The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

In life, it is rare to be confused, and some confused things can be confused in the past.

So in the days that followed, Charles and Arturia deliberately made the same appearance as before.

The people around me didn't know them well, so I didn't care.

The convoy stopped and went, and finally brought more than a dozen young people to a bustling city.

It was mid-July local time, and there was still a month and a half to leave school.

The freshmen were sent to a hotel, which seemed to be the property of Yimin College, because it provided free room and board with ordinary conditions to the freshmen.

After arriving at the station, Avi said goodbye to Teacher Arturia and Master Ayi temporarily. His home is here, and he invited the two to be guests at his home when they were free.

After arranging Mengxin, Rescheer took Charles and Arturia back to his home.

Yi, who recovered his memory, proposed several treatment options, and which one is effective depends on the next experiment.

On the way, they passed what looked like an ancient Roman Colosseum, and there were so many people inside that it sounded like they were cheering for the players.

"This is the competition field." Leschel introduced casually, "There are competitions every day, and if you win three games in a row, you can become a resident warrior."

"As long as the resident warriors participate in the competition, they will have free room and board. If they win more games, they will get better conditions and more money, and some people will even be hired with high salaries."

"If we like it, you can put on the red robe."

At this time, Duo Mao had pointed to the competition field and kept swinging, and the carrier asked, "Then where to sign up?"

Rescher replied: "Go around to the left and you will see the registration office."

So Artoria said, "Then I'll go, and I'll come back when school starts."

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the registration office without looking back.

"Hello." Reschee turned to Charles and asked, "You don't persuade your wife, it's very dangerous there, and Avi can't be ranked at all."

The corner of Charles' mouth twitched, and their relationship was difficult to explain. After all, at the beginning, they were together all day, and after regaining their memory, there was no tent.

A certain person said, "Don't worry, she's measured, and generally speaking, she won't hack people to death."

The next thing to worry about is not Arturia, but the food warehouse of the competition arena.

He can also understand the thoughts of the Dumb Hair King. As a martial artist, how could he not touch the martial skills of another planet.

He himself was the same. After encountering the unique gravity magic of this planet, he was immediately unbearable. He didn't even mention the matter of letting Reimu take him back, but only asked him to help report safety and arrange some work.

However, Charles felt that his memory seemed to be incomplete, and he always felt that something had been forgotten.

After walking for a while, Reschee returned to his home on the ground.

This place can be seen as a high-end community at first glance, and people in golden robes and gold masks and people in red robes can be seen walking by from time to time.

Not long after walking, he encountered a short golden-robed man blocking his way.

"Isn't this Leschel, I'm back." The voice was a little girl, "I found a good face, can you lend me a play?"

"No loan!" Lecheier replied coldly, and then took Charles to bypass and continue to move forward.

Charles looked confused, as if she didn't deny that she was the face?

"Reschee..." The little girl chased after her, "Tell me something, don't be angry, you were kicked out of the house because you were aborted of marriage and disgraced the family."

Then she slowed down a bit and said to Charles, "Reschee has no money to support a handsome guy like you. You can come to my house. I'll live opposite her."

Charles has a black line, you can speak well when you speak, why are you pinching my ass, believe it or not, I will bring out the automatic spanking machine to greet you.

After all, it's not about money.

A golden rose suddenly appeared in Charles' hand, and after putting it in her hand, he said, "A little greeting, let's play with it."

This golden rose is extremely realistic, not only the petals and leaves are as thin as the real ones, but even the veins above are clearly visible.

"Where did you buy this?" the little girl asked in surprise.

Charles said proudly: "I made it myself, simple."

"Okay, I remember you!" The little girl ran away with the golden rose.

Reschee patted his mask and said helplessly: "It's over, I have to borrow you this time."

Charles asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"First of all, giving a girl a golden flower signifies courtship," Rescheer said.

"Secondly, Danya's interests... um... maybe it's a match for you."

"Thirdly, I once owed her a lot of favor. If she used this as a threat, I couldn't do anything about it."

Charles is also helpless, the big deal is to hide until school starts.

Reschee's soon arrived home. It was a three-storey villa that looked good, but it was far from the five-storey mansion on the opposite side.

There were three black-haired maids in the family who looked like triplets, and they came out to greet the master as soon as they saw the master's return.

Charles glanced and found that the three were not weak, and they also had moss growing on their bodies.

Rescheer said to them: "This is the pharmacist Ai, arrange a guest room for him and treat each other with the courtesy of a distinguished guest."

The three maids looked at this guy in ordinary villager clothes, how he didn't look like a rich pharmacist.

The clothes in Charles's storage ring were all taken out when the space was emptied to put "Big Ivan". Until now, he could only wear ordinary clothes that he bought from the uncle of the merchant at Dashuiche Village.

But the master said so, so the maids should listen.

Charles followed a maid around the house, and Jean came to a study on the third floor that was not allowed to enter without permission.

Rescheer changed into his family's sleeveless robe and sat there waiting for Charles to arrive.

"Ah..." She sighed, "The situation has changed."

"I'm running out of savings, hopefully you can find relatively cheap therapy."

Charles said: "The money thing is easy to handle. Take advantage of the fact that you can go to the competition arena to buy all Arturia to win, so that the funds can be more abundant."

"Are you sure?" Rescheer didn't do much research on this.

"I can pay you if I lose money," Charles said.

It was only then that Leschel remembered that this guy had more gold than he was, and he also had four legendary storage rings, even Artoria had one.

If she hadn't been familiar with the top management, she would have thought that these two people ran out of some big dog family.

So Rescheer sent the two maids to the arena with a bag of money.

Charles continued: "Now we can start the treatment research, the ceramic or glass dishes I said on the way to start preparation, and the materials to make blood jelly."

Reschee nodded and said, "No problem, these things will be ready tomorrow."

Charles added: "I have enough medicinal materials on hand. It is best to use the tools for cooking medicine independently to avoid contamination."

Reschee nodded and agreed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This was all agreed on the road, Charles just went through the process to confirm.

"You can use the other room on the second floor as a laboratory," she said.

"Okay." Charles nodded and agreed, "I will try to get results within half a month. If it doesn't work, I can only use the last method."

As soon as he heard the last method, Leschel's body trembled. The magic that only burns certain objects without burning the body sounded too dangerous, and he didn't dare to try it.

Moreover, the fake roots of the moss on her body were rooted in the cortex and muscles, and were intertwined into a net. There was no difference between plucking and peeling the skin, and the burned ashes were difficult to clean up.

There are many things to do, such as rubbing a microscope in hand.

Charles's research on optics is limited to high school level. He still remembers that the objective lens has a magnification larger than the eyepiece and the portable microscope that he used at home before, and he doesn't know the refractive index of the crystal provided by Rescheer, so he can only make do with it. .

The use of teleportation in the field of processing is simply unbelievable, that is, the focal length takes longer than the processing and installation, and finally a barely usable machine is produced.