My Passive Skills are Invincible!

Looking at the young soldier in front of him who spoke about his ideal dream, Timus could not help but open his mouth in shock.

Ideal dream?

This word was too far away and unrealistic for people like these in this world. In this world, the only thing that everyone thought about every day was how to survive, and how to live a better life.

During the war, the weaker civilians thought about how to live, the stronger soldiers thought about how to kill a few more enemies to get promoted.

When it comes to peace, there are no lofty ideals.

The merchants want to run their business better.

The farmers are concerned about whether the crops in the field will be better.

The craftsmen want to make their technology more sophisticated and better.

The powerful crave for power and connections to get better.

Many people thought about the most practical things.

It had been too long since anyone had said the word — ideal. So much so that people had almost forgotten about the word.

Timus was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled from his speech. The way he looked at Gilroy had changed from pure appreciation to a look of respect and admiration.

Compared to his new student, his daily considerations as a teacher were much simpler.

He was either on the path of becoming stronger or challenging the strong. Other than that, he had never done anything else.

Was what he decided on ideal?

"Elven queen, you should thank Lord Gilroy."

Timus turned to Ulysses Sabrina as he spoke. When he turned towards the queen, the smile on his face had disappeared. He did not have much goodwill towards her.

Ulysses Sabrina was stunned.

It was resolved just like that?

She did not think that Gilroy would have such an important right to speak. She even thought that Timus would scold the young man next to him. Fortunately for her, none of this happened. The fact was that Timus agreed with the young man's suggestion made this whole situation even more odd.

She could not help but only wonder in her heart.

"I don't mean to offend you, but just in case, I still want to confirm...

"Our conversation today has the benefit of a contract, right?"

"Of course." Timus grinned. "Although the king doesn't know the content of this conversation, I will make him agree."

After saying that, Timus seemed to be afraid that Ulysses Sabrina would have unnecessary worries, so he added on with further reassurance.

"If the king really doesn't agree, I will help the human race change a king. For example, the young man beside me seems like a good potential candidate."

Hearing this, Gilroy turned pale with fright and hurriedly lowered his head, "Teacher, please don't say that. I'm just a soldier."

Timus looked at Gilroy helplessly. This kid actually exposed his true identity so quickly. However, he disregarded what Gilroy had said and just laughed.

"From today onwards, you're no longer a soldier, but a general of the human race. Don't worry, I'll get the king's approval."

After saying that, he turned to look at Ulysses Sabrina and said, "Remember about today's agreement."

Ulysses Sabrina hurriedly nodded, not daring to hesitate at all. She knew that this was the best result that she could obtain. Or to put it another way, this result was not obtained by her at all, but by that weak human, Gilroy.

Ulysses Sabrina silently etched the names of these two humans in her heart, never to be forgotten.

Gilroy, and… Timus!

She had a strong premonition that these two would be important figures in the human race for the future. Seeing the two of them leave the meeting room, Ulysses was still sitting in her original spot. She could vaguely hear the mentions of something called Violet Valley whispered in their words.

...

"Teacher, where are we going next?"

As soon as they left the meeting room, Gilroy could not wait to ask in a hushed voice.

Timus thought for a moment and said, "Let's go back to the City of Light first, to officially put an end to this war.

"After dealing with the rest of the matters, I will take you to Violet Valley."

"Violet Valley? Where is that?" Gilroy asked curiously.

Ever since he joined the Army, Gilroy's life had become simpler. He trained almost every day, so he naturally did not know how vast the world was or how many beautiful sights there were in the world.

Timus did not answer Gilroy's question, but only smiled. He wanted to teach Gilroy the skills his teacher had taught him. For example... going up and down the mountain a hundred times without destroying any plants.

This should be considered a kind of inheritance of knowledge to pass on.

At this moment, he was stunned. He seemed to have thought of something as he looked at an elf servant by the corridor.

"Excuse me, do you have a pen?"

The elf servant obviously did not expect that this human messenger would talk to him and was taken aback.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a pen from his waist bag and handed it to Timus respectfully.

Timus took the pen and closed his eyes to recall something. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of vigor. He took out the blank goatskin scroll from his pocket.

It was the goatskin scroll that had summoned the God of Fire, Ragnaros.

After using it, the runes on the goatskin scroll had long lost their magic power, becoming dull and faded.

Now, it seemed that the runes were more like the watermark background on the goatskin scroll, looking to be some decoration.

Timus smiled slightly, picked up the pen, and wrote a paragraph on the goatskin scroll.

"War sometimes is for peace, but it also dispels peace."

"Power exists not for killing."

"Protection is always stronger than plundering others."

"Learning all the weapons in the world is for the world to no longer have weapons."

These were all the teachings that his teacher had once given him. Every sentence had stayed with him till now. It even made him change his own inherent beliefs.

Timus smiled and returned the pen to the attendant, then handed the goatskin scroll in his hand to Gilroy.

"I'll leave this goatskin scroll for you to keep."

"What's this?" Gilroy looked at the words on the goatskin scroll curiously.

Timus smiled and said, "This is the principle my teacher taught me, and now I'm handing it over to you."

"Is this what my teacher... said?"

The curiosity on Gilroy's face faded a little, and he became serious as he thought about the meaning of these words.

Timus smiled and continued speaking as Gilroy stared at the scroll.

"In the future, you can also hand this over to another person and be his teacher."

Gilroy was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"I'll be his teacher? No, no, no, I'm still very young. If I really meet a suitable person, why don't I let you teach him? I'll just be his senior."

Gilroy rubbed his head with a silly smile and stuffed the goatskin scroll into his arms.