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Chapter 1430 No. 49 Omer's Training Theory
When you live in this world, you are bound to encounter boomerangs.

When this string of characters was typed out, not only would the complaints in his heart disappear, even Omar himself would remain silent.

Although the demon's alcohol tolerance is mainly determined by genetics and can only be partially improved through acquired training, and it is still based on the premise of increased health risks and even hidden liver damage, the demon's alcohol tolerance is indeed good.

On the premise of consciously taking care of his internal organs and keeping his kidneys, liver and spleen functioning vigorously, Omar is always the best at dinner parties and is always the sober candidate when everyone goes home.

For the demon who always strives to restrain himself, he does not want to appear drunk, let alone fall into drunkenness.

It's not just because of his likes and dislikes, but also because he has too many thoughts in his mind.

The more you hide your worries, the more you will resist the involuntary state of nervous paralysis, so as to avoid causing trouble or even disaster by losing control.

Because of this, even Ling could only see Omar's greed for wine in his dream when the sea ice was breaking.

As for the reality... Ling is not the type of person who would force others to accompany him.

So in reality, it was impossible for Omar to be drunk, and even pretending to be drunk was not an option for him.

But today is certainly not as good as it used to be.

Over the past two months, he had already learned how to escape drunkenness at the drinking tables of important people - by brewing the wine that Ben Ye actually drank, he could simulate the feeling of being eight percent drunk with a red face.

The rest is self-explanatory.

Although Asakura Riku avoided this group activity with adults and is probably holding the handle and even wearing the equipment with Zero, his absence would be more helpful than his presence.

Both Jemes and Nishizaki Yutaka were reliable people with standards in mind, and after he quickly drank a few rounds of wine on behalf of himself, the chairman, and Miss Shunkawa, they were able to ask the question before he could ask it himself.

He followed up this suggestion by claiming to be drunk, and after receiving some friendly smiles from his colleagues, he was able to leave the crowd and sit on a sofa at the edge of the crowd.

Amid the bartender's concerned greetings, he covered himself with a blanket and closed his eyes.

After a moment of obvious sensory confusion that was not enough to make him lose control, he opened his eyes again to see a sea of ​​fire.

Then a huge gray-black tentacle suddenly came into view, descending from the sky, bringing explosions, tremors, and large amounts of smoke and dust.

But without him doing anything, a strong wind opened his vision and made Omar turn his head to look at the order that could disperse the wind with a simple wave of a stick.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" he asked, as another tentacle of home passed over his head and crashed into the tall building and got stuck in it.

"Not really, how much did you drink?" He walked closer and sniffed, wrinkling his nose, "It turns out not much~"

"You can't really come here drunk, right?"

Looking up at the tentacles that were still trembling in the building and still had some vitality, Omar turned his head and looked at the dark giant that was as dangerous and seductive as a Rakshasa from afar, and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"What a rare and precious picture~"

"Carmilla suppressed Gatanjea. Why would I have such a dream?"

This really was a dream, which made him laugh to himself. Ling, who didn't get the joke, looked at him in confusion, and then turned back to watch the scene again.

The lamp staff waved, and dragons roared. The disordered five senses stabilized in the next second. Omar followed the aroma of wine and looked at Ling who was sitting cross-legged in front of him, and then looked at the scaly "floor" under his feet.

It was a huge, winding blue dragon swaying in the air, supporting him and Ling.

It seemed like he had just changed to a better viewing point, but in reality, it allowed him to see the two huge monsters at a glance while also overlooking the two identical black-haired horse girls who were protecting each other and assisting each other in dealing with a group of horse girl guards.

Yes, the Horse Girl Guard.

Even though there was no real face, just a blur, he was wearing the recognizable Tresen school uniform.

They have horse ears on their heads and curvy bodies, and at first glance they are modeled after horse girls, but they all hold weapons, including all kinds of firearms and cold weapons, fully demonstrating the dreamer's wonderful imagination.

"It looks like you have spliced ​​in other dreams, like Bai Ren or Rudolph."

