"Hey, the call is just in time, I just want to find you for something." After the call was connected, before he opened his mouth, Garcia's voice came from there.
"Uh... what's the matter?"
"It's inconvenient to call, so come to my room. Anyway, you just woke up a while ago, didn't you?"
Roland could feel the contempt coming from the other side through the receiver, as if staying in bed was a sinful act for a martial artist.
"Then... Okay," he thought for a while, and decided to go to 0827 to find out. If Garcia was in a bad mood, he could choose to talk about it another day.
Hanging up the phone, Roland instructed the three witches to wait in the living room for a while, and then came to the door of 0827 alone.
"The door is open, come in." Garcia apparently heard his footsteps.
Roland pushed open the door and walked into the living room, and saw that the other party was wearing a loose summer dress, holding two glasses in front of the refrigerator. The wet grey hair fell on her shoulders, the tiny beads of sweat still hung from the tip of her nose, and she was stepping on a pair of cartoon flip-flops. At this moment, she didn't look like a serious martial artist at all, but more like one. Ordinary college students enjoying the summer vacation, "What would you like to drink? Boiled water, tea, cola... all with ice."
Also, Garcia's actual age is not much different from his own, at most the difference is only two or three years old, he thought to himself. If he was not originally set by the dream world to be a landlord who dropped out of school halfway, worked in a bar and lost his job, and was extremely depressed, he should still be in school today.
"Coke." Roland replied casually, "You just finished practicing in the morning?"
"You think everyone is as lazy as you?"
He froze for a moment, obviously he was so unguarded, but he still spoke the same way as when he first met, as if he was uncomfortable without sarcasm.
But after having known each other for so long, at least one thing Roland can be sure of is that the other party's mood at the moment is not bad... even good.
Could it have something to do with what she was going to say
"Here, iced green tea." Garcia put the drink in front of him.
"I just said it seemed to be Coke..." Roland raised his eyebrows.
"If you don't have morning exercise, drink less beverages with high sugar content." She said solemnly, as if suppressing her smile, "The evolution of the force of nature has nothing to do with body shape, even a person who looks thin can burst into a powerful burst of strength. It also means that it can't help you reshape your body. If you want to compete on the stage in the future, you should pay more attention. A well-proportioned martial artist will always be more popular than a fat martial artist."
In this case, you should not list this option! Roland rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "So what? You asked me not just to talk about body shape, right? And as I said, whether it's a star martial artist or a martial arts tournament, I have no interest at all. To eradicate evil and protect the world, I only need to bear the burden, no fame, just let me be an anonymous guardian."
If you are really famous, you will be recognized wherever you go, so how can you go to the house
"Unbelievable..." Garcia's voice suddenly dropped a lot, she looked at Roland and said slowly, "I thought it was most unlikely to come out of your mouth. Of course, the master taught me, don't look at what a person says. , but it should depend on how a person does it. If I hadn't known what you did, I'd probably only take this remark as shameless bragging, but... it's true."
Roland naturally understood what the other party was talking about.
Ever since he had tasted the sweetness of looting the Fallen, he and the Taquila witch started to clean up the hidden low-level Fallen in the city.
In the daytime, Falti and others conduct search and positioning, and at night, he and the battle witch solve the opponent. In addition to harvesting the natural power of mutation, they can often get a lot of extra income. In order to avoid being noticed, he will only take part of the cash or property whose identity cannot be confirmed, and occasionally turn over some power of nature to the Martial Daoist Association.
After all, the association is also monitoring the movements of the fallen demons. If they find that a large number of demons have died inexplicably and the power of nature disappears, I am afraid that it will cause a round of shocks, and it will be troublesome to involve him. Therefore, it is better to take the initiative to give up part of the targets that have obviously been exposed.
In addition, he also received the most wanted orders and corruption requests issued by the association. According to Garcia, he was the one who had the most encounters with the fallen among the newcomers, and even surpassed many regular members. And there is information that the Demon Fallen has been aware of the appearance of a powerful enemy and is trying to find out his identity and whereabouts.
In other words, he threw a stone that was enough to stir up ripples among the high-level people of Prism City and the Demon Fallen group, but he was not well-known among ordinary martial artists and the public. If Garcia hadn't been the guide in the area, if Roland needed to contact her whenever he wanted to turn over the power of nature, she wouldn't have known what he had done.
"Cough cough... It's just a matter of duty," Roland cleared his throat, "Isn't this the duty of a martial artist?"
"That's right," Garcia laughed rarely, "this is the duty of a martial artist." She took out a piece of paper from under the coffee table and handed it to him, "Congratulations, you have become a full member of the martial arts association. , this is the new contract sent today, and it will take effect when you sign it."
"I remember that I could become a full member by solving one erosion incident by myself. As a result, I have completed eight or ten tasks so far. The administrative efficiency of Prism City is really low enough." Roland pouted, in the contract Signed with his name at the end.
"Because... the Martial Daoist Association is an international organization."
"So I'm like you now?"
"No," Garcia shook her head and pushed another small notebook over, "to be precise, above me."
Roland opened the small book curiously, and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, "This is"
"Hunting license." She put away her smile and said word by word, "It is only granted to those who have outstanding talent in combat and are determined to fight against evil. There are no more than ten martial artists in this city who have it. The number of licenses issued by Prism City is about a hundred. As for its use and precautions, it is written at the end of the book. Remember, it is not only the trust of the association in you, but also represents a greater responsibility. I hope you Can persevere on this path until the ultimate victory of mankind."
So... is this what she is happy about
Being overtaken by the newcomers she recruited, ordinary people may feel lost, jealous, resentful, etc... But in Garcia's eyes, she couldn't see these negative emotions at all. She was happy from the bottom of her heart, as if She got the honor herself.
This made Roland a little worried.
Now Garcia's feelings for him can be said to be at the highest point, but the more this is the case, the greater the pressure of this expectation. He knew that the other party was indifferent on the outside, but he had a great sense of justice in his heart. Otherwise, he would not have helped the residents of Tongzilou to fight against the forcible demolition of the Sanye Group. When he thought of the misunderstanding that might arise in the future, he felt that his head was extremely large.
"By the way, why did you call me before?" Garcia took a sip of tea comfortably, "I've said everything I want to explain, you can't tell me this in advance, right?"
"Well... there is indeed something," Roland bit his head and replied, "Can you come to my room?"
Garcia glanced at him suspiciously, "It's not a problem, but can't I say it here?"
"You'll know when you come."
"All right."
Roland took a deep breath and took the other party back to 0825.
Walking into the living room, the three witches immediately cast their shining eyes on him.
At the same time, he felt an indescribable coolness behind him.
"You... You really took this step!" Garcia stood at the door dumbfounded, "Oh my god... They are still children, I, I want to call the police!"