After Scroll retired, only him and Anna were left in the office. .
Roland spread out a half-written textbook, intending to finish it, and picked up the quill, but he did not drop it.
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, raised his head and asked with a smile.
"No, it's nothing." Roland shook his head gently, "If you feel bored staying here, let's go to the backyard of Beipo Mountain."
She pursed her lips and said, "It's not boring at all. I can also complete the work at hand here. The most important thing is that as long as you accompany me, it will be the same everywhere."
This kind of embarrassing words, only she can say so for granted.
"Yeah." Roland replied with a smile, but didn't insist any longer.
He knew that Anna would never say anything against her heart.
As the first witch he met in this world, Roland already knew the other's temperament. Apart from discussing academic issues and whispering between the bed, Anna was always quiet and calm, especially when she was focusing on business time. But he didn't feel dull at all, and being silent was also a kind of communication for the two of them.
Especially the occasional eye contact, has already revealed the meaning that each other wants to express.
Roland simply put down the quill and admired the seriousness of the other party with peace of mind.
Her silhouette is a beautiful landscape at all times. The ends of her flaxen hair have grown a lot, and they are almost covering her fair neck, and her blue eyes are still as clear as lakes. A fluffy light yellow sweater over the body, with comfortable black flannel straight pants, look youthful and lively. This set of modern clothes is naturally also from his handwriting.
In order to be able to work in the office, Anna has cut the metal ingots whose proportions are precisely adjusted into slap-sized cubes, and then only needs to be transported to the castle by someone, and then processed with black fire. Seeing that the pieces of metal ingots were quickly turned into full-page parts under the black fire, Roland couldn't help but secretly admired that, in a sense, the skills and processing levels she showed were no different from art.
And 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, 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 at the same time. The level of spiritual cohesion is extremely demanding. To be able to devote herself to this job day after day, I am afraid that only Anna's serious personality can do it.
Compared with the girl who first practiced controlling flames in the castle garden, everything has undoubtedly changed a lot, and it seems that nothing has changed.
Just like that, the day passed quickly.
When night fell, and after Roland fell asleep with Anna in his arms, the other world had just woken up.
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He yawned and turned his head to look at the desk calendar on the low cabinet by the bed.
The time is pointing to Saturday, October 14th.
Although time in the dream world passed much faster than the real world, he did not enter this world every night. As long as you don't dream, time here stands still.
Walking into the living room, breakfast was already set on the table.
"Why did you get up so late today?" Zero asked while chewing the fried dough sticks.
"It's a holiday, adults have a lot of night life, and it's normal to sleep in late." He walked into the bathroom, picked up a cup and a toothbrush, "Are you going to go out later?"
"Don't go out, I have to do my homework!" The little girl replied, and then muttered as if she was talking to herself, "What kind of nightlife, obviously you come back earlier than me, you can see that it is the kind of person who has no friends, Frustrated uncle who has no career..." The voice was not loud, but it was just enough for him to hear, obviously the other party did it on purpose.
Roland almost choked on the mouthwash. It was too much to be called an uncle before, but now he has become an uncle? He looked in the mirror, and his appearance was not much different from the real world. No matter how he looked at it, he was twenty-three or four years old. Even if the vest and shorts were a bit shabby, it wasn't that bad.
It can only be attributed to the poor eyesight of children.
He decided not to bother with a yellow-haired girl. "Then help me open the door later. I have to go out, so I won't bring the key."
"Know it!"
By the time he finished washing up, Zero had finished breakfast and returned to her room.
Roland sat down at the table slowly, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
Today is the day he agreed to meet Garcia.
After several months of tossing, the professional textbooks and materials that can be purchased have basically been collected, and they are all piled up in his bedroom. After that, he only needs to transcribe it. However, the plan to explore the memory fragments has hit a wall.
No resident in the Soul Building is willing to rent a house easily. So far, it has only succeeded twice. Not to mention, the fragments in the Memory Gate are not valuable content. Thinking that there are more than 2,000 residents in this building, it may be 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, so the possibility of attracting the attention of the police is not as good as if he directly rushed in. How much lower the chance of forcibly searching someone's home.
After much deliberation, there are no more than two reliable paths: either increase your income stream or expand your prestige.
If you can be as famous as Garcia in the Tongzi District, it will be much more convenient to rent or persuade people to move out; or to earn enough money, it is also a good way to buy the whole Tongzi Building.
No matter which point it is, the most likely means to achieve it at present is to join the Martial Daoist Association.
I heard from Garcia that as long as you participate in the quest to hunt down demons, you will be rewarded handsomely, and if a powerful martial artist is willing to appear on the stage, the association will fully support it. When it was only about the reward, her expression was rather disdainful, as if all they did was to protect humans from being harmed by the Fallen, not for money.
Roland expressed his admiration for the righteousness of this move, and asked in detail about the specific remuneration rules.
He is not very willing to work for this weird organization that pays attention to responsibility and dedication, but its behavior is somewhat similar to the behind-the-scenes conspiracy planners, let alone white jobs. If it hadn't been for a few months of exploration with little success, he wouldn't have decided to join the Martial Daoist Association.
At ten o'clock sharp, he put on a formal suit and went out. Although the agreed location was in room 0827, he was submitting a formal application to the association, so he couldn't be too casual.
It's just that before he could take two steps, a childish scream came from behind him.
It was sent by Zero.
Roland was stunned for a while, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the little girl running out of the apartment with a look of panic.
"What's the matter, there are mice?"
"There is one more person in the room, suddenly!" Zero stammered, pointing at the door.
"Human?" Roland frowned, returned to the door of 0825 and looked at it, and was stunned in place.
I saw a strange woman appeared in the middle of the living room, which was clearly empty a minute ago.