"I didn't expect that you'd be free today. Weren't you sleeping in your lab?"
"I also didn't expect that you'd be willing to go out today. I thought that you'd choose to stay at home until the end of the world."
"… Of course I don't want to go out. Can you let me go back?"
"Don't even think about it."
Today's weather was nice and suitable for going out for a walk. At least, that was what Rorschach felt.
Beside him was Isabella, who had a confused expression. The young girl's face was pale, and there were two large dark circles around her squinted eyes. She seemed like an immortal, but she looked haggard. She subconsciously hid in the shadows every few steps, as if she was a vampire who couldn't see the light.
Don't misunderstand. A member of the Blood Tribe at Isabella's level was no longer afraid of sunlight.
She was simply a pitiful person who hadn't slept for three days and was now being dragged under the sunlight.
Rorschach opened his mouth as he looked at the frustrated Isabella. In the end, he didn't know what to say.
Although the artificial second heart was originally meant to be used to treat Isabella, nobody knew that immature technology would be unreliable. Three generations of lab rats had died in clinical trials before considering practical use.
Yep, lab rats. Rorschach released the first batch of heart fruits to the archmages and proposed the "Half Living Complete Revival Plan." The condition was that the archmages would share their experimental data.
Rorschach didn't intend to let her use it. His "lab rats" hadn't died yet, and there might still be obvious design flaws. However, Isabella couldn't wait any longer.
"You don't understand the pain of having your body weaken day by day. You don't understand the pain of having your magic power deteriorate day by day. You also have to watch your juniors and juniors grow day by day. Even your grandchildren can take over your position, while your power deteriorates to the point where you can't even compare to them … Install it for me. Just try it out and modify it. Testing new weapons is an ace's privilege! At least give me, an ace who's past her prime, some dignity! Rorschach, believe in me. At least believe in me who believes in you. "
It was rare for Isabella to be so serious. She was so serious that even Rorschach was shocked. Was there something wrong with this scene?
After being repeatedly interrupted, Rorschach thought about what Isabella had said. As a strong person, he had to have confidence in himself. No matter if it was Isabella's confidence in being able to handle any new equipment as an ace, or Rorschach's confidence in the results of his research … Alright, the above was all nonsense. The real reason was that Rorschach was terrified.
In less than two days, the laboratory had been attacked by the Masked Bat Bandit four times. If this went on, Rorschach was not confident that he could defend against the Masked Bat Bandit. Instead of letting her mess around, it would be safer for her to be under his supervision.
Rorschach's meticulous design and investment spared no expense. The first generation of experimental machines had been produced, and Isabella had indeed obtained what she had always dreamed of.
Her magic power began to recover, and her skin regained some of the luster of the living. She even had a heartbeat and body temperature that the Blood Breeds would never have. Most importantly, she recovered some of her sense of touch. She could feel the touch and enjoyment of the living … Don't misunderstand. Rorschach didn't do anything. He wasn't that kind of person. Why would he do such research for something like that?
Rorschach was relieved. At least nothing went wrong at first. Isabella had indeed recovered some of her vitality. Her damaged magic power source was also repaired by a new magic heart.
After that, Isabella disappeared … At the time, Roxia had thought that she had gone to show off to her old friends, or perhaps, as she had said before, she had gone back to put on the airs of a senior and "take care" of the new generation of aces.
But that night, Rorschach realized that something was wrong.
"Why didn't she come back? Didn't I tell her that the heart was using the power of the Land of Dreams? It's unstable in the outside world, and that she has to come back at night? "
Rorschach had intended to go to the Witch Squad to check on the situation. But the moment he left the shop, he was informed by the shop assistant that Isabella hadn't left at all.
But at this moment, Rorschach realized that a certain woman had used the excuse of recovering her power as an excuse, but actually …
On the afternoon of the third day, Rorschach finally found the missing Isabella. In a corner of the research lab, he opened a door and walked into a small secret room. He walked around the room twice and opened up an underground staircase. Then, he walked into an underground tunnel, which led to another world.
The deepest part of the tunnel was a basement.
He walked over. In the dark basement, there were loud noises. He opened the room … and there was a lot of trash.
"You can't even imagine what I saw there. A mountain of potato chips, a few freezers filled with ice cream, a garage full of Happy Drinks, and a piece of trash who was lying on a Happy Chair while giggling like a fool. No, that's a living piece of trash! "
The confidence of an ace? The pursuit of magic power by a spellcaster? The threat of a former ace to the dignity of the younger generation?
At this moment, Rorschach knew that it was all an excuse.
