aura was very similar to that of a natural superhuman.

Louise may not be as special as her, but she is definitely very different from ordinary artificial superhumans.

And what did Liz mean by telling her this alone?

do not know.

But at least it shows one thing: Liz knows that both she and Louise are special.

Was it a coincidence that three special people were grouped together? Lavana didn't think so; it was clearly intentional.

What did the Persians intend to do to them? Lavana wasn't sure. The only thing she was certain of was that the Persians weren't planning to use any forceful measures; otherwise, they would have acted long ago, even before they officially entered the training camp. After thinking it over, Lavana decided to talk to Ronan over the weekend and see what his plans were.

The training camp officially began the following day.

It started with a speech.

First, the principles are announced: in order to ensure that every student achieves the best possible result, during the course, students must either obey like soldiers or unilaterally break their contract and leave. Violation of these principles is not allowed, nor is passive resistance, offering opinions, or seeking special treatment.

Then, they started talking about some old, outdated things.

Everyone possesses a magical foundation. For mortals, this foundation is static, stable, and completely closed, weakening over time. For extraordinary individuals, however, it is dynamic and stable, capable of growing stronger. For extraordinary individuals, the soul—that is, the magical foundation—and the physical body can interact.

While the mental instability of artificial superhumans is partly due to the incompatibility between the graft and the magical body, the main reason is that adverse physical reactions are reflected in their mental state.

Therefore, the training camp focuses on special physical training combined with transplanted organs, with mental training as a secondary focus.

The trainees already knew this long passage; after all, the training camp had been running for so many years, and they even knew exactly what they were training and how to train.

But no one will learn on their own, because the key is targeted personal guidance during the process.

That's why everyone came here.

Chapter 1162 Key to Training, See You Next Week, Get Up Early Tomorrow

Each artificial superhuman has a different problem.

However, it is not easy to accurately identify this problem on your own.

These problems are easily identified by the instructors at the training camp.

The Persian training camp is better at identifying errors than correcting them.

Therefore, making money is a very secondary goal of running this training camp, and helping people from other countries is even less likely.

The main purpose is to collect different "faults" from different artificial superhumans. These faults can enrich the database, and perhaps one of these faults will be helpful to a certain research at some point.

Persia itself only had a few types of grafts, and the error rate was very low; they couldn't find any strange or unusual faults in their own people.

That's why this training camp was established.

The speech was short and ended quickly, after which the training officially began.

The first thing they did was queue training.

Similarly, after so many years of running the training camp, many trainees know that this is what they start with.

But some people still couldn't help but complain that it was useless.

Finding someone with "mental illness" is of course useless, because the purpose of drill training is to cultivate obedience and enable trainees to better follow discipline, thus saving them some trouble later.

The instructor reacted indifferently, then called for preparations to begin corporal punishment.

Sure enough, it happened. There are always people like this every year.

The physical punishment for superhumans is certainly not running a few steps or squatting a few times, but rather directly using a magic gun to knock them down, causing their magic to become temporarily disordered and unable to circulate their superhuman power normally. Then, they would pick up an iron rod thicker than their arm, swirl it around, and beat them hundreds of times, firing two shots at the same time, until the person's skin was torn open and their flesh was bruised and mangled.

Anyway, for a normal superhuman, this kind of injury will heal in a couple of days. So, half a morning and a whole afternoon were spent on formation training.

I returned to my dorm room in the evening.

The rant began.

Even if you understand that there are reasons and considerations behind this pointless queue, you still have to curse. How else can you vent your frustration? You've spent a lot of money to come here, only to be ordered around like this. As a superhuman, of course you're not happy about it.

“Ravana, aren’t you going to say something?” Louise asked.

“Uh, well, maybe I’m just used to it,” Lavana replied.

Louise then began to probe indirectly, "By the way, how did you meet the Frenchman while you were a servant to the nobles of Ross?"

Lavana replied indifferently, "That's how we met."

This sentence immediately shut Louise up.

Louise secretly decided that during her week off, she would thoroughly search through books and inquire to see if she could find any information. After all, the Kazakh Khanate was adjacent to Rus', and Lavana must have served a high-ranking nobleman; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to get acquainted with the upper-class French. If that was the case, then she must have become a servant of the Rus' nobleman through official channels.

Meanwhile, Liz, who remained silent, was thinking about other things.

