"Is there anything in Sir Lei Luo's life that must be obtained? Is there anything in Sir Lei Luo's life that must be protected?"

"..."

"Only the most shameless and sinister people can ascend to a high position. All history is the history of conspiracies. This is the most accepted view of history. However, this is also the view of history of the weak. The weaker and inferior the person, the more willing they are to believe in conspiracy theories. They like to classify everything that cannot be explained as a conspiracy. But in my opinion, a true king is definitely not an animal that only relies on intelligence and resourcefulness."

"What kind of person is a true king?"

After being speechless for a few minutes, Lei Luo finally spoke.

"A true king is a person who knows how to be happy. Not only can he feel happiness, but he can also transmit this kind of happiness. A true king gives hope to those who are in despair, goals to those who are lost, and collectives to those who are lonely. A true king needs to have extraordinary intelligence and a strong personality. and most importantly, he needs to have the strength to warm people's hearts."

When Kronin said this, he took a deep breath.

"Sir Lei Luo, you already have extraordinary wisdom and a strong personality. However, in terms of warming people's hearts, please forgive me for being blunt. You are more like a willful child."

Lei Luo swallowed his saliva, unable to speak.

"I can see from your eyes that although your gaze is firm, your eyes always tremble involuntarily. I can see from your sitting posture that although you want to appear very casual every time, in reality, your body has never truly relaxed. It is almost always in a tense state. I can see from your actions that you have never placed your palm on a person. You have always placed the back of your hand on a person. Sir Lei Luo, there is resentment in your heart that you have never shared with others. This resentment that is buried in the deepest part of your heart controls everything about you. You have become the slave of this hatred and even lost yourself because of it. You are like floating grass in the air, always moving with the wind, but you have no direction of your own. Therefore, you have nothing that you must obtain, nothing that you must protect. You do not love others, and it is difficult for you to truly accept the love of others. Sir Lei luo, compared to a human, you are more like a man made by machines."

Lei Luo, who had been pursing his lips and forcefully controlling his body, finally could not bear it anymore.

He jumped out, "Thank you for your teachings. I'm sorry..."

After saying that, Lei Luo flew out.

"Why can't you just tell him everything that will happen?"

When Lei Luo flew out, Kronin sighed, stood up, and looked towards the study.

"Everyone has a weak side in their heart. If you want to become a true powerhouse, you must first learn to face your broken heart."

A voice came from the study. It was a woman's voice. This voice exuded a lazy feeling from the bones.

Normally, the feeling of laziness was vague and approachable.

However, this voice was lazy. However, aside from laziness, there was a clear coldness that kept people away.

It was like a drop of clear spring on a high mountain. It looked clear and moving. When one reached out to touch it, one would find that it was a cold that penetrated one's heart.

As the voice sounded, a woman slowly walked out of the study.

Just like her voice, her face was languid and cold, and in her eyes, there was a look of insight and helplessness.

When people see a woman who is pleasing to the eye, they call her beautiful.

When they see a woman who is pleasing to the eye, they call her beautiful.

And some women don't get any evaluation. All they get is a sigh.

They were so beautiful snd yet so far away that there was no room for imagination.

This woman was such a woman, and people could only sigh.

However, if Lei Luo was present, he would not think too much, because he would only think of one thing—this woman was exactly the same as the woman on the cross.

"But no matter what, he's only an 18-year-old child. Maybe we should give him more time."

Kronin shook his head, unable to bear it.

"Don't get emotional easily. It'll affect your judgment."

As the woman spoke, she turned her head and looked outside the door.

"Since Mellie was able to give him 'God's time,' she naturally had high expectations for him. Although Mellie has a bad temper and is narrow-minded, she still has a good eye for people. You should believe that this young man will not collapse so easily."

"Although that's what he said, I don't know why, but when I saw him lowering his head and forcing himself to sit there and listen to me, I suddenly felt that I was very cruel."

After saying this, Kronin smiled faintly at the woman.

"Your Highness, perhaps I'm really old."

"Now is not the time for such meaningless feelings. I've already met this person. In the future, you will be the one to communicate with him. Now, it depends on whether he can survive this trial on his own. If he can, then you can continue to help and monitor him at the same time."

"Then...what if he can't get through this trial?"

The woman paused for a moment and shook her head. "No, in my opinion, he should be able to get through it. As I said before, Mellie's shortcomings are piled up like a mountain, but her eyesight is not bad. That's all. I'm leaving. If there's anything, contact me at any time."

As the woman spoke, she turned her body towards the door.

Kronin bowed respectfully and said, "Yes, Your Highness. Farewell, Your Highness."

The woman did not say anything and just walked towards the door. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and said to Kronin, "If the situation that you're talking about really happens, then take 'God's time' from his arms as soon as possible. There are only four of those. If he can't do it, we must immediately find a successor. The time until the gate of the Devil Realm opens is getting tighter and tighter. We have no time to waste."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Kronin bowed respectfully once again.

The night, the endless night, the night that seemed to never end, descended from the sky like an airtight black cloth, covering Lei Luo's face.

In the beginning, he didn't feel much. He only felt light fog-like air.

But soon, Lei Luo began to experience some breathing difficulties.