My Daughter is So Amazing

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Roer resisted the discomfort and carefully checked the licking dog's body.

It doesn't seem to have any scars.

"Did you say too much to it to make it shortsighted, right?"

Rohr asked at the donkey again.

The donkey gave him an angry look, then bumped his head on his chest again in protest.

Then, with a look of sympathy and pity in his big eyes, he slowly walked to the licking dog and let out a few sad low growls in his mouth.

Licking the dog looked at it one last time, then closed his eyes and walked particularly peacefully.

Then, its corpse quickly weathered into a puddle of gray and black residues, which, like other dead monsters, became the nourishment of this grassland.

"Hey, it's so miserable..."

Rohr also let out a sigh, a bit of sadness.

He was still young, and when he was still on earth, he tried to pursue the goddess in his class.

As for the ending...

Three-dimensional women are big trotter!

It's better to be the wife in the phone!

Coming to this world, although he divorced the wife of Jianniang, the wife of the Valkyrie, and the wife of the operator, he was exposed to more interesting swordsmanship.

What's the joke, how can women have fun with swordsmanship?

What's more, she later picked up a cute, sensible and obedient daughter.

"Fortunately, I already have a daughter, so I don't need to lick women."

Rohr whispered, rubbing the little donkey's head, and mourning for a minute of silence for the licking dog who helped lead the way.

Later, Rohr rode a donkey to the hospital to visit the patient, and mentioned the incident by the way.

Oriana sits on the bed, puts her hands around her legs, puts her face on her knees, tilts her head slightly, smiles sweetly, looks at Roll with eager eyes, and listens to him quietly, her beautiful face is slightly Flushed.

It's not shy, but suffocating. This pose is a bit hard for her, it's too crowded...

It's just that this posture is very cute, with a little girl-like innocence, can give her a feeling of love, and feel her heartbeat speeding up.

After hearing the end of licking the dog, she also suppressed her smile and expressed sympathy.

"I've heard before that there is a secret method for taming this kind of monster on the foreign race, but since they dare to taming such a dangerous thing, they must have emergency measures, similar to remote curses, right?"

"The spy lost his hound, so he launched this curse and killed it remotely."

Roll sighed, hammered his thigh, and said:

"It's a pity that I couldn't catch that guy and let him escape."

"But... why do you know so much? Are you really just a physical education teacher?"

He asked again suddenly.

"Of course not..."

Oriana said dubiously.

She never said that she was a physical education teacher, it was Rolle talking to herself.

"My real identity is a professor in the History Department of the First College, and I am also a historian certified by the Scholars Association with relevant documents."

She did not tell Rohr that she was also the saint of flames and that her family was the largest publisher in the empire.

Because the rank and the title of the saint are meaningless to a strong man like Rohr, and the power and financial power of the family will make their love degenerate and not so pure.

She hoped that Rohr liked himself as Oriana, not the flame saint Elena.

Roll did not doubt her statement, nodded, and said:

"It turns out to be a history teacher. No wonder you know so much. I saw that you were good at swordsmanship before, and I always thought you were a physical education teacher."

The historians in this world are obviously not a profession than those on the earth. After all, archaeology will involve various extraordinary events, and it is normal to know a lot.

Speaking of it, Oriana teaches history, her daughter studies history, Oriana's swordsmanship is good, and her daughter's swordsmanship is also very good...

Oriana and her daughter posted it?

Roll shook his head, throwing the strange thought out of his head.

After chatting with Oriana for a while, he left and went to visit Anya in the next ward.

By the way, I found Anya's butler, Otto, and asked him to help tell the speaker of his decision.

When he saw him walking into the ward, Anya greeted with a smile, but the housekeeper who disappeared yesterday and appeared again today, bowed her head and did not dare to look at him, showing a very guilty conscience.

He actually didn't want to show up today, for fear that Rohr would blame him for revealing his secrets and stabbing himself to death.

If it weren't for the speaker to tell him that he had a very pleasant conversation with Rolle yesterday, and believed that Rolle would accept his invitation, he would even plan to hide for a few more days.

But just as the speaker said, Rohr did not embarrass him, and said with a smile:

"Please help convey to Mr. Speaker, I am willing to accept his invitation."

"Ah! That's great!"

The butler suddenly showed a relieved expression.

"The speaker also thinks that you will accept it. He has already made various preparations in advance."

prepare in advance?

