NovelEnglishChapter 2270 The Agreement in Fall
The cold wind blew through the night, chilling everyone's hearts. Although everyone had tried their best to
persuade the little monk, they failed. Even the gifts they prepared weren't accepted by Paintaker. "I didn't bring
anything when | came, so | shouldn't take anything withwhen I leave. There are sufferings in the world
waiting forto save, so | will be leaving now. Take care, everyone." With his hands clasped together, his prayer
was completed. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left.
"Wait, little monk!" Before Paintaker had gone far, Matthew quickly called out to him. When Matthew left the
room and approached the little monk again, he had a thick package in his hand. "Little monk, the weather is
getting colder. You must accept this."
Without waiting for the other party to refuse, Matthew stuffed it into the little monk's hands and said, "If you
don't accept it, it means you look down on me."
Paintaker hesitated for a moment before opening the package. He would definitely refuse it if it was something
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtprecious, but it was revealed to be a plain coat. It was a simple gift but full of consideration. "Thank you, Master
Larson." Holding the coat, Paintaker slightly bowed.
"We are friends. There's no need to be so polite." After the reply, Matthew habitually reached out to touch
Paintaker's bald head but then seemed to remember something and silently withdrew his hand. Then, Matthew
also clasped his hands together. "May you have a safe journey, Paintaker."
Once he finished, he smiled, but his eyes were slightly red. Living a nomad's life, Paintaker would travel far and
wide to provide medical care. That was the path of the little monk and his belief.
"Take care, Master Larson!" After saying that, Paintaker turned and left.
"Little monk, if you pass by Shrewsdon Valley Sect in the future, remember to visit me."
"When you pass through Mountain Breeze Sect too."
"And Purple Cloud Sect."
"And Seaside Pavilion."
Under the shouts of the disciples of the hidden sects, the little monk left without looking back, leaving everyone
watching his lonely figure and determined steps. When his figure disappeared into the night and away from the
lights, the little monk suddenly stopped.
After wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he murmured, "I cried. If Master Cooke seeslike
this, he will probably scoldagain."
Saying so, he glanced to the south and continued walking.
Behind him, sof them couldn't hold back their tears anymore after the little monk left. They were filled with
sadness as their tears flowed uncontrollably. They must bid farewell to many others tomorrow as well. If nothing
unexpected happened, they might never see each other again in this lifetime. Youths were always so
sentimental.
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"Hey, hey, hey, why are you all crying? You're grownups. Why are you crying like toddlers? Aren't you ashamed?"
But when Roland finished speaking, he suddenly felt a hostile gaze. When he turned around and met Lola's gaze,
he smiled awkwardly. "What's wrong with crying?"
Roland quickly shrugged and hurriedly replied, "Nothing. Nothing's wrong!"
Seeing Roland's cowardly and guilty appearance, everyone burst out laughing, and the sadness in the air faded a
little.
"Actually, we can set a date to gather together. That way, we can have a gathering once a year. Wouldn't that be
great?"
When Matthew gave his suggestion, everyone's eyes lit up.
Yes, that is a feasible method. We can gather every year! Thinking of that, Roland clapped his hands. "Hahaha,
that's a great idea. Let's set a date. Let's gather in Bainbridge during fall every year." Once that was proposed,
everyone agreed one after another, and the sadness of parting was instantly dissipated.
From the mundane first meeting and the sorrow of parting, youths were always filled with emotions!
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