Chapter 5: The Mentors of Reinhardt
The castle of the God's Nest was just like the impression given by the mountains of Georgia, dark and depressing, as if misfortune lurked everywhere. Inside the castle, which was made of huge black rocks, there were narrow, dark passages as complicated as spider threads, leading to rooms that were swaying with dim ****. There seemed to be whispers everywhere, but if you pricked up your ears carefully, you couldn't hear anything. A cold wind drifted down the passage.
Each child had their own separate room, a small space that was no more than two meters high, about three meters long, and a meter and a half wide. Ann cursed angrily when she saw this room, ''This is simply a coffin! No, even if it was a coffin, it would still be a bit more comfortable than this room! At the very least, the person sleeping in the coffin doesn't have to turn over or walk for miles!" Then, one of the Light Flame Legion's Light Wolf Knights who led the way simply kicked An into his room.
Carefully closing the thick like wooden door, Reinhardt surveyed the room that would be his own for an unknown number of years in the future, and let out a contented sigh. "At the very least, there's a wooden bed here, and, like the orphanage, the bedding is clean ...... Also, there are no villains like Barnt here, and although Bishop Hal and the others appear to be aloof, they're actually very kind people, too." Reinhardt, always easily satisfied. But yes, for a small six year old child who had grown up in an orphanage since childhood and had been bullied by the older children from time to time, a safe, seemingly solid room and a clean bed, no more bullies, what else would he be demanding?
Falling to his knees and following the standard prayer ritual, Reinhardt folded his hands over his heart, bowed his head, and whispered in a childish child's voice, "Thank you, Most High God, for all that you have given us ...... Please, God, let Father Dekler be in good health, and Father Bobby be happy forever, so that the next time he goes to the bar for a drink, he won't be caught red-handed by a priest again!"
Looking up, with the light of the dim candles in the room, Reinhardt saw the words carved on the bedside by who knows who with a pocketknife: "Steadfast Faith, in hell I look up to heaven and feel the warmth of God's light!" It was followed by the inscription, Harlem, on the day he received his appointment to the Arbitration of the Court of God.
"Faith, my faith, will it let me leave here with honor?" Staring at that one sentence for half a day, Reinhardt clenched his fists and whispered, "No matter what, I will succeed. God, would never abandon a believer who is incredibly steadfast to him. I am God's child, God is my father, father, will not abandon his own child ...... Father Dekler, you said that God is the father of all people, and that the child with the strongest faith will be favored by God. Well, I'll be that lucky! Isn't that so?"
With a soothing smile, looking at the black bread that sat on the table, that had served them as dinner, Reinhardt lay back in his *** with satisfaction and closed his eyes. The bumpy journey had left him with no appetite to eat anything.
Suddenly, inside the darkened passageway outside, there was an angry growl, "You liars! You said that dinner is on the table in the room, but is such a tiny slice of black bread enough for me? You cheapskates, I want red sausage, bacon, pie and cake with matcha! You cheap bastards, you liars! I'm not having this bloody black bread!" There was a loud 'thud' as what appeared to be the room's like wooden door was smashed.
An incomparably exasperated voice snapped out, "An, it's you again you rude brat, asshole, do you still want to attack us? Although we are the lowest level Light Wolf Knights, but the difference in strength between us is the same as the green sky and the dirt ah!"
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The big heart to climb up to go, from the doorway outside towards the inside to see out, bad to see Ann was five light wolf riders ruthlessly pressed in the world before a beating, as if to throw the rags as thrown back to his own room. I don't know what An's body is made of, but he immediately jumped out of the room again. With a furious growl, the five Light Wolf Knights seemed to have grabbed a small door of pure steel from a corner of the passageway, and before throwing An back into the room again, they directly fitted the steel door under the doorframe!
''Bang, bang, bang,'' with the fervor of a frenzied gorilla, Ann swung her fists wildly toward that steel door. A Lightwolf Knight with a visibly swollen piece of his face angrily roared, ''An, you bastard, don't let you fall into my hands! If you're assigned to do combat training under me, I'll teach you what respect means!" Stomping his foot hard, he droned, "Just take your time and smash this door, it's specially imported from China as bulletproof armor for main battle tanks, it can withstand the impact of small thermal weapons, just smash it hard!"
