Release that Witch

After explaining everything, Roland returned to the building as quickly as possible, only to find that he still underestimated Garcia's alertness.

I saw a familiar figure leaning against the corridor at the entrance of 0825, talking on the phone while overlooking the busy people in the downstairs. She wore a gray and white t-shirt, and the lower part was loose black trousers and high-top shoes, which looked youthful and energetic. If you don't know the true identity of the other person, Roland will definitely regard her as the kind of lively and cheerful neighbor girl who often appears on TV.

Although she could see some anger on her face at the moment, she did not have the cold and mean feeling in her memory. I have to say that after taking off the gorgeous brocade robes, this casual and simple sports dress unexpectedly coincides with the three kings of Wimbledon and the former Red Sea Queen.

When he arrived at the door of the house, Garcia also noticed Roland. "That's it. I still have something to do. I will hang it first. If I just want to persuade me later, please don't call it again."

"Is the Sanye family coming to mention the demolition?" Roland asked as if nothing had happened.

"It has nothing to do with you," she put away the phone, revealing a look of suspicion. "Where are you going? Isn't it a bath?"

"Do you know how to eliminate odor? One is cleaning, the other is to cover up with another taste," he said. "The little girl who lives in my house is going to school, eager to use the bathroom. I can't always fight with her? So I just thought about going down two laps and sweating the same. I didn't expect the body to sweat very much. It's no wonder that the martial artist always looks clean. These are not important. What matters is that I don't sneak, but stand in front of you, isn't it?"

"..." Garcia stared at him for a while before he said, "I don't want to interfere with your private life, but it's not a good thing to indulge yourself. What's more... there are education issues."

"Hey?" Roland couldn't help but see.

"Those girls," Garcia frowned. "The ones who went out from your house... can't you get out of the knot? Have you brought them home? I thought you forgot a little girl in the house." It."

Roland almost didn't get caught up in this conversation in order to get through the cleansing. He deliberately staggered the time. After the little guy went to school, he let the Taqila witch break the consciousness and enter the dream. As for others, it is not important to see it. . When I just said it from the mouth of Garcia, it completely changed.

"It is true that some martial artists will become less expensive when they become famous. It is always easy to let people lose themselves. But don't forget, we are fighting for this world. We must always keep a high morale, never Relaxing. Being addicted to desire will only make your hand dull..."

"Cough, I understand," Roland saw the other side to carry out an ideological and moral education, and quickly interrupted her. "These can talk later, let me change my clothes first? Don't delay the departure time."

Garcia closed his mouth unpleasantly and gave him a look. "...Go ahead."

......

After some care, Roland deliberately put on a newly purchased suit and walked out of the door in the surprised eyes of Jie Luo. Before leaving, he did not forget to put the fried poached eggs made by the little **** into a fresh-keeping bag and prepare to enjoy it on the road.

"You are this..." Garcia, who was at the door, blinked.

“The first time I went to the headquarters, it was natural to officially be better,” Roland shrugged. “It’s also into the system. It’s too casual to look a little disrespectful. What do you think?”

"Ha...you can," she shook her head. "But I didn't think that you dressed like this... it's pretty good."

Of course, a penny of goods, Roland thought in his heart, this custom-made clothes can cost him a lot of "robbery fees." After all, people rely on clothing, as long as it is not ugly and incurable, dressing up, and then put on a pair of clothes will be instantly shaped, not to mention the body of the body itself is very well-balanced, plus a long gray hair Change to his original world, saying that the elf prince has a letter.

The two went downstairs, walked out of the community, and waited for a moment on the street, a large bus parked in front of them. Roland noticed that the car did not have a license plate, and the windows were covered by black curtains, and the inside was completely invisible.

"Get on the bus," Garcia whispered. I don't know if it is an illusion. Her look is a lot more serious.

Roland boarding fashion looks inadvertently, looking at the side of the long street, only to see that Felice has reached out and stopped a taxi.

After the door was closed, the bus was not as dark as he thought. The lights on both sides of the aisle were all lit, and there were many people sitting in the seat.

Their styling is mostly varied, and it looks like a group of performance artists. There are a few normal ones, and they all bury their heads in doing their own things. No one greets Garcia. However, Roland was keenly aware that since the car was on, several guys have set their sights on him, and his feeling of being unwilling is quite obvious.

Garcia did not say a word more, pulling Roland's hand abnormally and taking him straight to the back.

"These people are not your colleagues?" he whispered after sitting down.

"The martial arts association is not a company," Garcia gave him a blank look. "The majority of people in the car are like you, the awakening of the new entry. I am also seeing you for the first time."

"So much?" Roland was a little surprised, he roughly counted, and the car was almost twenty people.

“There are a lot of people. The last time I went to the association was only five or six people... but it’s not surprising,” Garcia said. “Although ordinary people know nothing about the changes in the world, they hold the awakening of nature. I can always detect some strange things. Remember what I said before? Not all awakened people will stand on our side. The middle school is not much less than the martial arts of the association. Now the erosion is getting worse and more and more The emergence of the devils has made their situation more dangerous, and there will inevitably be more and more people who will fall to the association in the future."

“So most of the cars are wild martial arts, or are they scattered?”

"Describe it very well," Garcia raised his mouth. "I guess it’s all right, but you can say it privately, don’t say it in front of them. The reason why these people don’t want to join the association is Because you don't want to be constrained, if an ordinary person has the power, if the mentality is not correct, it is easy to produce a kind of false pride, and think that he is an extraordinary person. This not only hinders their progress, but also makes their temper very strange. ”

"I have already felt this last time," Roland did not think.

"There was such a conflict before, and joined the association's wild... The martial arts family killed several members of the association in a hunting mission, the impact was extremely bad, and finally the "guard" came out to destroy it. Therefore, if they are provocative, as if they did not see it, they will be severely punished for such behavior within the association. ”

“Is the wild awakened so strong?”

"These people often encounter attacks by demon people, and they will be much better than the new awakened in actual combat experience and emergency judgment. But as long as you practice hard, less addicted to desire, you will grow faster than them." After all, they have been divided into too much energy by the vulgar."

When it comes to this, Garcia sighs. "The power of nature is the means of self-protection that God has given us, not the tools used to plunder others. If it can't stop erosion, the whole world may no longer exist, and many people enjoy it. While power brings pleasure, it forgets its responsibility."

This sentence is quite a feeling of deja vu... Roland thought for a moment, perhaps more than 800 years ago, those witches who realized the devil's harm, also established a federation under such a state of mind?

I don't know how long it took to drive, and the window suddenly became quiet. The friction between the wheel and the ground became thick and single, just like driving alone in an empty tunnel.

After half an hour, the bus finally stopped.

Just as Roland thought that he arrived at the destination, the body shook slightly, and then a clear sense of weightlessness rose from his heart.

The vehicle seemed to sink into the ground.