Is there a kind of imperative, pre-determined feeling?

Rohr couldn't help but slander in his heart.

"Mr. Roll, please come with me."

The butler said goodbye to Anya, took Rohr into the steam car, and walked all the way through the streets and lanes, and finally came to an old city.

It is close to the city center and not far from the Empire Clock Tower, but the surrounding streets and buildings are quite dilapidated. It should be the old city left over from that year, but it did not catch up with the subsequent renovation and became a historical problem.

Along the way, the housekeeper talked about the gray ghost organization in a chatty tone while driving.

For example, this organization was actually a disabled soldier placement department in the earliest days. It arranged for disabled veterans to carry out some simple civilian work so that they could support their families.

Naturally, his name at that time was not called Gray Ghost.

Later, with the rapid development of magic engineering, especially after the imperial spies recruited a group of craftsmen and scholars from the barbarians, the magical prosthetic limb, a great invention for saving the disabled, came out, allowing the disabled to behave like normal people. Activity.

However, the cost of the magic prosthetic arm was so high that ordinary people couldn't afford it, so the empire usually paid for it to install it for disabled soldiers who had made major battles.

Then a certain minister suddenly thought that these veterans with prosthetic limbs were all elite and outstanding. It would be a waste of manpower and financial resources to retire them, but if they were sent back to the battlefield, it would be a little unkind...

As a result, the gray ghost, a secret service dedicated to the royal family, was established.

At that time, the people inside were basically composed of these veterans who had installed new prosthetic limbs. They were all powerful, brave and loyal elites to the royal family.

When new recruits were added later, they were all inclined to this kind of people, at the cost of free prosthetic limbs, earning those who are physically disabled and determined to join the partnership.

To this day, although this organization has lost its glory back then, the tradition of giving priority to the recruitment of disabled persons equipped with new types of prosthetic limbs has been retained and has become a symbol and logo for them.

That's why the instructor and regiment commander saw Roer's left hand and wondered if he ran to become a gray leather.

Although this operation sounds quite reasonable, it can be regarded as the maximum use of human resources, but Rohr always feels a little uncomfortable.

I thought I was here to be the spy leader, and it was quite compelling to think about it, but turned out to be the president of the Disabled Persons’ Federation ***** Association? The following are all disabled...

When I think of my own Broken Blade Swordsman group now becoming a half-remaining Swordsman group, and taking over this kind of work again, it feels very wrong...

After the butler said this, the steam car also stopped by a flea market, and then he led Roll into a dilapidated small building next to it, with a faded sign hanging at the door:

"New Life Housekeeping Service Company"

As soon as I walked in, I saw a few people with sunglasses sitting at the table making matchboxes, and there were some weaving flower baskets beside them.

The smell of reemployment is full of people with disabilities.

The butler took Rohr to a warehouse full of matchboxes and flower baskets in the building, and then turned on an electric switch on the wall.

The floor of the warehouse vibrated slightly, revealing a dark hole with a spiral staircase inside.

"The conditions are not very good. They are all old buildings decades ago, but they are secretive enough."

"To fight against powerful scholars, both secrecy and low-key are necessary."

The butler smiled apologetically, picked up a flashlight, and guided Roll into the hole in the ground, and the floor above his head closed automatically.

At the end of the spiral staircase, there is a long and narrow corridor with dazzling incandescent lamps hanging on the walls on the left and right.

It really feels like an underground secret base, which is more professional than the cultivator dug out by the Restoration Sect.

But there is still a big deviation from Rohr's ideal painting style...

The working place he imagined should be in a remote, but beautiful suburb, a low-key exterior, but inside there are various high-tech office buildings. Sitting at the door is a young and beautiful person with standard professionalism. Smiling, the front desk lady wearing a short black silk skirt.

It should not be like this, nestled in the basement of the warehouse, with a few blind men with matchboxes sitting outside.

But...they are here, what can we do?

A man who looked the same age as Rohr ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but had a more gentle temperament, with a pair of gold glasses on his face, and who looked like an intellectual was standing at the top of the stairs waiting for them.

"Hello, Mr. Otto."

The middle-aged man took a few steps forward, shook hands with the housekeeper, and looked at Roer next to him.

"Hello, Mr. Roll, I am your secretary and assistant in the future, Fry."

The other party had known Rohr's news in advance.

Rohr nodded, did not put on a lead, shook hands with the other party, acting very easy-going.

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