The five disheveled, wolf-faced Knights of the Lightwolf slunk away from Ann's doorway as a number of children peered at them. Vaguely, Reinhardt can hear their muttering voice: "Hal villain really is not wise ah, actually mention after the 10th place customized such a steel door, is then which outside can block this pervert? The living, his pure physical strength, seems to be much weaker than you guys! Look to go, this year's batch of newcomer's quality, false partial good it."
The darkness of the night crept by in the roar of An's unyielding 'beating' of that steel door, and the early hours of the morning arrived. With several Light Tiger Knights sitting at attention, dozens of Light Wolf and Light Leopard Knights and an equal number of Sanctuary Priests walked briskly, calling out the children's names.
A first class sanctuary priest without a long black beard and benevolent eyebrows went to Reinhardt's door. "Reinhardt, go over there, will you my specialized instructor Merlin. Everywhere except for physical training, other times, I shall learn from you what I have no need of." He took a gentle look at Reinhardt and smiled in a very bad way, "A westerner's blood? False or not a hitchhiker, well, as my mentor, you'd still be false without very little pressure."
Holding Reinhardt's hand, leading him down the dark passageway to the outside, Merlin said as he walked, "My strength is actually only at the level of a third class Holy Church Priest, but my insights, however, exceed the knowledge possessed by the black-clothed Holy Church Bishop, the white-clothed Holy Church Bishop, as well as the vast majority of the red-clothed Holy Church Bishops, so I have been specially assigned as your mentor. " He smiled as he looked at Reinhardt, as if he had found something very challenging to work on, "Your IQ, it's really a very impressive statistic, heh heh heh, I, Merlin, however, still don't know if I'm qualified enough to be your mentor."
Look at this at least no hundred years old priest, Reinhardt respectfully said: "Your IQ is nothing, and then small wine barrel, if it is not loaded outside the aged wine, also whether there is no value it. The value of a cask lies in the quality and quantity of the wine within it, not in the cask itself."
Dumbfounded, and looking carefully to the right and left passages, Merlin quietly crouched down, brought his old face close to Reinhardt's, and asked in a low voice, "Great God, have you sent me a child with the same interests as old Merlin? Then old Merlin should be careful, my bottles of wine can't be stolen and drunk by this little doll." Skimming his mouth, Merlin hummed, "A good analogy, your brain is the barrel, the higher the IQ the bigger the volume, while my knowledge is that aged wine, only when your brain is filled with wine inside, you are a truly valuable person."
After a pause, Merlin did not have the bad breath to say: "Can, Reinhardt, under my information, did not specify whether I am a big drunkard, can that kind of analogy, can I how to think out?"
Looking at Merlin's gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate everything, Reinhardt had a moment of weakness, and honestly said, "These, is, is, is what Father Bobby told me when he was drunk. He, he ......"
Merlin suddenly small realization like 'oh' a sound, violently stood up to go, fiercely patted on his head, outside the mouth loudly hummed: "Original go so, should have thought of this, whether I am a big drunkard, to my age, has long been alcohol poisoning, this brain will be wasted. " Grabbing Reinhardt's hand and leading him down the passageway to the back, Merlin grunted, "Maybe we should suggest that the entire parish of Little Ruhr be reorganized? If the upper clergy are not all drunkards, it would not look bad for the image of the Court of God if word got out."
Rectify? Wouldn't that mean that Father Bobby wouldn't be able to touch a glass of wine anymore? He would be very sad. Thus, Reinhardt raised his head and asked very seriously, "Can't the lower clergy drink? Then, then why can Mentor Merlin collect wine again? Could it be that Mentor Merlin merely collects wine but never drinks it?"
