Under Jin's guidance, Yi Chen arrived at the upper Street District, which he had never set foot in before.
At the end of the street stood a very strange arched bridge. Along both sides of the bridge were numerous oddly shaped black sculptures of masked little figures.
"Once we cross this bridge, we'll be in Keximani (Gethsemane)."
Yi Chen had also woven a plant mask in advance to conceal his features.
"Jin, are you sure I can go to your training grounds?"
"Let's give it a try. I'll explain our current team arrangement to the instructor... After all, among those in my year or the year before, there's no one willing to team up with me for now.
"Special circumstances call for special treatment, right?"
"Fine."
As the two crossed the arched bridge,
the scene before them turned out to be an orchard. Countless bizarre fruit trees grew densely together, while gentlemen with their eyes covered by black cloth carefully tended to them.
"What are these?"
Jin said with disdain, "Just a bunch of pitiful wretches with terrible self-control, whose primary emotions are dominated by the urge to kill. After all, our place specializes in cultivating... heh-heh."
Jin instantly extended his right hand and gestured twice across Yi Chen's neck.
"The tasks assigned here mainly involve 'rapid killing.' Some people become immersed in the dull pleasure of killing during their missions.
"Therefore, a psychological examination is conducted every two weeks. Anyone who fails is made to wear a black blindfold and sent to the orchard to tend the trees until the instructor allows them to return to training.
"Let me make this clear! There's absolutely nothing wrong with my evaluations."
"Mm."
Yi Chen nodded. He could understand the necessity of such measures.
The special gentlemen who chose the Black Letter