After Scroll left, only Roland and Anna were left in the office.
Roland opened a half-written textbook, intending to finish it. He picked up the quill but hesitated for a long time.
He found that he always unconsciously looked at Anna, as if his eyes were attracted by her figure.
"What's wrong?" Anna also noticed his gaze, put down the parts in her hands, looked up and asked with a smile.
"No, nothing." Roland gently shook his head. "If you feel bored here, let's go to the backyard of North Slope Mountain."
She pursed her lips and said, "It's not boring at all. I can finish the work at hand here. Most importantly, as long as you're with me, it doesn't matter where we are."
This kind of slightly embarrassing words, only she could say it so matter-of-factly.
"Okay." Roland responded with a smile and did not insist.
He knew that Anna would not say anything against her heart.
As the first witch he met after coming to this world, Roland already knew her temperament well. Except for academic discussions and bed whispers, most of the time Anna was quiet and calm, especially when she was focused on business. But he did not feel bored at all. For the two of them, silence was also a kind of communication.
In particular, the occasional eye contact between them had already revealed what they wanted to express.
Roland simply put down the quill and enjoyed the serious look of the other with a peace of mind.
Her silhouette was a beautiful sight at any time. Her flaxen hair had grown a lot longer and almost covered her fair neck. Her blue eyes were still as clear as a lake. She wore a fluffy light yellow sweater and a pair of comfortable black flannelette straight trousers, looking youthful and lively. This set of modern clothes and accessories was naturally made by him.
In order to work in the office, Anna had cut the metal ingots into palm-sized cubes in advance. She only needed to ask someone to transport them to the castle and then process them with the Blackfire. Roland could not help but be amazed as he watched the metal ingots being quickly turned into full plates of spare parts. To a certain extent, the skills and level of processing she demonstrated were no different from art.
These seemingly unremarkable components would eventually be sent to 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 Blackfire were controlled by magic, and summoning multiple Blackfire to cut from different angles was more difficult than using both hands to write different content at the same time. It required a high degree of concentration. Perhaps only someone as serious as Anna could devote herself to this job day after day.
Compared to the girl who had painstakingly practiced controlling flames in the castle's garden, everything had undoubtedly changed a lot, yet it was as if nothing had changed.
Just like that, a day quickly passed.
Night fell. After Roland fell asleep with Anna in his arms, the other world had just woken up.
…
He yawned and tilted his head to look at the calendar on the short cabinet beside the bed.
The clock was pointing to Saturday, October 14.
Although time passed much faster in the Dream World than in the real world, he did not enter this world every night. As long as he was not dreaming, time stood still in this world.
He walked into the living room, where breakfast was already on the table.
"Why did you get up so late today?" Zero asked while chewing a fried dough stick.
"It's a holiday. Adults have a lot of nightlife, so it's normal to sleep late." He walked into the bathroom and picked up a cup and toothbrush. "Are you going out later?"
"No, I have to do my homework!" The little girl replied, and then muttered as if she was talking to herself. "Nightlife? He came back earlier than me. At first glance, I know he's a frustrated uncle who has neither friends nor a career..." Her voice was not loud, but it was just loud enough for him to hear. It was obvious that she did it on purpose.
Roland almost choked on his mouthwash. It was already too much to call him uncle before, but now he had become an uncle? He looked in the mirror and found that his appearance was not much different from the real world. No matter how he looked, he was still 23 or 24 years old. Even if his singlet and shorts were a little shabby, it should not be that bad.
It could only be attributed to the poor taste of children.
He decided not to argue with a silly little girl. "Then open the door for me later. I'm going out, so I won't bring the key."
"Got it!"
When he finished washing up, Zero had already finished her breakfast and returned to her room.
Roland slowly sat at the dining table, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.
Today was the day he had arranged to meet Garcia.
After several months of effort, he had basically collected all the professional teaching materials and materials he could buy and piled them up in his bedroom. Later, he just needed to copy them. However, his plan to explore the memory fragments had run into a wall.
No residents in the Apartment of Souls were willing to rent a house easily. So far, he had only succeeded twice, and the fragments in the Gate of Memory were not valuable. There were more than 2,000 residents in this building, and he was afraid that selling armors alone would not be able to provide such a large amount of money. After all, he could not sell the armors as real antiques, and the probability of attracting the attention of the police was not much lower than the probability of directly breaking into someone's house to search.
After thinking about it, there were only two reliable ways: to increase the source of income, or to expand his reputation.
If he could become as famous as Garcia in the tube-shaped block, it would be much easier for him to rent or persuade people to move out. Or he could earn enough money and buy the entire tube-shaped block.
Regardless of which one it was, the most likely way to achieve it was to join the Martialist Association.
According to Garcia, as long as one participated in the task of hunting Fallen Evils, he would be rewarded handsomely. And if a powerful martialist was willing to appear on the stage, the Association would fully support him. However, when it came to the matter of the reward, Garcia looked a little disdainful, as if what they were doing was to protect human beings from the Fallen Evils, rather than for money.
Roland expressed his admiration for Garcia's righteousness and asked about the specific rules of the reward in detail.
In the first place, he was not willing to work for this eccentric organization, which emphasized responsibility and dedication, but whose behavior was somewhat similar to the masterminds behind the scenes, let alone work for free. He would not have decided to join the Martialist Association if he had not made little progress in the past few months.
At 10 o 'clock sharp, he put on a suit and went out. Although the meeting place was Room 0827, he could not be too casual as he was submitting an official application to the Association.
However, before he took two steps, he suddenly heard a childish scream behind him.
It was from Zero.
Roland was stunned for a moment. As soon as he turned around, he saw the little girl running out of the apartment with a panicked expression.
"What's wrong? Is there a mouse?"
"There's, there's a person in the room!" Zero stammered, pointing at the door.
"A person?" Roland frowned and went back to the door of Room 0825 to take a look. He was immediately stunned.
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