Dumbfounded once again, Merlin grunted out two hot breaths out of his nose, looked at Reinhardt without bad breath, and drank through clenched teeth, "Reinhardt, shut up! It is not permitted to bring up any more issues with wine no open!" Vaguely, you can see Merlin's lips in front of the beard darting quiet, Reinhardt even suspect that he heard a hallucination, he heard Merlin in a high voice cursing, "deserve to live, should have known that teaching a too smart and too *** big doll, not whether a bad play thing! Hmph, can after all, you old Merlin whether the God's Nest one of the oldest ten people, even if this doll is difficult to teach, but also to send difficult and down! Is then you old Merlin will not be Hal, Durant, Kafen and their three old not live ridicule it?"
Carefully, Reinhardt asked curiously, "Mentor Merlin, why do you call Lord Hal and the others old and undead? Could it be that they are, in fact, older than you?"
Merlin jumped fiercely in fear and screamed, "Don't I know that eavesdropping on people's speech is very impolite? I this monster big doll, how can I hear you speak? Can I say false words, my ear power false than the wild dogs outside the mountain forest is even worse, well, yes, Hal they are even younger than the old Merlin thirty less years old, can it be because of their power is too weak, so, do not show old just."
Learning Merlin's appearance suddenly realized like 'oh' a sound, Reinhardt just about to speak, Merlin but again blowing his beard and glaring towards Reinhardt reprimanded: "Reinhardt, you monster doll, the old Merlin told you, in the future, no matter what you hear me say, see what I do, are not allowed to tell anyone else! Otherwise, hmmm, old Merlin has got to make it fun for you." He squeezed his eyebrows and tried to make a fierce look, but he was just a little too charitable and cute, and after half a day of tossing and turning, that odd ghostly face could only make Reinhardt 'haha' laugh.
Sighing helplessly, Merlin completely gave up his efforts to make Reinhardt fear himself, he said helplessly, "Poor old Merlin, why did I accept so few disciples, there is not a single person who will respect me? Alas!" Drooped and pulled Reinhardt to continue walking backward for about three hundred meters, Merlin suddenly pushed his hand under the wall next to him, a portal appeared under the wall audibly, he grabbed Reinhardt with one hand and flashed back to that room.
Reverse-legging the door to the room, which was disguised as a wall, and kicking it shut, Merlin grabbed Reinhardt and quickly made his way to a log bench, tossing him casually onto it. Reinhardt honestly sat down on that bench and looked around at the ****-lit large room, and couldn't help but marvel, "Gods, so many books!"
No, books, there are countless books! This room at least no two hundred meters by two hundred meters, low at least in one hundred meters right left, everywhere no bookshelves, everywhere no books pile, everywhere no books table. Book, book, book, everywhere is not book, Reinhardt sitting under the bench, feel the eyes behind a sea of books, as if that have law counting books, bias towards their own fell up, to bury themselves dead in that pile of books outside the same!
A long breath, Reinhardt was completely shocked, he looked at the standing there full of complacent smile Merlin, respectfully said: "Mr. Merlin, you, you are really too great, so many books, you read through so many books, no wonder you have so much knowledge!" The shock in Reinhardt's heart, needless to say, that study of Father Dekeler's, added up to only five or six hundred books, but here, at least there are millions of books?
Merlin originally complacent smile suddenly disappeared, full of face are not have than the embarrassment. He coughed a few dry laugh: "God ...... great little God said to you, you can not lie! So, Reinhardt, this outside the book, Merlin only read half!" Under the face full of no frustration, Merlin hopelessly sighed to: "Merlin is not no very clever person, spent nearly a hundred years of time, also only read this outside half of the book, can, even if no such, Merlin also already no the entire divine court most uneducated a few people!"
Gradually, he became glowing again, and boasted towards Reinhardt: "Reinhardt ah, lovely little friend, the books here are not the books that can be bought with money on the market ah! All the books here are very old and very precious, and many of them are even unique in the world! As long as you can read all these books, you will definitely become the greatest scholar in the Divine Court! At that time, even if you don't have any combat power at all, you will at least be able to become a white-clothed Holy Church Bishop."
