"Hey, good timing. I have something to talk to you about." Garcia's voice came from the other end of the line before Roland could say anything.
"Uh... what's up?"
"It's not convenient to talk over the phone. Just come to my room. You just woke up, right? "
Roland could feel the disdain coming from the other side of the phone, as if staying in bed was a heinous crime for a martialist.
"Well... okay." He thought for a while and decided to go to room 0827 first. If Garcia was in a bad mood, he could talk to her another day.
After hanging up the phone, Roland asked the three witches to wait in the living room for a while and then went to room 0827 alone.
"The door's open. Come in." Garcia had obviously heard his footsteps.
Roland pushed the door open and walked into the living room. She was wearing a loose summer dress and holding two glasses in front of the refrigerator. Her wet gray hair fell on her shoulders and tiny beads of sweat hung on the tip of her nose. She was wearing a pair of cartoon flip-flops. At this moment, she did not look like a serious and self-disciplined martialist at all, but more like an ordinary college student enjoying her summer vacation. "What do you want to drink? Water, tea, Coke... I have iced water. "
"Right," Roland thought. "Garcia's actual age is not that different from mine, at most two or three years." If he had not been set up by the Dream World as a down-and-out landlord of a tube-shaped apartment who dropped out of school and lost his job after working in a bar, he would still be in school.
"Coke," Roland replied casually. "Did you just finish your morning exercise?"
"Do you think everyone is as lazy as you?"
Roland was slightly stunned. She was obviously so unguarded, but she still spoke as if she had just met him. It was a miracle that she could live until now.
But after knowing her for so long, Roland was sure that she was not in a bad mood at the moment. In fact, she was even in a good mood.
Did it have something to do with what she wanted to say?
"Here, iced green tea." Garcia put the drink in front of him.
"I think I just said Coke..." Roland raised his eyebrows.
"You don't exercise in the morning, so drink less sugary drinks." "The evolution of the Force of Nature has nothing to do with the size of the body. Even a person who looks thin and weak can explode with great power. This also meant that it was unable to help you reshape your body. If you wanted to compete on the stage in the future, it was better to be careful. A well-proportioned martial artist is always more popular than a fat one. "
If that's the case, then don't list this option! Roland rolled his eyes and asked snappily, "So? You didn't call me here just to talk about my figure, right? And I've said it before, whether it's a celebrity martial artist or a martial arts competition, I have no interest in it at all. Eradicating evil and protecting the world is something that only needs to be shouldered. I don't need fame. Just let me be a nameless guardian. "
If he really became famous, he would be recognized wherever he went. How could he rob other people then?
"Unbelievable..." Garcia suddenly lowered her voice. She stared at Roland and said slowly, "I thought that you would never say such words. Of course, my master once taught me that you should pay attention to what a person says, but what a person does. If I didn't know what you've done, I probably would've taken these words as shameless bragging. But it's... it's true. "
Roland naturally understood what she was talking about.
Since he had tasted the sweetness of robbing Fallen Evils, he and the Taquila witches began to clean up the hidden low-level Fallen Evils in the city.
During the day, Faldi and the others would search and locate the Fallen Evils, and at night, he and the combat witches would kill the Fallen Evils. In addition to the mutated Force of Nature, they often earned a lot of extra income. In order to avoid being noticed, he would only take some cash or unidentifiable belongings. At the same time, he would occasionally hand over some Force of Nature to the Martialist Association.
After all, the Association was also monitoring the movements of the Fallen Evils. If they found that a large number of Fallen Evils died inexplicably and the Force of Nature disappeared, it would probably cause a commotion and he would be involved in trouble. Therefore, it was safer to voluntarily give up some of the obviously exposed targets.
In addition, he was also the most active in accepting the wanted and Erosion orders issued by the Association. According to Garcia, he was the newcomer who had fought with the Fallen Evils the most, even more than many official members. Moreover, according to the intelligence, the Fallen Evils had already noticed the emergence of a strong enemy and were trying to find out his identity and whereabouts.
In other words, he had thrown a stone into the upper echelons of the Prism City and the Fallen Evils, but he was not well-known among the ordinary martialists and the public. If Garcia had not been the guide in this area and Roland needed to contact her every time he wanted to hand over some Force of Nature, she would not have known what he had done.
"Ahem... it's my job." Roland cleared his throat and said, "Isn't this the duty of a martialist?"
"Yes," Garcia said with a rare smile. "This is the duty of a martialist." She took out a piece of paper from under the tea table and handed it to him. "Congratulations, you've become an official member of the Martialist Association. This is the new contract that arrived today. It will take effect after you sign your name."
"If I remember correctly, I could become an official member of the Prism City if I solved one Erosion Case on my own. I've completed at least eight to ten missions. The administrative efficiency of the Prism City is really low." Roland curled his lips and signed his name at the end of the contract.
"Because... the Martialist Association is an international organization."
"So I'm the same as you now?"
"No." Garcia shook her head and pushed another small booklet towards him. "To be precise, you're more powerful than me."
Roland curiously flipped open the little book, and could not help but be slightly stunned. "This is —"
"A hunting license." She stopped smiling and said word by word, "It's only granted to extraordinary people who are talented in fighting and determined to fight against evil. There are less than 10 martialists in this city who have a hunting license, and the Prism City has issued about 100 licenses. As for its use and precautions, they are all written at the end of the book. Remember, this is not only the trust that the Association has in you, but it also represents a greater responsibility. I hope that you can persevere on this path until humanity obtains the final victory. "
"So... this is what she's happy about?"
Most people would feel disappointed, jealous, or indignant after being surpassed by a newcomer they had recruited. However, none of these negative emotions could be seen in Garcia's eyes. She was happy from the bottom of her heart, as if she was the one who had won this honor.
This made Roland a little worried.
Garcia's impression of him was at its highest point, but the more she thought about it, the more pressure she felt. He knew that although Garcia looked indifferent, she had a strong sense of justice in her heart. Otherwise, she would not have helped the residents of the apartment resist the Clover Group's demolition. Roland felt a headache when he thought about the possible misunderstandings that might arise.
"By the way, why did you call me?" Garcia took a sip of tea and said, "I've told you everything I wanted to tell you. You didn't call me because you knew about this in advance, did you?"
"Well... I did have something to tell you," Roland replied reluctantly. "Can you come to my room?"
Garcia glanced at him with a puzzled look and said, "No problem, but can't we talk about it here?"
"You'll know when you come."
"All right."
Roland took a deep breath and took her back to room 0825.
When he entered the living room, the three witches immediately looked at him with sparkling eyes.
At the same time, he felt an indescribable chill on his back.
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