MTL - The More They Object, the More It Means I Did the Right Thing-Chapter 70 The most advanced way of pain (thanks to the leader of Veraju

 Chapter 70 The Top Way of Pain (Thanks to the leader of Veraju!)

 The next day.

 The small town of Seidian is filled with rain.

The cold rain beat on the old damp tower, and the water droplets slowly seeped into the castle along the walls. The ivy swayed its shadow outside the window sill, and the firelight of the fireplace cast a shadow on the faces of all the saints.

 At this moment, there is still a meeting belonging to the saints being held.

The person presiding over this meeting is Knight Rosen of the Temple of Order. He has the status of Priest; sitting next to him are the top leaders of the Druid Sect and the Alchemy Church, who are priests and viscounts respectively.

 This fortress is also the residence of Viscount Sedine.

Every day is just a cycle of four o'clock and one line: canteen, bathroom, dormitory, classroom.

 This is also nonsense.

 The only public restroom is only open twice a day for fifteen minutes each time.

 “Hello, Senior Ansu!”

his solemn speech immediately attracted applause and cheers from the saints, who all lamented that this is what saints should be like.

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 The rain stopped at dusk.

 According to the scouts’ investigations in the past few days,

The person who said this was none other than Alice Sean, Viscount Sedien, the number one scholar in the Alchemical Church. She was wearing a dark aristocratic spun dress and had a delicate face.

The second-level seniors, most of whom were infiltrators, all regarded the Ansu trio as the Sharp trio of the first team.

 The pain and pleasure alphabet school, the naked Nantong excitement school, and the leaking and shameful men and women school.

 Rosen's tone gradually became more passionate, "We will definitely do it too!"

 There are many believers inside.

 There is no communication between the inside of the stronghold and the outside world.

 They have not yet reached the extreme level of research on the way of pain, and they cannot think of a way to do it.

　　If this procrastination continues, Ansu and the other three will only end up with zero points.

 The shortage of manpower is secondary.

The Esoteric Cult stronghold probably has several hunting dogs, and they can smell a strong scent.

 Not even a fly can fly in.

 Should we be in harmony with the saints outside?

Faced with this helpless situation, we can only rely on the despicable means that border people are good at.

In the past week, the names of the Three Masters of Pain have spread more and more widely. Their unique way of suffering has gradually convinced the local believers of suffering. Some freshmen have begun to study the pain of these three people. The way comes.

All Tantric cultists can only move around within the main campus, because there are only fifteen minutes of free time each day at noon and afternoon. Eating, hygiene, and sleeping are all managed uniformly.

"Order does not need losers to maintain it." His magnetic low voice sounded, "If Ansu and the others fail to pass the test, they have failed to live up to the expectations of the order and are already losers."

“Do you still count on him? They probably didn’t even pass the personality test.”

 Because the main areas of the cadre school are equipped with magic eyes, they will be exposed once they are assassinated, and they will die if they are exposed.

What's more serious is that this stronghold of the Painful Secret Cult is too difficult to capture, and it is even impossible to capture it from the outside.

 There is also a top level 4 legion commander sitting inside.

 Everyone is aware of the difficulty of this assessment.

 Personality certification is also part of the examination. The saints who lost to the Esoteric Cultists are not even qualified to enter Naraku.

“Where’s the representative of the Glorious Holy See, Ansu Morningstar?” Although he was quite reluctant, someone still called out Ansu’s name.

Even some freshmen bowed straight and waited until Ansu was far away before they dared to straighten up.

 This is also impossible.

 What they have done so far is not enough, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

“.A total of only ten teams have arrived.”

Now, the future of these three organizations are walking towards a place with a murderous attitude, but they are walking in the wind. For a moment, everyone retreats, not daring to compete with them.

Among the temporary holy relics that Anzu obtained, there is something called the ‘Amulet of the Goddess’, which can increase the number of times the title is bestowed by the gods once a day.