His big face collapsed violently, Reinhardt looked at Merlin dumbfounded, and said whether he was shocked or not, "You? Read all the books outside of this? Can you, you, it took you a hundred years to read half of it, how can you, how can you?" Suddenly thought that maybe he used to forever have to stay in this room holding a book and memorizing it alive, even if the faith in God whether there is more than firm, Reinhardt also almost cried out! Could it be that he had to grow old in this small room?
A cold voice suddenly appeared in the room: "Merlin, do not scare him." The cold wind whistled out of nowhere, white, as if diamonds like brilliant ice crystals slowly fell from the ceiling. And in the midst of that thick cold air, a crazy heat rose to the sky, and in a flash of fire, a man shrouded in a strange black robe appeared out of thin air.
Merlin shouted in exasperation, "O God, a thunderbolt to strike this deserving fellow alive, Harlocks, do I want to destroy these books?" His body emerged under the thick golden light, want to that full of cold air and fire gathered up, can be very obvious, he and this called Harrods between the virtual power of the gap between the small, his golden light just issued, immediately was shocked into smithereens, even his low body, but also a violent shaking on the quiet, almost sat down on the world.
A four-finger wide, four-foot long, without the slightest bit of decoration, incomparably traditional, a bit dull, without the slightest bit of eye-catching light, a long sword cut out of thin air. With a 'snort' of a fine wind whistling sound, a thread, a wisp, and a layer of golden light shot out sharply from the blade of the sword, collecting all of that cold air and fire, and then digesting it into nothingness. The longsword disappeared, and by Merlin's side, a middle-aged cleric who was just as ordinary as his longsword, without the slightest flash of light, had taken up residence.
Looking at Harlocks, who was constantly letting out a sinister laugh, and then at Merlin, who was blowing his beard and eyes, the middle-aged cleric revealed an equally standard, but characterless smile under his face. "Reinhardt, I am bad. Harlocks no is the only minor master of the four superhuman faculties in the Dark Temple of the Court of God. Well, maybe if you just tell me that he defeated four first class black-clad bishops of the Sanctuary at the same time, I might have a deeper understanding of his false power ...... For the past six years, he has been responsible for triggering all of my supernatural potential and leading me to lower my power." His voice, too, was whether or not equally uncharacteristic.
Pointing at Merlin again, the middle-aged cleric introduced, "Merlin, the most famous erudite of the Divine Court, the head of the Divine Lair Think Tank, and also the chairman of the Divine Court's diplomatic department. His public rank is only a First Class Holy Church Priest, but in the Divine Court's Dark Temple, he is the Fifth Elder of the Council of Seventeen, and his position in the entire Divine Court is just below His Holiness the Pope, as well as the other four Dark Temple Elders. His symbol is the God of Wisdom! He is responsible for teaching you everything you need to know and imparting to you all the experiences he has perceived."
Merlin laughed triumphantly and squeezed his eyes towards Reinhardt, "Hal and the others are indeed a little younger than Old Merlin, but can Old Merlin be their superior, can Old Merlin not be lying to me! Reinhardt, the old Merlin never go not cheat people!"
Harlocks said coldly, "Because those you have deceived have been vaporized by the Arbitration, and no one has corrected you, my dear Lord Fifth Elder!"
Merlin rolled up his black eyes, skimmed his lips, and suddenly hemmed and hawed a few times towards Harlocks. Harloks seemed to immediately advance three steps forward as if by reflex, and a slow and sudden mass of wind curled up behind his body, making a sharp cracking sound. Merlin sighed, shook his head, and sighed again, ''Harlocks, why are you so loose? Is old Merlin going to step in and hurt me?"
The originally kind-eyed Merlin suddenly changed his temperament, from the unfathomable spring-like amiable old man, to an incomparably cold, stern, and even with a little bit of cruelty, with a presence like the God of Ice and Snow that made it impossible for people to get close to him. The cold light in his eyes, as well as the sudden change in his aura, caused Reinhardt to tremble and almost scream. Merlin nodded with satisfaction, his thin, dry fingers gently tapped on Reinhardt's nose a few times, and said coldly, ''Reinhardt, as the head of the Divine Court's diplomatic department, this is the first lesson taught to you, never believe everything your eyes see! Even more so, don't believe what your ears hear!"
