"Woof!"

The nameless beast, or now the left protector of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult, made an excited sound.

Its brain's thinking ability is actually not proportional to its body, so for the time being it is unable to understand what the Left Protector is.

But this did not prevent it from showing its genuine happiness. At the same time, another question appeared in its mind:

What should I do now?

In the exotic beast LAN opened up by Fran, the left protector conveyed this message.

It was a rare occasion that Fran read a message but didn't reply.

Because she doesn't know either.

Although Fran's intelligence exceeds that of ordinary beasts and humans, she does not have much experience in command.

As for this left protector, he even lost his head in a battle, so it can be imagined that he is not a guy with high combat effectiveness.

If we rashly let it help us preach, on the one hand it will not succeed, and on the other hand it may arouse the vigilance of the external mycelium biofield.

After much deliberation, Fran finally gave her order:

"Your mission is to obey my orders and follow me to continue preaching. Of course, you only need to carry me on your back. You don't need to do anything else."

The left protector did not think there was anything wrong with this order. After all, he could not understand what missionary work meant.

The dog-like beast quickly became familiar with its new identity as a mount and began to move Fran around in silence.

Not all exotic beasts are suitable to become believers of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult, otherwise Fran would be the first to transform the three-headed wolf that was defeated by her.

With Fran's current energy level, she can only use blood to purify the injured monsters. Their infection level is relatively not that deep, and they will be more mentally depressed, making it easier for her to use illusions and blood to manipulate them.

Fulan rode on the left guardian and wandered among the beasts, looking for the next prey...

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Inside Hope City, Lin Qingliu was conducting psychological counseling for the Fresnel team.

The five members of the team were actually quite unremarkable. After all, Lin Qingliu had a general understanding of what had happened and had even provided some helpful advice.

Although the five members of Fresnel's team escaped death many times, they did not face the same moral dilemma as Jinmo did, so they did not accumulate too much pressure psychologically. They just simply expected a peaceful life.

In the single room, Lin Qingliu and Wang Xiao smiled at each other and synchronized some known information.

It had not been long since the last time the two met for psychological counseling, and Lin Qingliu could feel that the other person did have more motivation to move forward.

As for other aspects, although he has reached the third energy level, there has been no obvious changes in Wang Xiao's appearance.

If he, who is already a double-door refrigerator, becomes more muscular, it will always feel like a deviation from human aesthetics.

And it was the first time that Shi Jin met his boss's boss.

Although she herself knew nothing about this, Lin Qingliu obviously knew this girl very well.

This made his work go exceptionally smoothly, and the puppeteer and the beacon department were not much different from Shi Jin. They had all met each other before, and such a relationship saved a lot of necessary pre-preparation for psychological counseling.

Finally, Lin Qingliu came to the single room where Fresnel was.

Unlike the other four teammates, this super-powered person who can control light looked a little pale at this time.

He was leaning against the bed, his lips were a little chapped and there were obvious bloodshot eyes.

This is the weakness brought about by being possessed by a puppeteer, an unavoidable weakness from the inside out that cannot be alleviated by rest or medicine alone. The only way is to rest.

"Mr. Ethan, we meet again."

Lin Qingliu placed his handbag on the side of the sofa. Since Fresnel was lying in bed at the moment, the sofa was naturally left to the visitor Lin Qingliu.

"Long time no see, doctor. I'm glad to be alive and see you."

"Me too, I wonder how your book is going?"

Talking about the problems during the last treatment, Fresnel showed a self-deprecating smile on his face:

"To be honest, I've even started looking up dictionaries again in the last few months. I think the last time I used one was when I was in primary school..."

“So how’s your book progressing?”

"Well, still in the first big chapter..."

"I'm so glad to hear that. I always believe that slow work produces fine results."

Lin Qingliu still had his signature smile on his face:

"When the book is completed, please send me a sample copy. I will definitely read it and feel the spirit of the old era."

Lin Qingliu's simple polite words were indeed effective. Fresnel, lying on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, as if he was fantasizing about his future as a great writer.

In fact, before entering the room, Lin Qingliu had already prepared the topic.

If Fresnel's book was in trouble, he would say that slow work produces fine results.

On the contrary, if Fresnel wrote very quickly and was about to finish the book, Lin Qingliu could praise him for his writing skills. After all, as the person who raised the question, he would not let down his team.

Just like that, the two chatted about writing books and some things in the old era. The distance between them seemed to be shortened a lot, and they were able to discuss more issues.

As the topic got deeper, Fresnel's face showed a serious and resolute expression:

"Doctor Lin, there is something I would like to ask for your opinion on. Of course, this may not be within your professional scope, but..."

"I understand. Just tell me."

Lin Qingliu spoke in a gentle tone, and he already had some guesses about what Fresnel would say next.

Without mind reading, Lin Qingliu certainly couldn't accurately predict Fresnel's topic just by observing micro-expressions and chatting.

But he knew very well that when Fresnel showed that expression, it meant that something had been decided.

When facing a psychologist, what Fresnel needs is not advice, but unconditional support.

“During this overseas exploration, I became deeply aware of my own shortcomings.

"When we were escaping late at night, I had imagined countless times that I could strengthen my night state at the cost of weakening my daytime abilities.

"But there are no such good things in the world. If they hadn't carried me through until daytime, perhaps everyone in the team would have already...

"After this lesson, I feel that I am not suitable to continue to serve as the captain. When my body recovers a little, I plan to report this matter to my superiors."

"oh?"

Hearing the unexpected answer, Lin Qingliu raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Although it may involve confidential information, I still want to know who you want to succeed the captain?"