Probably because she did not want to be recognized, she was wearing a checkered blouse, a pair of jeans, a pair of sunglasses, and a cap, which made her look very low-key. However, Prince Roland had such a deep impression of his third sister that he could immediately recognize her by her voice even if her face was covered up.
Roland glanced at the note on the armrest to make sure that he was not sitting in the wrong position. He asked, "Why can't it be me?"
"Hmph," Apparently, she had also seen the name on the note and could only make a nasal sound of dissatisfaction.
"By the way, you actually have a child?"
This is unbelievable. Did Garcia not only give birth to a child in the Port of Clearwater, but also be swallowed by Zero in the Battle of Everwinter?
"Cousin," she spat out the two words coldly.
"Well, it seems that she is also a substitute."
For some reason, Roland felt a little strange. Garcia's attitude towards him seemed to have changed from the first time they met. Although her impatience was still evident, the disdain and disgust she had shown in the beginning had disappeared.
As the teachers arrived one after another, the parent-teacher conference finally began. After the teacher on the stage finished talking about the new semester plan, it was time for the students to make their speeches. When Zero stood up, there was a sudden burst of discussion among the parents, and the children all turned to look at her. It had to be said that it was really cheating to keep a witch's appearance in the Dream World, especially her natural white hair and crystal-like red eyes, which enhanced her beauty to a unique level.
Since the parents also had to stand up to accompany the students when they spoke, Roland had to enjoy the "ceremony" of "being stared at. Zero was naturally someone else's child, while he was a good-for-nothing adult... This could be seen from the doubts and sneers in the other parents' eyes. Everyone was dressed as formally as possible, and Roland's casual outfit with cartoon short-sleeved shirts and half-length pants was really out of place.
After returning to his seat, Roland felt that Garcia seemed to be peeking at him, which made him feel even more depressed. She was wearing sunglasses and had no scruples about peeking at him. If he stared back and found that she was not looking at him at all, it would be quite embarrassing.
Not long after, he felt his elbow being poked by the other party, and a piece of paper was handed to him.
Roland frowned and unfolded the note. The handwriting on it was as if it had been chiseled by a knife. Even if he did not understand calligraphy, he could feel the power contained in the strokes. However, the content made his heart skip a beat.
[You're the mysterious martialist who was running on the streets a while ago, right? "
How the hell did she know!
Roland couldn't help but look at Garcia, only to find that she was still writing something.
Soon, the second piece of paper was also in his hands.
[Don't deny it. Martialists are very sensitive when it comes to judging figures and remembering the details of movements. When I first saw the news, I felt that it was particularly familiar. Now I can finally confirm it. Did you awaken the Force of Nature not long ago, or have you been hiding your identity from the very beginning? Answer me honestly! "
Memory figure? How could it be so exaggerated? Even if I put those videos in front of him, he was not sure that he would be able to recognize me, right? But then again, Garcia would not go so far as to ask every person who had a similar figure. The fact that she could connect him with the mysterious martialist had, in a sense, proved that her observation skills were indeed far superior to that of ordinary people.
Could this be the reason why she changed her attitude towards him?
Roland hesitated for a moment. When he raised his hand, a pen was already in his hand.
He was going to deny it and dismiss it as ridiculous, but when the tip of the pen touched the paper, an idea suddenly came into his mind.
To be honest, his interest in martialists was only at the level of an onlooker, and he had no interest in fighting in the ring. In the Dream World, he was at least half a God of Creation. If he won, it would be natural. If he lost, it would be even more shameful. Judging from the current situation, he had not received any special training, and based on the level he had shown on TV, he would most likely lose.
Compared to collecting books and exploring memory fragments, studying the Force of Nature was not a high priority. However, he found that this coincidental encounter might be a good breakthrough. If he could take this opportunity to get in touch with Garcia and find an excuse to go to her house, it would be naturally the best.
Thinking of this, Roland scribbled his answer on the back of the note.
[What is the Force of Nature? I don't quite understand what you mean. ]
[This is something that even kids know. Why are you pretending to be stupid? ]
After throwing the note, she took off her sunglasses and glared at Roland.
[So the sudden increase in strength is the awakening of the Force of Nature? ]
[Force of Nature has far more than this. Have you never paid attention to the propaganda of the Martialist Association? ]
[I'm not interested in fighting, and I don't want to care about what you said. ]
[In addition to participating in competitions, martialists are also responsible for maintaining the order of the city and ensuring social security. ]
[What's that? ]
[It's a bit complicated. Let's find a place to talk about it. ]
[Very good. Roland applauded his own cleverness in his heart. Things seemed to be developing in the direction that he hoped.
[Really? But I have to go to the company in the afternoon. How about a visit in the evening? ]
If he agreed now, then the meeting place was likely to be at a nearby coffee shop or restaurant. If he used an excuse to delay the meeting, then it would be difficult for the other party to refuse. After all, 0825 and 0827 were very close to each other. At this time, they would have already eaten dinner, and it would be too early for supper. Therefore, his home would be the most suitable place.
Sure enough, after hesitating for a while, Garcia finally nodded.
The students and parents spoke on the stage one by one. When it was her cousin's turn, the crowd burst into discussion again.
However, this time, the focus of attention was changed from his grades and appearance to his status and background.
"Is he the son of the Clover Group?"
"It seems that it's not his parents."
"They are all famous entrepreneurs. How could they have time to attend the parent-teacher meeting?"
"Is this young lady also from the Clover Group?"
"I think so. Judging from her dress, I can tell that she doesn't want to be noticed."
"It would be great if we could get in touch with her."
"Save it. Do you know who she is. Why would she talk to you?"
Who the hell is the Clover Group? Roland rolled his eyes. It sounded like a big company, but if that was the case, why would the relatives of the boss of the group live in a shabby tube-shaped apartment?
Garcia's expression was a bit strange. Although her eyes were hidden under the sunglasses, her clenched fists and the lowered corners of her mouth revealed her attitude.
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