Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

It was already early in the morning when I regained my consciousness and reopened my eyes. The fairly gentle morning sun was thrown in from outside the window, probably because of the dry air, and small dust drifted across the sun. The roof above the head was ruined, and from time to time a clear blue sky and tulle-like clouds flowed through the hole.

The figure who speaks a foreign language is not by Roland's side at the moment, where he is and who he is, he has no clue now. The only thing I can be sure of is that I have gotten the help I can. I guess from the condition of the house, a thin blanket and a damp cloth are mostly the limit that the homeowner can do.

When I tried to move my body, my stiff muscles immediately responded with a tingling pain, and the straw underneath was too dry, and Roland's teeth grin.

The headache has subsided, the wounds on the body have been washed, and the upper body has nothing to wear... Anyway, that body has become a rag, and there is nothing to regret, but the meaningless naked upper body still makes him embarrassed. Looking around, Roland moved his legs and waist and slowly went to bed in order to find clothing to cover his body.

The soles of the feet step on the ground, and the knees, waist, and elbows work together. The body is a little bit-not exaggerated and described, it is really very slow to stand up.

For a normal standing movement, a sweat pours out of his forehead.

"Ok--"

The body was weaker than expected, stood up swaying, but there was no sign of stability in the center of gravity. Seeing that it was about to fall, Roland reached out to the table and chairs one step away from the bed, trying to correct it. Body balance. However, neither Roland's physical strength nor a chair with three legs standing on the ground is enough to support Roland's weight. Ping pong banged, Roland and the chair fell to the ground together.

The door was opened immediately after the big noise.

Roland raised his head hard and walked through the door to the dark-haired girl who hurriedly walked into the room into his field of vision. The dark-haired black-eyed face was plain and childish. She ran to Roland with a surprised expression, and quickly and gently lifted Roland from the ground.

In the process, the girl's hair brushed Roland's nose.

The unmaintained hair is dry and split, but it has a light fragrance, not an elegant perfume, but a haystack that accumulates in the sun.

Supported by the girl, she returned to bed, and Roland thanked with regret:

"I'm sorry, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roland suddenly saved the two parties’ speech impediment, and at the same time felt a headache for their own ignorance, but also embarrassed by the inability to express their gratitude. .

The girl could not understand what the other party wanted to express for a while, and soon she seemed to see nothing and smiled gently.

The smile is not perfect, there is no **** element, not to mention charming, but it has incredible tolerance.

Like a mother to a child, unilateral, pure tenderness.

Blinking his eyes, it seemed to remember something, the girl slowed down and said:

"who are you?"

Despite the strong accent, the girl spoke in the familiar Charlemagne language.

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The anxious atmosphere pervaded the mansion, and the cool air in early summer could not blow into the big house at all.

It’s only 14 hours since Roland disappeared, and the search has been carried out for 14 hours. It’s totally a fantasy to find someone without clues in such a short period of time, let alone the kidnappers (ladies don’t recognize the dictator Your guardianship, and does not recognize the attached discipline rights) is still an omnipotent bastard. No one knows where the **** kidnapper is next.

This is helpless.

It's inevitable that things will go wrong when things don't go smoothly. Appropriate decompression has an irreplaceable role in maintaining a calm mind and ensuring a working mentality. In this regard, everyone has their own set of decompression methods.

As an ancient species of longevity, Favna deeply understands and agrees with the psychological needs of human beings, and actively undertakes most of the coordination and distribution work, but this does not mean that she fully agrees with the way of human decompression.

Looking at pages and pages of battle reports from various fronts, verbatim extraction of suspicious information-this is the basis of intelligence analysis, the most boring, and the most critical part. The huge pile of dazzling people saw that there might be nothing in the pile of words that made people want to vomit, or it might hide the key to decide the outcome. The battle with the sea of ​​information is precisely the fate of intelligence analysts.

"That, Miss Spider, what does this XX mean?"

When the childish voice came, the dragon princess raised an eyebrow.

"Um... let's speculate on the content before and after the article, Vernia, you can try to read the text."

"‘After giving XX to OO, a hot pant came out of his mouth’."

The elbow that supported the chin against the table slipped away, and the ancient seed almost turned under the table.

After propping up and sitting upright again, after taking a deep breath, Favna, who had calmed down again, began to review the documents again.

"What kind of voice is the man's gasp, does Miss Gloria know?"

"Well... it's not very clear at the moment, but it should be very painful... Is it a painful thing to'give XX to OO'?"

Repeatedly saying "No desire, no demand, no desire", Fafna put the reviewed paper into the folder and moved another pile of forms to the front.

"It doesn't hurt at all, it should be the opposite. For example, a gasp when a man has a cold has a very subtle attraction. If you give XX to OO, men will make such a wonderfully attractive voice. ."

"Attraction?"

"You think of wheezing as someone uttering it will understand."

"..."

"..."

"Right, right, blushing is the best proof."

"Also, that means "giving XX to OO" is, is it a very comfortable thing?"

"Yes, that's it, read on."

"Uh, okay. ‘I held his XX gently, gave XX to OO gently with my fingers, and then from his mouth—’"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

The file forms flew into the sky with a swipe ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ scattered like snowflakes.

"I've had enough! Stop! Immediately! Immediately! No more talking!"

The large desk was raised high, and the floor was slammed on the floor.

Facing the almost mad Fafna, Vernia and Gloria narrowed their necks like a student who did the wrong thing, and the spider smiled calmly.

These three have just finished their intelligence analysis work and entered the rest mode. They were originally talking about the relationship between Li Lin and Roland, but when the spider handed a suspicious book, the topic began to turn to a dangerous direction.

"Who will explain it to me! Obviously looking for a clue to Roland, why would it become such a shy thing between men!!"

Waving the desk, Favna screamed from the bottom of her heart in the wind.