"Snow, what time is it now?" Integula was wearing a crooked hat that seemed to be stuck in the door, which would make the obsessive-compulsive patients unable to help but straighten them, and stood calmly in front of the huge oil painting.

"It's exactly three o'clock, my eldest lady." Feng Xue stood beside Integula, and just opened the most suitable distance. In order to let Feng Xue remember this distance, Walter pulled two steel wires during training!

"Is the invitation sent by the other party actually eaten? Is the matter a trap set by us when we come here?" Integula frowned, but Feng Xue just smiled without losing her grace.

"Does the eldest lady know the famous Neon Musashi? When she was late in the invitation to duel, Kojiro Sasaki was upset and finally failed. In the negotiations, the upset side obviously more likely to reveal flaws. What do you think?"

"I learned quite well." Perhaps Feng Xue's elegant posture was really in line with the preferences of an English nobleman. Integula temporarily put down the anxiety of being released from the dove. Of course, it was also possible that Feng Xue's words played a role, allowing her to deliberately distract her attention in other aspects.

"It's Walter's good teaching..." When Feng Xue said this, she was recalling the small black room full of steel wires. If she could do it again, he would never use generalization to learn it again...

Wait, think about it carefully, it took twelve hours to learn some physical skills, but also improve the flexibility of the body a lot. It actually looks quite cost-effective...

Yes, it smells so good.

The twelve hours of emergency training also made Feng Xue deeply realize that his substitute ability, called "generalization from the sidelines", is really a magical skill.

Just like the name of this ability, it is a generalized one thing, and you only need to exercise one aspect to improve it in all aspects. However, as far as the current situation is concerned, this "all-round" is also limited. For example, after he did a hundred push-ups with a mortal body, he mainly improved the adaptability of endurance and ripples, while practicing deacon is more reflected in physical coordination and flexibility.

As for other aspects, although it is not without improvement, it seems to be very slim in comparison. According to Feng Xue's current speculation, this substitute probably quantified his "work" in training into something similar to skill points or experience values, and then allocated them to those abilities that were swallowed by her.

Not only that, just like Giorno Chopana's golden experience turns other items into parts of the body to treat wounds, it also has the "side effects" of constantly improving Zuzu's physical fitness (the later stage of Zuzu's physical fitness is getting closer and closer to vampires! And he is not afraid of light!), generalization seems to have the hidden characteristics of combing ability.

Every time Feng Xue's power is pulled away by the substitute and returned by killing the chicken, she will become more handy. Yes, not only will it improve, but it will also become easy.

"Ah! That! It turns out that the real thing looks even more amazing!" Just as Feng Xue was sighing at the new ability of her substitute, a voice that was close to the mistake of this world sounded in her ears-

"It is worthy of being the Royal Museum, with so many collections..."

A white-haired man with glasses and a hairstyle similar to that of the butler slowly walked over. Behind him was an elderly priest in black, who looked like a butler.

"Oh, are we late?" The voice without any tension had no intention of concealing it. It easily reached Integula's ears in the empty exhibition hall. Feng Xue clearly felt her emotional changes, but it was probably because of the previous words that worked, and she did not show it too obviously.

"Ah, sorry, it seems that you have been waiting for a long time..." The young priest who looked like a good man... Well, it should be said that the bishop slowly walked towards Integula. When there were more than three meters left, Integula suddenly scolded-

"Don't get closer!"

"Is the relatively alien social distance? It's true that he is a noble, and he is quite good at this aspect..." Feng Xue secretly recalled what knowledge Walter had given him to make up for, and moved two steps to the right without any trace, just behind Intgula's side.

"What's the price for me to do in the Vatican institutions?" Integula turned his face slightly and looked at the bishop from the corner of his eyes. Her body was still facing the oil painting in front of him. This is a typical posture of a superior. She is expressing her dissatisfaction through this behavior.

"Even children stop crying when they hear it - iscariot!"

"Ah~ This is amazing. I seem to be hated by others..." The young bishop took off his round-frame glasses without any sense of fashion, exposed his blue eyes that were slightly closer, pressed his right hand on his chest, bowed about thirty degrees, and said, "First of all, I am the commander of iscariot, Enrique Maxwell, please give me some advice."

"You'll be exempted from introducing yourself. Just tell me if you have anything." Integula finally turned her body, but she still did not reach the face-to-face state, but showed an angle of forty-five degrees, which seemed to be expressing her dissatisfaction in this way.

"Don't be so mean! I'm not here to argue with you today." Father Enrique (who always thought about how the one who made heaven made) spread his hands, and his mouth cracked a crack, but before he could say the following, he was interrupted by Integula's glare that had already been hung up at the corner of his eyes-

"The genius believed you! You seriously violated the agreement! Send an agent Anderson to Bedorik of Northern Ireland and attacked our agents, and even I myself was almost killed! Don't say you don't know..."

"So what?" Enrique crushed the glasses in his hand without any shame. The aura of good-looking man she had created before instantly collapsed.

"I'll be a little polite to you and think of it on my head? I care whether you lowly Protestants are dead or alive? If His Majesty himself had not ordered the Pope himself, I wouldn't have talked to you, those of you, the narrow-minded people! You are only worthy of shutting up and listening to me! The Protestant mother...Puff!"
Chapter completed!