The so-called Happy Chair was a fully automatic mechanical chair (computer cabin). It could be installed with a computer, television, and games. It could be switched, played, and adjusted at will. The more advanced ones were equipped with a food bar. One could drink Happy Drinks on the left and eat potato chips on the right without sitting down. The more advanced ones even had the function of an automatic massage chair.
Isabella's chair was even more exaggerated. There was even a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a change of underwear on the extra stand. The water stains on the floor indicated that it seemed to have the function of a bathtub … Looking at the twelve sets of underwear that looked like flags, Rorschach fell into deep thought.
"It's hopeless … Should I contact the legendary Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center? Maybe she really needs a little bit of therapy. "
Rorschach paused for a second. He felt that it was better not to air his dirty linen in public. Especially if he really sent it over, it was hard to say who would get electrocuted.
However, looking at Isabella who was wearing a VR helmet and giggling while indulging in the virtual world, drinking Happy Drinks on the left and stuffing fried chicken into her mouth with her right, and chewing while giggling to the point of drooling … Rorschach's feelings became more and more complicated.
The young man walked closer. Seeing the 18R icon on the screen and the scene of the H-rated female character, as well as the H-rated female character's pillow not far away, he felt more and more subtle.
"Losing to a 2D character, and a female one at that. This feeling is really strange."
Rorschach hesitated for a moment. Did this count as what Isabella was talking about? Did this count as an extramarital affair and interdimensional love? But the next moment, he shook his head. He had been led into a trap by her logic. It was a little silly to seriously consider this.
Rorschach didn't dwell on it anymore. He smiled and shook his head. He knew very well that arguing with Isabella was tiring and meaningless. He just smiled and walked out, closed the door for her, and then … turned off the power switch.
"Ahhhhhhh! I haven't saved it!!!!! "
Then the young man laughed happily. He then threw a few new flash grenades that he had specially prepared for the Witch Squad on the ground.
A second later, when the angry girl in the shirt rushed out of the door, the vampire who hadn't seen the sun for 40 hours was welcomed by the special flash grenade.
"Hmm, the effect is outstanding. I can raise the price appropriately. Hmm, Isabella's old friend. Don't be too harsh. Just 20 times the cost. "
Looking at the high ranking Blood Breed who was rolling on the ground with her hands covering her eyes, Rorschach silently gave a thumbs up. He was really a genius to be able to develop a flash grenade that had three times the damage and magic penetration.
Then, Rorschach directly threw the blind bat into the bathtub (he personally confirmed that the expensive chair really had this function), washed it, and hung it together with her underwear to dry.
Resist? Impossible. This was Isabella's private residence. There were too many treasures that she had just bought. Rorschach directly waved the flame on the pillow and the Fat Otaku Happy Box (a mountain of game boxes). Isabella obediently knelt and apologized.
After washing the otaku clean, Rorschach dragged her out. The weather was pretty good today. Why not let his girlfriend dry in the sun? Hmm, dry in the physical sense.
Rorschach suspected that if he didn't bring her out to dry, he would have to wait for the day when he would harvest an otaku, rotten, and concubine dried bat in the basement.
However, Isabella's mental state of walking two rounds and her eyes that couldn't even open made her look more like a zombie in a horror movie. The passersby kept pointing and whispering.
Rorschach was a bit hesitant. After all, he was already a famous person. He still needed to save some face, especially when the "whispers" were getting more and more exaggerated.
"Tsk, what a rich imagination. Not only did she summon a zombie as her girlfriend, she even drugged her and 'picked up a corpse' on the street. What the hell is with drugs? Do I look like someone without a bottom line? Although I admit that Isabella looks like she's on drugs, but … "
Rorschach couldn't finish his "but" for quite a while. He really couldn't find any words to help Isabella change the topic.
However, considering the increasingly exaggerated headlines of the tabloids, Rorschach still quickened his pace and headed to his next destination as soon as possible.
Isabella was right. Rorschach had been so busy recently that he didn't have the time to wander around aimlessly.
Rorschach really did have something important to do today.
"The Truth Symposium personally invited me. I hope that nothing unexpected happens."
However, when he reflexively turned around to take a look, Isabella accidentally bumped into a fruit cart on the side of the road, which caused quite a commotion.
Rorschach seriously considered whether or not he should invite her back. It was fine if she embarrassed herself, as he was already used to it. If she accidentally angered the Truth Symposium, that would be quite the joke.
"Isabella, why don't you go back and rest for a while? I'll just go alone to Wenasia's invitation."
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