Release that Witch

After the book was retired, only him and Anna were left in the office. .

Roland spread out a half-written textbook, intending to complete it, and mentioning the quill, but it has not fallen.

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

"What's wrong?" The latter also noticed his gaze, put down the parts in his hand, and looked up and smiled.

"No, nothing." Roland shook his head slightly. "If you feel bored here, let's go to the backyard of the North Hill."

She snorted. "It's not boring at all. I can do the work at hand here. The most important thing is that as long as you stay with me, it is the same everywhere."

This kind of shyness is only a matter of fact that she can say so.

"Yeah." Roland smiled and said, no longer insisted.

He knew that Anna would not say something that was against the heart.

As the first witch to come to the world, Roland knew that the other person's heart was apart from discussing academic issues and whispers between the beds. Most of the time, Anna was always quiet and calm, especially when she focused on When things are going. But he didn't feel dull at all, and speechlessness was also an exchange for both of them.

In particular, occasional eye contact has revealed the meaning that each other wants to express.

Roland simply put down the quill, and he calmly appreciates the serious appearance of the other side.

Her silhouette is a beautiful landscape at any time, and the length of the linen is much longer. She is already covering her white neck, and the blue eyes are still as clear as a lake. A fluffy buff sweater is set on the body, and the comfortable black flannel straight pants are youthful and lively. This set of modern clothing is naturally from his handwriting.

In order to work in the office, Anna has previously cut the precisely adjusted metal ingot into a palm-sized cube, which can then be transported to the castle and then processed with black fire. Seeing a piece of metal ingot quickly turned into a full-page full-fledged part under the black fire, Roland couldn't help but admire. In a sense, the skill and processing level she showed was no different from art.

These seemingly inconspicuous small parts will eventually be sent to the factory and become a vital part of many machines or weapons.

It is not easy to do this. He knows that the length and width of the black fire are controlled by magic power, and it is more difficult to summon multiple black fires to cut from different angles than to let the left and right hands write different content. The level of spiritual cohesion is extremely high. I can devote myself to this job day after day, and I am afraid that only Anna’s serious character can be done.

Compared to the girl who originally practiced the flames in the castle garden, everything has changed a lot, and it seems that nothing has changed.

In this way, one day passed quickly.

As night fell, Roland hugged Anna after she fell asleep, and the other world just woke up.

......

He yawned and looked at the desk calendar on the low cabinet at the bedside.

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 the world every night. As long as you don't dream, the time here is still.

Into the living room, the table has been set for breakfast.

"How come so late today?" Jie Luo asked as he chewed the fritters.

"After the holiday, adults have more nightlife and sleep late," he walked into the bathroom and picked up the cup and toothbrush. "Are you going to go out?"

"Don't go out, I have to write homework!" Xiaotoutou replied, then muttered like a self-speaking, "What nightlife, obviously back earlier than me, I know that there is no friend at all. Unhappy uncle who has no career..." The voice is not big, but it just happens to let him hear, obviously it is the other party's intention.

Roland was almost picked up by the mouthwash. It was already too much to call the uncle before. Now it has become an uncle? He looked at the mirror, and its appearance is not much different from the real world. How can it be twenty-three or four years old? Even if the vest shorts are so cold, it is not so unbearable.

It can only be attributed to the child's vision is too bad.

He decided not to go with a yellow-haired hoe. "I will open the door for me. I have to go out and I will not have the key."

"Know it!"

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

Roland sat down at the table slowly and picked up the remote to turn on the TV.

Today is the day he agreed to meet with Garcia.

After several months of tossing, the professional textbooks and materials that can be bought have been collected and piled up in his bedroom. After that, it is only necessary to transcribe the past, but the plan to explore the memory fragments has hit the wall.

No household in the soul building is willing to rent a house easily. So far, it has only succeeded twice, and the fragments in the memory door are not valuable. When I think that there are more than 2,000 households in this building, it is difficult to provide such a large amount of money by selling armor alone. After all, he can't sell the armor as a real antique goods, so the possibility of causing the police to pay attention is no more than direct. The chances of forcing a search in someone else's home are much lower.

When you think about it, there are two more reliable ways: either increase your income source or expand your reputation.

If you can be as famous as Garcia in the tube block, it will be much easier to rent or persuade people to move away; or to earn enough money to buy the whole package is also a good way.

Whatever the point, the most likely means of achieving it now is to join the martial arts association.

Listening to Jia Xia said that as long as he participates in the task of hunting and killing the demon, he will have a generous reward. If a strong martial artist is willing to appear on the stage, the association will fully support it. When she mentioned the reward, her expression was quite disdainful, as if they were doing everything to protect human beings from the devil, not for money.

Roland expressed admiration for this righteousness and asked in detail about the specific rules of honoraria.

In his own right, he is not willing to pay attention to this responsibility and dedication. His actions are similar to those of the weird organizations behind the conspiracy planners, let alone white workers. If it is not a few months of trying to explore progress, he will not decide to join the martial arts association.

Wait until ten o'clock, he put on a set of clothes out of the door, although the agreed place is in room 0827, but it is good to submit a formal application to the association, naturally not too casual.

Just not waiting for him to go out of two steps, suddenly there was a tender scream.

It was issued by Jieluo.

Roland groaned and just turned around and saw the little girl screaming out of the apartment.

"What's the matter, is there a mouse?"

"There was a sudden more person in the house and the house!" Jie Luo said, pointing at the door and stuttering.

"People?" Roland frowned, and looked back at the 0825 door probe, suddenly squatting in place.

I saw the center of the living room, which was clearly empty before a minute ago. I don’t know when a strange woman appeared.