Did that man send Lavana here simply to learn? Or was there another purpose? If so, is that purpose related to why her father sent her here?

After that, two more days of drill training were conducted.

Two days later, the real training finally began.

Three days later, we'll have a holiday.

After leaving the training camp, the three went their separate ways. Lavana arrived at the house Ronan had bought and began talking about her experience at the training camp as soon as she entered. The training content was secondary; the main thing was her two teammates and roommates.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

Ronan said, stroking his chin.

According to the archival materials left by Luo Chenghao, Lavana's adoptive father was one of his former collaborators.

In other words, Lavana, this artificially created human-demon hybrid, is a product of their experiments.

Although the mysterious person could not be said to have control over Luo Chenghao, he had been in contact with him and provided guidance at key points.

Now, Manar and Mushir have been listed as suspects.

So Ronan released Lavana as a test, a way to alert the enemy.

Interestingly, there were others who deliberately placed special individuals under the noses of Mainar and Mushir.

Who is behind Liz and Louise? Are they connected to the mysterious figure?

Problems arose one after another, and the situation became increasingly complicated.

"Um, what's next?" Lavana asked, waiting for Ronan's instructions.

“When you get back, tell them you’re treating them to dinner next weekend. Falek and I will come along too,” Ronan said.

Regardless of who is behind Liz and Louise, let's first look at what makes them so special.

Ronan himself might not be able to see anything special, but Falek, who can see into other people's souls, should be able to find out the specific abnormalities in the other person.

“Oh, okay.” Lavana nodded.

"Remember to go to bed early tonight and get up early tomorrow," Ronan said.

"Huh?" Lavana was confused.

Ronan chuckled. "What 'ah'? Sunday is your shift. You have to go back to training camp on Sunday afternoon, so of course you have to do it in the morning. Don't you want that?"

“Of course I want to,” Lavana replied immediately.

Once, her husband went to serve in the army, and as a wife, she was left alone in her empty house for months on end. She would only occasionally masturbate, and her sexual needs were not particularly strong. But ever since Ronan did it for her, every night she would have to squeeze her legs together and feel uncomfortable holding it in for a while.

"I'm going out. You can eat by yourself." With that, Ronan left the house.

Saturday night belongs to Faith.

We crossed the mountains and arrived at the shore of the Caspian Sea, an inland saltwater lake.

Ronan and Faith set sail in their boat to go fishing.

During the voyage, Ronan told Faith about Lavana's situation.

“I don’t think either of them are the mysterious person,” Faith speculated, “but there’s a high possibility that they’ve had contact with the mysterious person.”

"Well, we'll make our next move after Xiaofa sees what those two special students are really like," Ronan said, then sighed, "It seems the mysterious man's target isn't just me."

"Ha, hopefully it's not one of them," Faith remarked with a touch of melancholy.

She didn't have children of her own, but she watched those children grow up, and ultimately she didn't want to see a situation where fathers and sons, or fathers and sons, kill each other.

Ronan took out his fishing rod. "The possibility that it's not one of them is getting smaller and smaller, but it doesn't matter. In a long life, you always have to lose something. And it's a good thing that I can still care about these things now."

“Indeed, if there’s no emotional fluctuation at all, it’s no different from being dead. I almost died once,” Faith said with emotion, casting down her fishing rod.

For some reason, Ronan was particularly lucky this time, catching fish one after another without even taking a break.

But with so many fish coming, Ronan lost interest and lay down in Faith's arms.

Before he knew it, Ronan had fallen asleep.

Faith remained motionless, quietly watching Ronan's sleeping face, a smile appearing on her face. This man seemed much more easygoing, but the sharpness in his heart was actually greater than before.

By no longer playing political games, Ronan has essentially broken free from constraints. While he may appear unchanged, he is actually revealing another side of himself.

Chapter 1163 Red Hair, Green Eyes, Black Skin, White Fur: Quotes and Scanning

A week has passed in the blink of an eye, and it's Sunday again. At noon, everyone has arrived in the private dining room.

The restaurant's private rooms have a very traditional style, with a large square table covered with a carpet featuring an ornate and intricate pattern. There are only cushions, no chairs or stools, so people sit on the cushions and have to take off their shoes and put them under the table. In the middle of the large square table is a low rectangular table, so you have to bend over and stoop to eat.

