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Chapter 1326 No. 232: Undoubtedly a timely rain

"Do you know where you are going?"

"Any suggestions?"

"No, I was just curious as to why you wanted to leave, but now there's another question."

"I guess you want to know what day it is today that there are so many people?"

"Do we need to be so tactful in our conversation?"

"You are not me, after all. As for your previous question, there are two players from Arima Kinen who are training here."

The hall in front of the β training ground is currently crowded with people.

Fans, reporters, and training ground security guards who maintain order together make up this dense crowd.

Even though the entire hall was decorated like a can of sardines, as long as the person they were waiting for did not show up, these sardines would just lie there stiffly.

It will just make those uniquely styled security guards extra nervous.

This group of literal demons and monsters from outer space were obviously calling it a high-end game in their hearts. Even those resentful souls who looked like they were wearing medieval armor had their mail mail taut and were very nervous.

Then, when he and many others noticed the "child" walking out of the exit, his heart subconsciously tightened -

But the child was not only talking to something above his head, but also waving his hands like he had a chuunibyou.

This is the perspective of ordinary people, but if it were these security guards with unique looks and intimidating looks, they would immediately understand that this is a signal to them.

Don't act rashly.

They could all recognize who the kid was. After all, the current corporate structure of the β Training Ground was similar to that of Rhodes Island. The core employees were all time travelers from the same hometown, and each of them possessed unique skills. The leader was even a mixed-blood who was on the side of the demons.

To them, the rainbow-colored divine aura of the boss behind the scenes was still quite obvious.

Even if the boss himself tried to cover it up, these inhuman creatures that had been accustomed to "coexisting" with the gods in the same sky countless years ago, each had some "unique secret recipes" that enabled them to survive to this day.

Eyesight is the most important thing, followed by eye contact.

The older the era, the more careful you should be about encountering powerful and arrogant people.

Similarly, the older the era, the more emphasis was placed on sticking together while also having strict hierarchy.

Regardless of which era it was, or the time that later belonged to humans, the lives of other species could hardly be called precious, and obeying the instructions of those above them was a unified and common survival wisdom, not to mention that they were facing Omer Linton, who had demonstrated his military power more than once.

Indeed, even Omar, who always makes multiple preparations for everything, has never thought of such propaganda motives.

But this does not prevent his nominal employees from respecting him very much.

It is hard to tell whether they are afraid of Omar slapping them to death based on their own standards, or whether they have simply not changed their mind about the law of the jungle and hierarchy.

It is precisely because of this level of care that Omer is recognized on the spot by the employees every time he comes. From the nominal person in charge, Onino Xiaomei, to the training ground guard Fu Sangshen, everyone has the ability to recognize Ding Zhen at a glance.

This also gave the boss the idea of ​​"asking me about the ultimate breath hiding technique when I have time."

But looking at this scene, you can tell that the boss has been busy all the time.

He may be free at the moment, but rather than waiting for him to do anything, it is better to look at his current state.

"Kid, where are your parents?"

"..."

Little Omar looked up speechlessly at the man in a suit with a pen hanging on his chest and an automatic camera following him. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked to the side.

There was none of the politeness that one usually tries so hard to maintain.

"Hey, don't go! Little boy, uncle is worried about you--"

"Sir, could you please stop harassing our children?"

"Eh?"

"... "

The sudden charming female voice not only stunned the reporter, but also surprised the child who had already taken a few steps. He looked up and saw a huge treasure chest.

Faintly, Omar heard the sound of many people swallowing, even the reporter next to him was no exception.

"…Ma'am, is this your child?"

Even in this era of high appearance with many channels for DIY appearance, it does not mean that all looks and figures will become mediocre and no longer attract attention.

The gray-haired feathered serpent standing here is the most intuitive example.

Even though she continued to wear the robe exoskeleton that she couldn't take off, the supposedly bulky clothing still couldn't hide the curves of her voluptuous figure. The information in her words that she might be a mother made some people look at her in a strange way, but more people were still examining the difference in appearance between the 'mother and son'.

The hair color doesn't match, the eye color doesn't match, and the ears, which seem to be racial characteristics, don't match at all.

But because it was in the Federation, it wasn't particularly suspicious.

After all, there are also many young people who use prosthetics, magic potions, genetic customization and the like to give themselves exotic features such as 'elf ears', 'devil horns', and 'fish fin headdresses'.

Not to mention the possibility that the husband is human, perhaps this charming mother herself is human, but just has a unique aesthetic?
This is the Federation. Visual effects are not very important. To know the specific race of each person, we have to check their household registration and identity.

"Of course, my child is shy but loves watching horse racing. I brought him here, but I never thought he would have the courage to sneak in." The woman stretched out her hand as if to touch the child's head, but actually held the child's palm, and smiled dotingly, "It disappeared when I wasn't paying attention. It really took me a while to find it."

After that, she gently pulled the child's hand and said, "Let's go, little Homer. It's not time for the horse sisters to come out yet. Let's go out and get some fresh air first."

"……Um."