 The first phase of the plan is about to be implemented,

 They are about to reach that place - the public washroom!

 “Don’t mention my cousin to me!” Alice looked like a cat with explosive fur.

How can we intensify the torture on them?

 One day ago, when Ansu raised this question, both Liszt and Arthur were silent.

Just at the beginning, nearly half of the saints were eliminated.

 All the saints suddenly became quiet.

 At present, it is vaguely divided into three factions:

"He can't enter the heavily guarded Pain Cadre School, he can't enter the secret sect's headquarters with dignity, he can't conquer the cunning and cruel Pain Cultists, he can't subdue the arrogant enemies with trickery, he can't guard order - and these things, we Will do it!”

With a calm smile on his lips, Ansu slowly opened the door to the public restroom.

 “Your cousin, Her Majesty Ashley Sean, also views the border people in this way.”

 Assassination?

 The defense of the Painful Cadre School is impeccable.

Rosen’s handsome face was a little heavy, and his eyes swept across the saints on the round table one by one.

 This is impossible because the food in the canteen is tightly sealed.

How to destroy and torture these esoteric cultists?

At the very least, you have to interfere with their training, weaken their combat effectiveness, and contribute to the crusade in order to gain points.

 Poison?

 The title of his own **** was taken away by a saint from another sect.

 “The star of order.”

Alchemy matrices are set up everywhere in this stronghold, and the surrounding areas are even connected with alchemical wires. There are esoteric cultists patrolling every night.

Their walking posture is even a bit swaggering.

 The God of Order gave Anzu the title of God, which was also unseemly for the new generation of the Holy See of Order.

 They all regard it as the future of the painful cadre school.

 All the captains on the round table looked unhappy.

Pastor Shana held up his cheeks, half-squinted his eyes, and said lazily, "But in the end she apologized."

 The saints sitting on the round table are all representatives of various sects, as well as the captains of each team—usually the top scorers in the first two exams.

It is only because he has a secret mission that it is not convenient for his identity to be exposed. He is also in awe and fear of him, and he does not dare to find trouble and is afraid of damaging the organization's major events.

 Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Rosen gently tapped the edge of the table, making a thumping sound.

“He?” Someone at the round table sneered, “We haven’t seen him since we entered the world.”

The three of them were uniformly dressed in the second-level military uniforms of the Painful Secret Cult. Their sleek dark black cloaks were fluttering in the wind, and the residual autumn rain dripped down their smooth long military boots. Their pure white military caps were adorned with a skull logo. He walked neatly, his waist was straight, and his military boots stepped into the puddles, causing ripples after waves.

Ansu led Arthur and the two of them and walked uprightly in the middle of the avenue of the Painful Cadre School.

they do not know.

The entire Painful Secret Cult has only one large public bathroom, which is only open during free time for first- and second-level students to wash up and solve personal problems-the instructors have their own separate bathroom.

 Look, this is how the Way of Order is used!

Ansu randomly selected a cubicle, opened the door and walked in. After quickly solving his personal problems, he whispered in a voice that no one could hear:

 “This place belongs to the public domain.”

 “Even if they come here, they can’t do anything.”

 But at this time, Ansu, the bitter confidant, proposed a solution.

 Every first-order believer who was passing by saw the three of them from a distance and made way for them. The cunning and cruel Pain Mystic cultists lowered their proud heads and did not dare to look at them.

 “To give the law.”

 “Just a border man who plays tricks.”

 Although they appear to be prosperous on the surface, they are not qualified to communicate with the outside world.

 As Order Knight Rosen, a quasi-third-level paladin, he has such prestige.

"We are gathering the team of knights in the lord's land and soldiers from the town to crush them from the front. We are about to rebuild a new order!"

 His sacred and solemn tone,

 —“Open defecation is prohibited here.”

 On this day, I don’t know why,

 All the Tantrics of Pain,

 All painfully

  Constipated.

 (End of this chapter)