This World Is Seriously Ill

P.S.: Routine persecution of Old Donkey.

Chapter 1136: A Max-Level Veteran and a Beginner Village Player

In the afternoon, the Sea of Bright Trees rippled with golden waves under the gentle breeze, glowing with the color of sunlight. A languid figure lay on a bench with an open book covering his face.

Smack!

A crisp sound echoed as a narrow scabbard lightly rapped someone on the forehead, shattering his dream.

"Ha ha, Senior Sister Maria, morning..."

Kevin immediately pulled away the pages covering his face, sprang upright like a coiled spring, and sat properly. But when he saw who had come, he deflated like a punctured ball and slumped back against the bench.

"It's already afternoon! Morning?"

Maria pointed at the setting sun slanting toward the horizon. Her pretty face tightened, her tone carrying both reproach and advice.

"Do you know that Old... Ludwig has been looking for you all day?"

"If you really intend to join the Hunter Association, you should train seriously. That's the only way to improve your chances of surviving."

Hearing that swallowed syllable, Kevin could not help showing a teasing expression.

"And you're still laughing! Show some respect to Paladin Ludwig!"

"He and my teacher, Gherman, are both founders who led the Hunter Association. Not only does he hold a lofty position, but he is also upright in character and deeply beloved by the hunters."

"Even if you do not want to train under him, you should still show him respect."

Kevin nodded rapidly, sounding somewhat helpless.

"Fine, fine. As long as he stops pestering me to inherit some knightly will, I promise I'll lower my head and greet him every time we meet."

Maria looked at Kevin, who was inexplicably stubborn when it came to choosing a mentor, and could not help rubbing her