The middle-aged cleric, who could almost be ignored, continued his ancient introduction, "As for you, Arbitration Elwick, you are responsible for teaching me how to embrace no divine power, how to use it, and, how to ineffectively, cleanly, and without attracting anyone's attention to destroy the enemies of the Divine Court for the first six years of this year."
Merlin turned into that smiling, cute, amiable old man again, and he gently took a step forward, and Elvick immediately took three steps back as well, pulling himself away from Merlin. Merlin gave a disgruntled glance towards Elvick, his face filled with a kind smile, ''Reinhardt, look how much we are prepared to pay for you! A member of the Dark Temple's Elders, one of the only supernatural masters, and the Arbitration Institute's Deputy Arbitrator, but all of them came to this desolate mountainous region for you, and are prepared to accompany you here for six wonderful years!"
Reinhardt had long been stunned with fear, the Dark Palace, the Dark Palace Elders, the Deputy Arbitrator of the Arbitration Institute, these unheard of terms, had already made the clever than he was, he should have encountered a remarkable character! Could it be that these lowly people, who belonged to the core of the entire Divine Court, would be willing to condescend to be their mentors? Are they all crazy?
Gently shaking his head, a gentle golden light flowed from his body, enveloping Reinhardt in that warm light. Merlin said with incomparable love, "Reinhardt, you have to understand, since Dekeler, is that inferior priest called Dekeler? Ever since Dekler reported to us that your IQ, may be several times that of a normal person, we have noticed you ah! Otherwise, what makes you think that Theodos, the venerable Bishop of the Black Church of the Holy Spirit, a man of great honor and power, would have tested you himself?"
"What is the least important thing in the twenty-seventh century? Talent, and talent that is not loyal to you! And I, Reinhardt, am not that top-notch person who has received the favor of the gods!"
Merlin looked at Reinhardt with affection, as if he were an old drunkard seeing a rare wine. "With absolute loyalty to God, an intelligence that is twenty-five point seven two times that of a normal human in terms of specific values, and all the potential of superhuman energy, Reinhardt, you are simply an incomparably precious mine of energy! Do you know how many years it takes for an extreme material ...... en, extreme genius like you to appear?"
Reinhardt looked at Merlin and the others dumbfounded, the outside of his head full of whether or not glue in general, "God, could it be that you are falsely so precious, falsely worthy of being looked down upon like this by them?" Reinhardt now outside the heart, can only be used to describe the sincere fear, his heart outside full of gratitude, thanksgiving emotions, for God and the divine court that thankful **, has reached the extreme point, see that the deficit in the heart outside the huge small happiness, is about to break through his chest to burst out.
Elvick looked at Merlin who was there wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and immediately added: "Geniuses with an IQ exceeding fifty percent of the normal human population, we have discovered seven thousand three hundred people within the past one hundred and fifty years, but those who possessed supernatural potential amongst them were but one hundred and forty-two, of which there was only one person, Lord Harlocks, who possessed more than two lines of superhuman potential. " A hint of self-satisfaction could not help but appear on Harlocks' gloomy face.
"The earthly talents whose IQ exceeds a hundredth of a hundredth of a normal human being, with the imaginary power of the Divine Court, only one hundred and seventy-nine people were unearthed, of which the number of people who possessed no superhuman ability ability was No Zero!"
"IQ exceeding two hundred percent of normal people, seventy-five people, no one possessing supernatural abilities."
"Those whose IQ exceeds three hundredths of a percent of normal people, two people, have superhuman abilities."
"And within the past one hundred and fifty years, the Divine Court has discovered thirteen thousand people born with superpowers of the first lineage; only eleven hundred people of the second lineage; none of the third lineage; and only one person of the fourth lineage, Lord Harlocks. And all of the superpowered people possessed an IQ that was merely close to that of a normal human. And many of them, even the muscle-controlled brain types, don't have any intelligence to speak of at all!" A cold glint flashed across Elvick's eyes, and he said in a good-natured manner, "Just like your companion An, who represents the intelligence level of more than eighty-five percent of the natural superpowers in the Divine Court!"