Because of the heat, an ice bucket was placed at each of the four corners of the square platform to keep the room humid and cool.

Lavana was hosting the dinner. She sat at the head of the table, with Ronan and Falek to her right and Liz and Louise to her left.

Lavana typically wears dark brown semi-sheer stockings, which clearly show the muscle lines of her calves.

Liz Ronan had seen her before. She had ginger-red, fluffy curly hair, with two strands in the front and a ponytail in the back. She had straight, thick, dark eyebrows, bright green eyes, and a few small rabbit teeth. She had the look of a pretty, preppy girl with a schoolgirl vibe, but her temperament was somewhat bookish.

Wearing white, sheer stockings, only a small section of her thighs above her knees were visible, but it was clear that her thighs were quite fleshy, while her calves and entire feet were surprisingly slender. Thick thighs and thin calves created an unusually erotic effect.

Louise's appearance caught Ronan's eye. Lavana said she looked like a Raga, but she didn't mention Louise's striking pale blonde hair. She had dark skin and white fur!

Her legs were covered in sheer flesh-colored stockings with a slight satin sheen. These stockings covered her skin, which was a shade darker than wheat, like a thin layer of translucent syrup spread on a light-colored, silky milk chocolate, making it exceptionally tempting.

Louise was stunned when she saw Ronan, because Ronan looked remarkably like the Ronan in the largest painting in the corridor of her manor, where he was sitting and standing. The only difference was in his demeanor. The Ronan in the painting had a sharper, more piercing gaze, making one think of how he once held all of France in his hands. The man in front of her, on the other hand, seemed more approachable, but he was not without his own captivating charm.

“Ronan, the one from Lavana, um, you know.” Ronan introduced himself first, then pointed to Falek beside him, “Falek, the one too.” Ronan introduced Falek, making no attempt to conceal their relationship.

"Hello," Falek greeted, her smile as warm and friendly as ever.

“Liz,” Liz replied.

Louise took a while to come to her senses, still somewhat dazed. "Louise, oh, your name is Ronan?"

“Yes, but there are many French countries with that name now, aren’t there?” Ronan asked casually.

Louise nodded. "Um, has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like Ronan?"

"No, actually I left France when I was very young and have been living in the New World ever since." Ronan's lies came out of his mouth without hesitation.

“So that’s how it is,” Louise said. She had wondered how someone who looked so much like Ronan and was so talented could not be famous in France. So he was from the New World.

Just then, the appetizers arrived.

The tableware consisted of ornately decorated small metal dishes filled with caviar, with a few thumb biscuits placed beside them. The beluga whale caviar was quite good. Next came a soup, tomato and shrimp soup with saffron added. The soup was rather thick, and frankly, quite strange, but it was alright.

"How did you meet Lavana?" Louise couldn't help but ask what she considered to be an impolite question.

Ronan casually replied, "I was traveling the world, and we met in Ross. By the way, I heard you're a descendant of the Golden Eagle Dynasty royal family?" Louise was unexpectedly shy in front of Ronan, completely unlike her usual self. "Well, actually, my family is roughly on the same branch as the Duke of Rhine." "Oh," Ronan responded, then joked, "So you also have royal blood from the Weyland family."

The Duke of Rhine was Louis, the youngest son of Ronan and Ambrina, who married the princess of Wieland.

"Uh." Louise was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but grab her stockinged calves tightly with her hands.

Then, one of the main courses was served.

Lamb stewed in an earthenware pot, served with baked flatbread, and a small porcelain plate.

The clay pot is bright orange-red, and the mutton is stewed until very tender. You can tell from the smell that a lot of spices have been added. To eat this, you pour the stewed mutton paste from the clay pot into a small porcelain plate, and then tear off a piece of thin flatbread. That's right, it's the way to eat Indian porridge.

Ronan was in charge of getting information out of them.

Falek was in charge of observation.

Louise was talkative, always finding something to say even when she had nothing to say. Ronan learned a lot from her very quickly, and in just a short time, he knew more than Lavana, who had spent a week with her.

Liz was not talkative, not because she was taciturn, but because she was reluctant to talk about personal matters. When it came to the topic of supernatural theories, she was about to launch into a tirade of erudition, and if Louise hadn't interrupted her, she wouldn't have been able to stop.

After the mutton stew in a clay pot, sweet tea with some dried fruits like raisins was served, mainly to cleanse the palate.