The child didn't even raise his head, showing his autistic look, and just let her lead him to the exit, leaving countless glances behind him, which made him particularly difficult to deal with.

"What do you want to eat when you get home?" The woman asked the child beside her, as if unaware of the gazes behind her.

"Meat steak." The child answered simply.

"Isn't it salted pork elbow?" the woman was surprised.

"Only Bavaria makes it well," the child explained, his fingers moving with his steps to repair the suddenly broken soundproof barrier. "I don't know when it became a famous dish in Berd, it's really exaggerated." "Oh, no wonder the owner of the restaurant was so reluctant when I mentioned this dish."

"Brad's accomplishments in desserts are far greater than formal dishes. In the past, most of Europe's food was from the Faroese region. Although it is helpless, it is also a fact. It is better to look forward to the various Tomyam cuisines than the dishes there."

"When you go to a place, you always have to try the local food. Isn't that enough?"

"I need to go around at least two more times before I can barely shake off your charm."

"That little girl with short reddish-brown hair and horse ears has been staring at you. Is there any connection between them?"

"Is it interesting to ask questions when you already know the answer?"

Without even raising his head, Omar was too lazy to look at the woman who had been collecting intelligence on him.

You can imagine that smug smirk without even watching it.

"You have to admit your own charm yourself. But according to my research, this child is very talented. Why don't you go with the flow and give her some enlightenment?"

Indeed, the fact that she could still notice him after so many days was a manifestation of her talent. Compared with this sharpness, the talent she showed in gathering intelligence was enough for him to take a glance at Holhaiya.

Then, due to the limitations of height and angle, he could only see the huge treasure chest, and then he silently withdrew his gaze.

"Do you want to take in a disciple?"

"No," she answered simply, "I haven't reached the point where I need to worry about the rest of my life. The inheritance of the feathered serpent will only choose another feathered serpent."

"There are indeed many feathered serpents in this world."

"But they have no reason to accept the inheritance."

"Just make them love you enough, but are you planning on having an operation like that happen here?"

"Hmm...I haven't thought about it since I got here. What do you think?"

"Inheritance has its own weight, but with that weight comes a lot of dregs," Omar said, pausing before repairing the damaged soundproof barrier again amid the fierce wind. "You can only gain the new by losing the old. That's what the history books say."

"Oh, you actually seem to be trying to convince me, even bringing up history. Are you strongly suggesting that I break off my family tradition?"

"Apart from your obsession with tradition, I can't imagine why you would continue the curse in this world. Even if it's just for the sake of passing on knowledge, there are too many excellent alternatives here."

"Let me think about it. If I do this, I will be following God's will. Can I still be given a position as a priestess?"

"It seems like you didn't hear anything at all, or did you not care from the beginning and just wanted to draw out this sentence?"

At almost the same time, the gaze behind him had completely disappeared as he turned corners, went up stairs, jumped down, was buffered by the wind, teleported, and continued walking. His footsteps also stopped in front of a bench.

The boy looked up at the woman who had also stopped, and this time he could see her face from the angle.

"By the way, Miko is a narrow product of Far Eastern culture."

"But there are symbolized women in all religions throughout the ages. Their situations are different, but the meanings are similar," the woman smiled. "They all serve God, don't they?"

She loosened her hand, raised her finger and used the wind to sweep across the chair surface, vigorously yet steadily, without causing any cracks on the surface. After finishing this service similar to wiping the chair, she raised her hand to signal the god to sit on it.

And then he asked, "Do you want mommy to hold you?"

Standing in front of the 1.2-meter-high chair threshold, looking at the boy who was just over 1.5 meters tall, she seemed eager to try.

Or maybe it was planned in advance.

Omar did not forget the hand that had reached for his head at the beginning, and it was difficult for him to pretend that he had not noticed the hand that had tried to pick him up when they were walking together earlier.

too familiar.

She probably thought it was her first time, and probably thought her fake move was perfect.

But little Omer had already seen the same operation from Maruzenski.

"Thank you Bu Min."

As he spoke, he jumped up lightly and sat down.

Although he is much inferior to Ma Musume, Omar still has agility that other children cannot match.

"Well, now let's get down to business."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and tried to twist the bridge of his nose, but was stopped by the other person's hand.

"It's not that bad~" Holhaiya explained the reason.

"There is no need for a fake meeting. I can only think of this as a precursor to resignation. Could it be that there are huge achievements that don't need to be continued?"

"Why not?"

As she spoke, she handed over a tube of... nail polish?

For Omar, who had frequent night battles recently, even though there were many women around him, he rarely saw this thing.

This also made him glance at the other person's plain fingers, the light makeup on her face and the gloss on her lips.

And there are the long tail scales on the back that cannot be covered.

There is no doubt that even with a little makeup on, Holhaiya avoided covering her fingers due to work needs. Compared with the slender and sharp gray-silver nails when she first met her, her fingernails were now clean.

Even the smell of shampoo and fragrance was processed.

The nail polish that appeared at this time made him take it with a little hesitation.

"Memory?"

That's a bit outdated.

"Yes."

Yes, it may be more fashionable for time travelers.