"Okay!" Abel agreed directly.
Abel chatted with Togrel for a while, because Togrel asked Abel to rest while he walked towards the martial arts field.
"Pavilion Master, that Rastil made a fuss in the martial arts field, and brought many people out of training…"
Just as Togrel walked out of the room, Markis Shimao hurried over.
"What's the matter? What exactly does Rastil want to do? Didn't he already make him an instructor?"
Togrel frowned.
"who knows either, go and have a look…"
Markis Shimao urged.
Togrel sighed, and could only walk quickly towards the martial arts field. This Rastil was gilded by the Truean family, who was forced into the Investigating Protector Pavilion through a relationship. Although this guy was a Martial Sect, he was arrogant and arrogant. Not many people like him.
This Rastil relied on the relationship above, and did not take Togrel in his eyes. In addition, this guy was stronger than Togrel, so he was even more arrogant and domineering in the Investigating Protector Pavilion.
In the end, Togrel sealed this Rastil's name as an instructor and asked him to train him. This guy has only been honest for a few days, but now he is making trouble again.
After walking quickly to the martial arts field, Rastil was sitting on a table with a bottle of wine and half a roast chicken in his hand, eating meat and drinking heavily.
There are rules in the Protectorate Pavilion. It is absolutely forbidden to drink alcohol in the team. Now Rastil is drinking in front of everyone in the martial arts field.
"Rastil, what are you doing? How dare you drink in the martial arts field?"
Togrel angrily stepped forward and reprimanded.
Rastil looked at Togrel and snorted coldly, "Togrel, let me ask you, did you find another instructor for the Investigating Protector Pavilion?"
"Yes!" Togrel didn't hide it, and nodded directly.
"I heard that he's still a little boy in his early 20s, and you put a little boy in the same position as me. Are you hitting me in the face?"
Rastil jumped off the table and glared at Togrel.
"I don't look at age, I just look at strength…"
Togrel looked directly at Rastil, this time he didn't back down.
"Look at the strength? What kind of strength can the little boy have? I'm a Votu, who can compare with me in the entire Investigating Protector Pavilion, you can't even be the pavilion owner, so what strength do you want to tell me? I tell you, I came to the Investigating Protector Pavilion for In the international competition in a few days, our Truean family will show their faces and increase their popularity, and now in the entire Investigating Protector Pavilion, besides me going to the competition, can you find someone else?"
Rastil's eyes were full of disdain. In the entire Investigating Protector Pavilion, no 1 could be stronger than him.
Togrel looked at Rastil, he didn't expect that the Truean family had brought Rastil into the Investigating Protector Pavilion through connections, just to participate in international competitions, to show the Truean family's face and gain popularity.
This kind of international competition needs a big-picture concept, and it wants to win glory for the country, and this Rastil turned out to show his face for their Truean family.
"As for the international competition, there are already candidates, and you have been dismissed as an instructor, and the instructor has let Mr. Chitel serve…"
Togrel said to Rastil coldly.
When Rastil heard this, he was immediately furious: "Togrel, did you make a mistake, are you taking training as a joke? You are irresponsible to let a young boy do the training. Who are these people here? Will you be convinced by a little furry child?"
"I heard that the instructor this time was personally invited by Pavilion Master Togrel to Beridel. How powerful can a young man in his early 20s cultivate from his mother's womb?"
"No, who knows what the pavilion master thinks, and he wants this kid to play games!"
To be continued....
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