After explaining everything, Roland returned to the apartment as fast as he could, only to find that he had underestimated Garcia's vigilance.
He saw a familiar figure leaning against the corridor at the entrance of apartment 0825. She was talking on the phone while overlooking the busy crowd downstairs. She was wearing a gray and white T-shirt, loose black trousers, and a pair of high-top sneakers, which made her look youthful and energetic. If Roland did not know her real identity, he would have thought that she was a lively and cheerful girl next door that often appeared on TV.
Although he could see a little anger on her face, she was not as cold and mean as he remembered. After taking off the gorgeous brocade robe, this casual and simple sportswear unexpectedly matched the Princess of Wimbledon, who used to be the Queen of Clearwater.
Garcia noticed Roland when he was about to reach the door. "That's it. I have something to do. I have to hang up. If you want to persuade me in the future, please don't call me again. "
"The Clovers are here to talk about the demolition again?" Roland asked, pretending that nothing had happened.
"It's none of your business." She put away the phone and looked suspicious. "Where have you been? Didn't you say you wanted to take a shower? "
"Do you know how to get rid of the smell? One is to wash it, and the other is to cover it up with another smell, "he said calmly." The girl who lives in my house needs to go to school and needs to use the bathroom. I can't fight with her, can I? So I thought I might as well run a few laps and sweat a little. No wonder martialists always look clean. Well, that's not important. What's important is that I didn't sneak away. I'm standing right in front of you, isn't that right? "" That's not important.
"..." Garcia stared at him for a while and then said, "I don't want to interfere with your private life, but it's not good for you to indulge yourself too much. Besides... there's also the problem of education. "
"What?" Roland was surprised.
"Those girls," Garcia frowned. "The ones who left your house... Can't you do it outside? Do you have to bring them home? I thought you forgot that there's an underage girl living in the house. "
Roland almost choked on his words. In order to hide it from Zero, he deliberately let the Taquila witches disconnect their consciousness and enter the Dream World after the little fellow went to school. As for whether other people saw it or not, it did not matter. However, when it came out of Garcia's mouth, the meaning was completely different.
"It's true that some martialists will become less restrained after becoming famous. Money and fame always make people lose themselves, but don't forget that we're fighting for this world. We must always maintain a high fighting spirit and never slack off. Indulging in desire will only make your skills dull … "
"Ahem, I understand." Roland saw that she was about to start a moral education, so he quickly interrupted her, "We can talk about this later. Can you let me change first? Don't delay the departure time. "
Garcia shut her mouth unhappily and glared at him. "… Go ahead."
…
After a while, Roland deliberately put on his newly purchased suit and walked out of the door under Zero's surprised gaze. Before leaving, he did not forget to put the fried eggs made by the little girl into a fresh-keeping bag, ready to enjoy them on the way.
"You're …" Garcia, who was guarding the door, blinked.
"It's my first time going to the headquarters, so it's better to be formal." Roland shrugged and said, "This counts as entering the system. It's a bit disrespectful if I'm too casual. What do you think?"
"Ha … whatever." She shook her head. "But I didn't expect you to actually … look good dressed like this."
"Of course, you get what you pay for," Roland thought to himself. This custom-made suit had cost him a lot of "robbery fees". After all, clothes make the man. As long as he was not hopelessly ugly, he would instantly look good after dressing up and putting on a set of well-ironed clothes. Moreover, this body was well-proportioned. Coupled with his long gray hair, if he were in his original world, people would even believe that he was an elf prince.
The two went downstairs and walked out of the neighborhood. After waiting for a while on the street, a large bus stopped in front of them. Roland noticed that this bus did not have a license plate and the windows were covered by black curtains, so he could not see what was going on inside.
"Get on," Garcia said in a low voice. Roland did not know whether it was an illusion or not, but she looked much more serious.
When boarding the bus, Roland pretended to casually glance at the side of the street and saw that Phyllis had already stopped a taxi.
After the door was closed, he saw that the bus was not as dark as he had imagined. The lights on both sides of the aisle were all lit, and there were many people sitting on the seats.
Most of them were dressed in various styles, and they looked like a group of performance artists. Only a few of them looked normal, and they were all immersed in their own things. No one greeted Garcia. On the other hand, Roland keenly noticed that ever since he got on the car, a few guys had their eyes on him, and it was obvious that they had bad intentions.
Without saying a word, Garcia took Roland's hand and led him to the back of the bus.
"Aren't these your colleagues?" Roland asked in a low voice after sitting down.
"The Martialist Association isn't a company." Garcia rolled her eyes at him. "Most of the people on the bus are like you, new Awakened ones. It's the first time I've seen them."
"So many?" Roland was slightly surprised. He roughly counted and found that there were about 20 people in the bus.
"It's a lot. The last time I went to the Association, there were only five or six people … But it's not strange," Garcia replied. "Although ordinary people know nothing about the changes in the world, the Awakened with the Force of Nature can always sense something strange. Do you remember what I said before? Not all the Awakened will be on our side. There are no fewer Awakened ones than the Association's Martialists. Now that the Erosion has intensified and more and more Fallen Evils have appeared, they are in a more and more dangerous situation. In the future, more and more people will join the Association. "
"So most of the people on the bus are wild martialists or rogue cultivators?"
"That's a good description." Garcia raised the corner of her mouth. "I guess it's very likely. But you can tell me in private, but don't say it in front of them. The reason why these people don't want to join the Association is that they don't want to be restrained. If an ordinary person has the wrong mentality, it's easy for them to become arrogant and think that they are extraordinary. This not only hinders their progress, but also makes them very temperamental. "
"I've already felt that," Roland said casually.
"There was such a conflict in the past. A wild … martialist who joined the Association killed several members of the Association during a hunting mission, which caused a very bad influence. In the end, the 'Defender' appeared and eliminated them. So if they do anything provocative, just pretend that you didn't see it. This kind of behavior will be severely punished by the Association. "
"Can wild Awakened ones be so strong?"
"These people are often attacked by Fallen Evils, so they are much more experienced in combat and have better judgment than new Awakened ones. But as long as you practice hard and don't indulge in your desires, you'll grow much faster than them. After all, they're too busy with mundane affairs. "
At this point, Garcia sighed. "The Force of Nature is a means of self-protection given by God, not a tool to plunder others. If we can't stop the Erosion, the whole world may cease to exist. Many people enjoy the pleasure brought by power, but they forget their responsibilities. "
"This sentence sounds somewhat familiar …" Roland thought for a moment. Maybe more than 800 years ago, those witches who were aware of the dangers of the Demons established the Union with the same mentality.
After an unknown period of time, it suddenly became quiet outside the window. The friction between the wheels and the ground became deep and monotonous, as if they were driving alone in an empty tunnel.
After another half an hour, the bus finally stopped.
Just when Roland thought they had arrived at their destination, the bus trembled slightly, and then he felt a clear sense of weightlessness.
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