Reinhardt was dumbfounded, according to the data that Elvick had told him, then, in that case, wouldn't he himself be the most, most outstanding geomantic talent in the Divine Court's hundred teenagers?
Merlin coughed, Elvick immediately closed his mouth, and very carefully took another step back. Merlin grunted, blew his beard, looked at Reinhardt with a smile, and said gently, ''So, Reinhardt, you can see how precious a person with a superhuman IQ and great superhuman potential is to the divine court! Especially, nowadays, the top echelons of the Holy See are all from those people that Elvick mentioned just now, so how can we not send the best and most appropriate people to teach you?"
Starting from a complete darkness, because he was not the rarest of the rare geniuses, that was why the Divine Court sent out the most elite group of tutors to teach him. This was all God's will, wasn't it? Reinhardt looked up and down, loudly appreciating God's grace. Only if it was possible for God to allow such an ordinary orphan like himself to have such amazing talents! Who else but God could have done this?
Merlin, Harlocks, and Elvick looked at Reinhardt praying with satisfaction, their faces all had a satisfied look of 'children can be taught'. For these core figures of the Divine Court, talent was certainly valuable, but a talent that was absolutely loyal and even fanatical was what they needed. Merlin genuinely revealed a happy smile and whispered to Harlocs, "His Holiness is truly too wise, who else, could be more loyal than these children who grew up in the orphanages run by the Divine Court?"
Harlocks smiled cautiously and big-heartedly, echoing Merlin's comments.
After praying incoherently and upside down towards the sky for a full ten minutes, Reinhardt's forehead was covered in cold sweat before he finally stopped in exhaustion. He 'huffed' and gasped for breath, looking at Merlin's three with incomparable admiration and excitement, and said in the most reverent tone: ''Lord Merlin, Lord Elwick, Lord Harlocks, from today onwards, Reinhardt obeys all of your teachings! Everything, for the glory of God."
The three clergymen immediately solemnized their faces, nodded their heads, and said, "Everything, is it for the glory of God. May God's light shine throughout the universe!" With that, there were no small strings of praise and scandal to God, as well as overly boastful words to Reinhardt.
It was a full ten minutes before Merlin coughed a few times, interrupting these glowing and wonderful words.
Pulling out a large white cowhide-covered notebook from the outside of his narrow sleeve, Merlin flipped it open and looked at it, nodding his head, "So, from this point forward, Reinhardt, I'm going to be taught by the three of you individually. I want to set up a precise realization, that is, whether I am a more outstanding genius than them, so I will enjoy more superior treatment than them. The three of you will tutor me alone, while the other children, can a dozen of them, will be taught by a team of priests! Of course, is this because they are not as good as me, so the treatment is not as good as me ah!"
"Every day, you need to attend the other children's, initial exercise of their physical fitness classes. And the rest of the time, when they are in culture classes, you receive individual tutoring from us." Merlin flipped through his notebook, nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's really great that you've already received all the lessons up to the eighth grade in the orphanage, then there's even less of a need for you to waste your time like that group of ordinary geniuses, you're a genius among geniuses, and you deserve to enjoy your unique treatment."
The first lesson of the three tutors, whether or not it instilled absolute class consciousness outside of Reinhardt's nothing-as-black-paper mind! Absolute elitism! Absolute hierarchy!
Inside the house full of rare books, Reinhardt's tender voice resounded, "I'm better than them, so it's only right that I enjoy all the privileges."
Merlin, Harlocks, and even whether or not Elvick, who acted nothing as thick and light and simple as a rock, all revealed a satisfied smile.
"He will definitely become the most dazzling figure in the next hundred years. He, like the sun, will shine over the entire world, allowing the light of God to spread over the entire earth, and thus making the entire universe, tremble! ...... May the light of the great God always shine on this child. All, for the glory of God." It was night, and Merlin discreetly wrote such words of praise in his notebook.
