PS: There will be a more update later, and there will be mysterious characters appearing, and Li Lin, who hasn't shown his face for a long time, also appears again

"Why are you here?"

Roland questioned bluntly, this arrangement had exceeded the unexpected, and the suspicious smell could be smelled.

"I'm really sorry to disturb your happy life. ”

"Tristan ......" Parsifal smiled bitterly and tugged at his poisonous companion, and then said, "The annual leave is almost over, and the recent work is basically over, so the lord will inform us to take a big annual vacation, accompany you on a tour of Ludes, and see if you need any help in your life." ”

"It was so thoughtful. ”

With a quiet smile on his face, what he said in his stomach was, "The ghost believes that guy with black armpits." ”

Parsifal and Tristan were both officers already serving in the Defence Force, and their armaments continued to grow and budget allocations remained high. Even if the defense force is not a high-intensity continuous rotation work of the [Moon, Moon, Fire, Water, Wood, Gold], most of the incumbent officers stay in Alfheim even if they are on vacation.

It is possible that they simply come out to meet and play with old classmates during the annual break, but it is more likely to be a special arrangement.

Personnel changes? Or something else?

After pondering it, Roland asked lightly.

"Is anyone else coming?"

"Ah, and-"

"Parsifal, Code. ”

Tristan on the side spoke, Parsifar stuck out his tongue helplessly at Li Lin, and smiled in understanding at this somewhat naughty action, Roland was secretly speechless in his heart.

I wanted to ask Parsifal for some information, but Tristan intervened.

Even who is coming is highly confidential, and even more classified information, such as troop transfers, personnel changes, and so on, should not be inquired about.

Understanding this, Roland stopped talking for the time being.

Feeling that the atmosphere was a little awkward and cold, Parsifal, who decided to break the deadlock, turned to the ladies behind Roland, bowed slightly and saluted:

"First meeting. Miss Gloria Tellier, Miss Venia Langebel. Below is Kurt Parsifal and this is Tristan Wirtsbach. As you can see. We were former classmates of Roland. He is also an employee of V.E. ”

There is no obvious difference between the young man with squinting eyes and a business smile and the low-level migrant workers in the fried chicken pavilion, and Gloria is still subconsciously aware that this self-proclaimed Roland former classmate. A boy named Kurt Parsifal did not match his black suit and tie.

There is no smell of cheap hair oil, there is no pretentious ruffianism, and more importantly, the back and standing posture are too straight.

No thug, no thug, would unconsciously hold his head up, his middle finger pressed against the seam of his pants. Standing like a javelin, what kind of training can accumulate this kind of cultivation?

Beyond the appearance, the verbal familiarity with them also made Gloria uncomfortable, and the hooligans did not have a developed intelligence network that seemed to know everything.

"Mr. Parsifal?"

"No need, sir, Tristan and I are both single. ”

Glancing at Roland, who wanted to say something, Parsifal smiled narrowly, and a calm interjection came from behind him.

"It's not like a guy who gets a lot of gifts from girls when he comes to Valentine's Day. We always play the role of foil and leftover man. ”

"Tristan, you ......"

Looking at Tristan, who is now slightly taller than himself, Roland can't help but think back to how he insisted on drinking milk in the morning and evening every day.

From the beginning of his military school days, Tristan has always regarded himself as a competitor, studying, interning, physical training...... Even height is a competitive item. In order to be able to overwhelm Roland in height, Tristan, who obviously hates milk, has persevered until now, and judging from the results, the effect is still relatively obvious.

Of course, in terms of attraction to the opposite sex, Roland has the advantage.

"Really, a girl's gift?"

"Or a gift of Valentine's sacrifice?"

Parsifal and Tristan took a step back at the same time, the ladies squinting at Roland's eyes like frost, and at the same time there was a cold murderous aura radiating all around, already knowing very well how much trouble this murderous aura with a woman's scent would cause, and they acted completely instinctively. Roland's sight for help was completely ignored.

"I'm sorry, Roland. ”

Parsifal waved his hand regretfully, and Tristan added coldly.

"As long as it's something that happens between you and a woman, it's not good to get involved. ”

"Wait!What do you mean if nothing happens?!Hey......!!"

wanted to pull those two unrighteous guys back to block them for a while, and the imposing ladies had already forced up.

"Until then—"

"Tell me about you and the women, gentleman Roland?"

"This ...... Listen to me......"

Parsifal shrugged at Tristan and instructed the porters to remove Roland and their salutes, and Tristan also turned around, and the murderous aura behind him had risen to the point that he couldn't stop and stop......

Why don't you take out the greetings and gifts of female classmates, from the perspective of male self-esteem, it is very uncomfortable. If you look at the joke, it's very good.

Tristan thought earnestly, looking at the almost materialized black murderous aura on the ladies, and shook his head resolutely.

If you do that, you'll see what color Roland's internal organs are......

Sighing, as is the case with most solutions in military school, Tristan inserted himself between Roland and the opposite sex.

"Three, this is a public place where people gather, flirting and scolding flashes......"

Pouting to the side, following Tristan's movements, a cold sweat began to break out in their heads.

"In broad daylight, you're really brave......"

"Damn, so envious......"

"Don't you look down on singles, do you want to fight?"

"Burning the Straight ......"

"Burn—"

"Burn—"

The flame of the FFF Regiment is about to reach the ignition point, the eyes of the bachelor group are shining, and several people are wearing white pointed hats, and the stake is about to be erected......

"If you don't want to get into trouble, let's hurry up. ”

With a long sigh and the desire to laugh maniacally, Tristan turned to leave the waiting hall, and Parsifal and the three of them who were in a cold sweat immediately followed.

There is a parking area next to the train station for horse-drawn taxis, and passengers can easily find a rental carriage to go to the hotel with their luggage, just as Roland lamented that Lüders finally showed a little modern atmosphere similar to Alfheim, and another cross-dressed childhood friend leaning next to the rental carriage made him feel that things were unusual.

"Yo. Little master. Did you enjoy running away from home?"

He wears a black suit of the same style as Tristan and wears a stylish octagonal cap on his head. The ordinary-looking but fairly upright boy greeted Roland in an indecent tone like a little hooligan in the depths of the alley.

In fact, he received a comprehensive and systematic etiquette education, and before he came, he took a bath, sprayed men's perfume, and changed into a clean suit. As long as you have that self-awareness, you can be as personable as a child from a good family from a famous family.

It's just the beastly nature in his bones, plus he likes the unrestrained atmosphere between him and Roland very much. All the disguise work came to naught with a cynical laugh.

Looking at the fierce eyes, Roland muttered in a low voice:

"Really...... It's a big welcome ceremony......"

Childhood sweetheart's friend,In the military academy, he and Tristan always compete with him for the top three rivals in terms of age.,After graduating from the military academy, with almost crazy efforts.,Pass the guò test that almost no one has passed.,Put on a black uniform and become a glorious pro-guard.。 Now he is a member of the independent team [WerWolf], the elite of the elite.

A hybrid of human and orc - Caspar Georgsky.

Gathering of heroes.

The word flashed through his mind, Roland secretly clenched his molars, and there was a crisp sound of collision from Dilandal's waist. (To be continued.) )