Phyllis asked in surprise, "This light is..."
"I don't know. It's probably returning magic power to this world." Roland patted the dust off his hands and said, "We have to get out of here as soon as possible, or we'll be in trouble if someone sees us."
"But isn't this guy an enemy?"
"Yes, he's an enemy, but not everyone has the right to punish him," Roland explained. "Times have changed. Even the most vicious person can only be arrested and judged by a special department." Of course, Fallen Evils were even more special. Garcia had mentioned that martialists who dealt with Fallen Evils would be issued a hunting license by the Association, which not only allowed them to kill suspicious targets, but also allowed them to legally kill normal Awakened Ones who tried to fish in troubled waters. If this matter was made public, it would undoubtedly cause a stir.
"Strange times," Phyllis commented.
When they walked out of the KFC, the chaos outside had begun to ease. The people who had not had time to escape were probably relieved to see the Fallen Evils suddenly leave.
After a few steps, Roland saw Zero running against the flow of people all the way to him.
She looked anxious, and the hair band on her head was untied. Her long white hair was scattered over her shoulders, looking very messy. Several people tried to stop her, but she dodged them with her small body and agile steps. When she saw Roland, her expression changed from anxiety to joy.
But this joy only lasted for a few seconds. The little girl forcibly suppressed the smile on her face and said angrily, "Why did you run out so late? Even a tortoise runs faster than you, uncle! "
Looking at her panting and flushed face, Roland could not help but bend down and touch her head. "I'm sorry to have made you worry."
"Who's worried about you? I'm worried about Sister Phyllis!" Zero glared at him and said, "It's her first time in this city. What if she gets separated by the crowd?"
Despite her words, the little girl obediently accepted the whole set of touching her head.
After that, it took Roland a lot of effort to explain what had happened to them and why they had taken so long to get out. Of course, he made up the latter half of the story. She only calmed down when she learned that the two of them had been caught up in the attack of the Fallen Evils and were almost unable to escape.
Fortunately, there were no more accidents during the rest of the trip. After Roland brought them to buy clothes, they went to the hot pot restaurant for dinner. As a delicacy with distinct characteristics, hot pot not only had a strong taste, but it was also relatively cheap. As long as he ordered some potatoes, vermicelli, and lotus root slices that were easy to fill, he could afford to eat until he was full.
Phyllis's behavior was not much better than when she was in the KFC restaurant. The alternating stimulation of the spicy and fresh fragrance made her unable to stop her spoon. Her teary eyes were not sure whether it was because of the spiciness or because she was moved to tears … In the end, she even drank a lot of the fiery red oil soup, which stunned the people around her.
It was already nine o 'clock in the evening when they returned to the apartment. Roland climbed to the eighth floor. When he reached the door of his apartment, he was surprised to see Garcia.
She stood in the middle of the aisle with a frosty expression. She could almost feel the low pressure around her.
"Has she been waiting for me here since I hung up the phone?"
Roland twitched the corner of his mouth and said awkwardly, "You see … I really brought my relative out."
"Can we talk now?" Garcia interrupted him directly.
Phyllis frowned, probably because Roland's tone was a little rude. "Burp … Please watch your attitude. She's the Lord of the World."
Roland hurriedly stopped her. "Ahem, it's okay. Go back to your room first. I'll talk to her for a while. I'll be back soon. "
After all, he was the one in the wrong. If he had been stood up like this and turned off his cell phone with a poor excuse, he would have been furious. He had thought that a proud person like Garcia would be greatly disappointed and never want to talk to him again, but he did not expect that she would still insist on waiting for him here even after being brushed off so perfunctorily. Perhaps this meant that the Martialist Association had reached the point where they were short of manpower.
Roland followed Garcia to No. 0827. Before Roland sat down, she turned around and asked, "Have you made up your mind? Or … is this just an excuse and you don't want to join the Association anymore? "
Her eyes were burning as if she wanted to see through his thoughts.
"Do you have water?" Roland shrugged, walked to the sofa, and sat down. "Iced water is fine too."
Under the light, he seemed to see the blue veins on Garcia's forehead throbbing.
Garcia took a deep breath, gnashed her teeth, and said, "I'll get it for you."
"Thank you."
After taking a sip of iced water, Roland said slowly, "I want to ask a question. Recently, there have been more and more reports about the Fallen Evils. Even when I was shopping today, I ran into a Fallen Evil who suddenly mutated. Is the Martialist Association in trouble?"
"You were in the Green Valley Park area today?" Garcia frowned.
"You know about it too?"
"Someone called the police, but we have to deal with this kind of thing eventually. The Association will contact the nearest martialists, and I'm one of them. "
"That monster …"
"It's dead, but we didn't do it. The core of Nature is also gone," Garcia said in a low voice. "This proves that someone acted faster than us."
"Who?" Roland asked, pretending to know nothing.
"This question is out of line." Garcia shook her head. "In fact, I shouldn't even tell you what I said before, because it's related to the secrets of the Association. As for your question, you're right. We're indeed in trouble. The Erosion of the outside world is accelerating, and this world may face a big crisis. "
"The Erosion again …" Roland's heart sank a little. "What kind of crisis?"
"No one knows the answer. Maybe the world will be destroyed, or everyone will become inhuman monsters. Because of this, the Association needs more people to stand up and stop the Erosion. This has nothing to do with gender, race, or national boundaries. Everyone who has awakened the Force of Nature should bear their own responsibility! " At this point, Garcia's tone involuntarily became a little higher. "Indeed, in the fight against the Erosion of the outside world, we may lose our lives, but this is the duty of martialists! I completely understand that you're afraid and hesitant, but please think about it. If even we don't fight, who else can protect everyone's safety? "
Roland fell silent. Garcia's frankness really surprised him. Under normal circumstances, in order to avoid raising the price, the Association should try its best to hide the difficulties faced by the Association. However, Garcia not only indirectly admitted that the Association was indeed short of manpower, but also mentioned responsibility and sacrifice, which was a little too frank.
If other martialists persuaded newcomers to join the Association like she did, he could somewhat understand why some people who had awakened the Force of Nature would rather face the attack of the Fallen Evils alone than join the Association.
After all, in this era, people's interest in righteousness had been greatly reduced, and self-interest was the first priority.
Previously, Roland had planned to join the Association only for the reward and fame, but now he felt that things might not be so simple. As one of the creators of the Dream World, he felt that it was necessary to use the power of the Martialist Association to find out the reason for the mutation of the Force of Nature and what the Erosion of the outside world was.
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