Release that Witch Chapter 785: Intruder

Scroll retired, leaving him and Anna in the office. .

Roland spreads out a half-written textbook, intends to complete it, lifts the quill pen, but does not fall.

He found that he always looked at Anna unconsciously, as if his eyes were attracted by her figure.

"What's wrong?" The latter noticed his gaze, lowered the parts in his hand, and looked up and asked.

"No, nothing." Roland shook his head slightly. "If you feel bored here, let's go to the Northern Slope Mountain backyard."

She pouted, "I'm not bored at all, I can also complete the work at hand here. The most important is, as long as you stay with me, it is the same everywhere."

This kind of slightly shy thing, only she can take it for granted.

"Yeah." Roland responded with a smile and didn't hold on.

He knows that Anna will never speak against it.

As the first witch I came to know in this world, Roland knows the other person ’s mindset. Apart from discussing academic issues and whispers between the beds, most of the time Anna is always quiet and calm, especially in She focused on business. But he didn't feel dull at all, and speechlessness was also a kind of communication for the two of them.

Especially occasional eye contact has revealed the meanings that each other wants to express.

Roland simply put down the quill pen and admired the seriousness of the other side.

Her silhouette is a beautiful landscape linen tips of the hair at any time. It has grown a lot. She is about to cover her fair neck, and her blue eyes are still as clear as a lake. A fluffy light yellow sweater was put on the body, plus comfortable black flannel straight pants, looking youthful and lively. This modern outfit is naturally derived from his handwriting.

In order to be able to work in the office, Anna has cut the metal ingots with precisely adjusted composition into palm-sized cubes beforehand, and then only need to transport them to the castle and process them with black fire. Seeing a piece of metal ingot rapidly turning into a full-page full-page part under the black fire, Roland couldn't help secretly admiring that in a sense, the skill and processing level she showed was no different from art.

And these seemingly insignificant small parts will eventually be sent to the factory and become part of many machinery or weapon up to important.

It is not easy to do this. He knows that the length and width of the black fire are controlled by magic power, and summoning multiple black fires to cut from different angles is more than letting left and right hands write different content at the same time. For difficulties, the degree of spiritual cohesion is extremely high. I can devote myself to this job day after day. I am afraid that only Anna can take such a serious character.

Compared to the girl who first practiced the manipulation of the flames in the castle garden, everything has changed a lot, as if nothing has changed.

That's it, the day goes by quickly.

After night falls, Roland falls asleep holding Anna, another world has just woke up.

...

He yawned, and tilted his head toward the desk calendar on the bedside table.

Time is pointing to Saturday, October 14.

Although the time lapse of the dream world is much faster than the real world, he does not enter this world every night. As long as you don't dream, the time here is still.

Into the living room, breakfast is already set on the table.

"Why are you up so late today?" Zero asked as he chewed the fritters.

"Well off, adults have a lot of nightlife and normal sleepiness," he went into the bathroom, picked up his mug and toothbrush, "Are you going to go out later?"

"If you don't go out, I have to do my homework!" the little girl answered, and then muttered as if to herself, "What nightlife, obviously earlier than me, I know at first sight that it is the kind of both Frustrated uncle with no friends and no career ... "The voice was not loud, but it just happened to be heard, apparently because the other party intentionally.

Roland was almost choked by a mouthwash. It was too much to call an uncle before, but now he is an uncle? He looked at the mirror, and his appearance was not much different from the real world. It looked like he was twenty-three or four years old. Even if the vest and shorts were a bit shabby, it wasn't that bad.

It can only be attributed to the poor vision of children.

He decided not to care about a Huangmao girl. "Then I will open the door for me. I will go out without a key."

"I know!"

When he finished washing, Zero had finished his breakfast and returned to his room.

Roland sits slowly at the dining table, picks up the remote control and turns on the TV.

Today is the day he agreed to meet with Garcia.

After several months of tossing, the professional teaching materials and materials that can be bought are basically collected and piled up in his bedroom. After that, he only needs to copy the past then it will be alright, but the plan to explore the memory fragments has hit the wall.

No resident in Building of Soul is willing to rent a house easily. So far it has only succeeded twice. Not to mention, the clip in the gate of memory is not valuable content. When I think that there are more than 2,000 residents in this building, I am afraid that it is difficult to provide such a large amount of money by selling armor alone. After all, he cannot sell armor as real antiques. The possibility of attracting the attention of the police is no more than that he rushed in. What a lower chance of a forced search in someone's home.

Thinking about it, there are two reliable ways: Either increase your source of income or expand your reputation.

If you can be as famous in the Zhizi District as Garcia, it will be a lot easier to rent or persuade people to move away; or if you earn enough money, buying the entire apartment building is also a good method.

Regardless of which point, it seems the most likely way to achieve it is the joining Martial Daoist association.

Listening to Garcia, as long as you participate in the task of hunting Demonic Fallen, you will have a generous reward, and if the powerful Martial Daoist is willing to appear on the stage, the association will fully support it. When it comes to remuneration, she looked a little scornful, as if all they were doing was to protect humans from Demonic Fallen, not for money.

Roland expressed admiration for this move and asked in detail about specific remuneration rules.

He himself is not very willing to work for this particular responsibility and dedication, but his behavior is similar to the weird organization behind the plot conspirators, let alone working white. He would not have decided on the joining Martial Daoist Association if he hadn't tried it for a few months and had made little progress.

When it was 10 o'clock, he put on a Formal wear and went out. Although the agreed place was in Room 0827, he had no choice but to submit a formal application to the association.

It's just that he hasn't waited for him to take two steps, and suddenly there is a tender scream behind him.

This is from Zero.

Roland froze. As soon as he turned around, he saw the little girl running out of the apartment in a panic.

"What's wrong, Mouse?"

"Suddenly there was a person in the room!" Zero said stuttering at the door.

"Person?" Roland frowned, returned to the probe at the door of 0825, and immediately froze.

I saw a strange woman in the center of the living room, which was still empty one minute ago.