Narita Shirahito has experience in hunting in the forest, while Rudolf is a symbol of being trained with all his family's strength since he was a child. He has achieved accomplishments in karate, kendo, and archery. Although the parties involved are often modest on such topics and like to use childhood sweethearts as a cover, always saying that they are not as good as Sirius in studying the French bulldog, Omar has always been skeptical about this and is completely willing to believe that the emperor has undergone some real tests.

This is his confidence in the title of the future head of the Symbol family, and it is also the basis of his speculation when he sees those horse girls who block his way like gangster clones.

However, Ling just smiled and said, "No." "How can I involve other people in this situation?" She turned her head to look at Omer, "What do you think?"

"Indeed, although the impact of deep dreams doesn't need to be taken seriously," Omar replied, taking off his glasses and putting them on the bracelet, "but it's always good to have fewer variables."

"Normally, we don't need to take it seriously, but the influence of those two things has been spreading." Ling raised his hand and pointed at Gatanjea and Carmilla, and his other hand loosened and clenched the end of the lamp, he really wanted to do something.

"You can feel it to some extent, right? Those two are really a perfect match in the dream realm. The way they intersect and spread seems to have influenced me a little."

"Just a little bit, so weak that I can't tell any changes in you." Omar said, and a card appeared between his raised fingers, which showed dark red color when pinched between two fingers.

Omar flicked his wrist again, throwing the huge body out in mid-air, and it somersaulted to the ground.

That is Dark Triga.

Compared to the suit image in the special effects drama, the one summoned by Omer from the card is more flexible, and can land smoothly, which is impossible for the suit actors who suffer from the suit design, to trigger another round of loud noises and vibrations.

"After all, neither the ruler of darkness nor the leader of the dark giants is suitable for such a dream."

The two figures suspended high in the air by the dragon were not affected, and the one who released and gave the orders could even evaluate the two huge figures with such contempt.

Only the three horse girls who were supposed to be busy with their own affairs were shaken by the sudden abnormality. They looked at it subconsciously, and then fell into astonishment with slightly different reactions.

However, the researcher, who was supposed to turn a deaf ear to what was happening outside and focus on venting his emotions and unifying his expectations, would loosen the resistance in front of the two black-haired horse girls once his attention turned to the outside of the window.

——The suit-wearing horsegirl figure that blocked the road became more illusory and more fragile.

Immediately afterwards, there were more rapid gunshots, followed by the dull sound of the sword tearing the body apart!

"It really was her own dream..."

Noticing the small change in the corner of his vision, Omar had a subtle expression.

"Is this how she usually views school and classmates?"

If Miss Chise, who had stayed in the Jiemen District for a few days and was dragged away by her cousin Yamanaka Riki, were still alive, she might be able to provide some analysis and reference.

"Dreams are actually very random." Ling tilted the lamp down nonchalantly, plucked the gourd hanging on it and took a sip.

"She doesn't construct dreams like us. Her dreams are always different every day, so it's not enough to judge her lightly."

"But the fact that Carmilla was able to suppress Gatanjea is enough to show her unusual state at the moment."

Omer said, and sighed.

"Let's finish it quickly, Ling, give me a hand."

"OK!"

The dragon girl propped herself up with her tail and, still smacking her lips, she glanced at the black-haired horse girl below.

"But is it appropriate for me to appear like this again?"

He rested his elbow on Omar's shoulder, looking more like a friend than a girlfriend, and raised his hand to stroke his chin.

"It always feels like another blow to that child."

"If you hide behind the scenes, it will provide more room for speculation after being discovered," Omar said, gently poking her left corner, "let her know that I have troubled you because of her."

"Oh? That's a bit cruel. It will be stimulating. It should even be stimulating to both sides at the same time."

"It's time for that." Omar withdrew his hand, twisted his nose, and looked at the sky which was mostly occupied by black fog.

“It’s impossible for a horse girl to have a smooth life. Even if she is perfect on the track, she will encounter setbacks outside the track.”

"Trainers too."

(End of this chapter)