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Roland spread out a half-written textbook, intending to finish it, and picked up the quill pen, but it didn't fall for a long time.

He found himself looking at Anna unconsciously, as if his eyes were drawn to her figure.

"What's wrong?" the latter also noticed his gaze, put down the parts in his hand, and looked up and smiled.

"No, nothing. Roland shook his head slightly, "If you find it boring to stay here, let's go to the backyard of the North Slope Mountain." ”

She pursed her lips and said, "It's not boring at all, I can do the same work here, and most importantly, as long as you're with me, it's the same everywhere." ”

This kind of slightly shy words are the only ones she can take for granted.

"Hmm. Roland smiled in response, not holding on any longer.

He knew that Anna would not say anything against her will.

As the first witch to come to this world, Roland already knows the other person's heart - apart from discussing academic issues and whispering between the bed, Anna is always quiet and calm most of the time, especially when she is focused on business. But he didn't feel dull at all, and speechlessness was also a kind of communication for the two of them.

In particular, the occasional eye contact has revealed what each other wants to express.

Roland simply put down the quill pen and admired the other party's serious appearance with peace of mind.

Her silhouette was a beautiful sight at all times—the flaxen ends of her hair had grown so long that they almost covered her fair neck, and her blue eyes were still as clear as a lake. A fluffy light yellow sweater is worn over the body, and with comfortable black flannel straight-leg pants, it looks youthful and lively. This set of modern clothes and accessories is naturally from his handiwork.

In order to work in the office, Anna had cut precisely proportioned metal ingots into palm-sized cubes, which were then transported to the castle and processed with black fire. Seeing the metal ingots quickly turn into full-page parts under the black fire, Roland couldn't help but secretly admire - in a sense, the skill and processing level she showed were no different from art.

And these seemingly inconspicuous small parts end up in factories and become a vital part of many machines or weapons.

It was not easy to do this, he knew that the length and width of the black fire were controlled by magic, and it was more difficult to summon multiple black fires to cut from different angles than to have the left and right hands write different content at the same time, and the level of spiritual cohesion was extremely demanding. To be able to devote herself to this job day after day, I am afraid that only a serious character like Anna can do it.

Compared to the girl who had been practicing the fire in the castle garden at the beginning, everything had undoubtedly changed a lot, and it was as if nothing had changed.

And just like that, the day passed quickly.

As night fell, Roland fell asleep with Anna in his arms, and the other world had just woken up.

......

He yawned and looked back at the desk calendar on the low cabinet beside the bed.

The clock is pointing to Saturday, October 14th.

Although time passes much faster in the dream world than in the real world, he doesn't 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 dining table.

"Why are you up so late today?" asked Jieluo as she chewed on her fritters.

"It's a holiday, adults have a lot of nightlife, and it's normal to sleep lazy," he walked into the bathroom, picked up a cup and a toothbrush, "Are you going out later?"

"Don't go out, I have to do my homework!" The little girl replied, and then muttered as if talking to herself, "What kind of nightlife, obviously I came back earlier than me, and at a glance I knew that it was the kind of frustrated uncle who had no friends and no career......" The voice was not loud, but it happened to be heard by him, and it was obviously intentional by the other party.

Roland almost choked on mouthwash, it was already too much to call him uncle before, but now he has become an uncle? He looked in the mirror, 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 tank top and shorts were dressed a little shabby, it was not so unbearable.

It can only be attributed to the poor vision of children.

He decided not to bother with a yellow-haired girl, "Then I'll open the door for me later, I'm going to go out, so I don't have the key with me." ”

"Got it!"

By the time he had finished washing, Jero 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 was the day he agreed to meet Garcia.

After months of tossing, the professional textbooks and materials that could be bought were basically collected and piled up in his bedroom, and then he only had to copy the past, but the plan to explore the memory fragments hit a wall.

None of the occupants of the House of Souls are willing to rent a house easily, and they have only succeeded twice so far, and the fragments in the Memory Gate are not of much value. Considering that there were more than 2,000 households in this building, it would be difficult to provide such a large sum of money by selling armor alone - after all, he could not sell armor as if it were a real antique, and that would be no less likely to attract the attention of the police than if he had rushed into someone's house and searched it by force.

Come to think of it, there are only two reliable ways: either increase your source of income or expand your fame.

If you can be as famous as Garcia in the tube district, it will be much easier to rent or persuade people to move out, or if you can make enough money to buy the whole tube building, it is also a good way to buy the whole tube building.

Either way, it seems that the most likely way to achieve this at the moment is to join the Martial Arts Association.

According to Garcia, as long as you participate in the mission of hunting demons, you will be rewarded handsomely, and if a powerful martial artist is willing to appear on stage, the association will fully support it. She looked a little dismissive when it came to the payment, as if what they were doing was all about protecting humanity from the Fallen, not for money.

Roland expressed his admiration for the righteousness of the move and inquired in detail about the specific rules of the honorarium.

He himself was not very happy to work for this eccentric organization that emphasized responsibility and dedication, but whose actions were somewhat similar to those of the conspirators behind the scenes, let alone working for a day job. If he hadn't tried for months of exploration with little success, he wouldn't have decided to join the Martial Arts Association.

At ten o'clock, he put on a formal suit and went out - although the agreed place was in room 0827, he had submitted a formal application to the association, so naturally it could not be too casual.

But before he could take two steps, a childish scream suddenly came from behind him.

It was from Jieluo.

Roland was stunned, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the little girl running out of the apartment in a panic.

"What's the matter, there's a mouse?"

"Suddenly there's one more person in the house, there's one more person in the room!" said Jero, stammering as she pointed to the door.

"People?" Roland frowned, returned to the door of 0825 to take a look, and was stunned in place.

I saw that in the middle of the living room, which was obviously empty a minute ago, a strange woman appeared at some point.