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Chapter 1461 No.79: Two considerate people
In fact, most jobs have both busyness and idleness, especially those that are managerial in nature.

For example, the position of director of an office.

If you want to do it yourself, it will be a life sentence with no escape, but if you can be a hands-off boss, then this is undoubtedly a good job.

Director Omer Linton and the director of the Grey Crow Office are a set of comparisons as mentioned above.

Although the two had met only a few times in the past six months, every time they met, Omar would feel the same emotion:

This lady is really relaxed and cozy.

For the demons, it is natural for them to go through a round of observation every time they meet after a while.

In this part, shoes, clothes, pants and skirts, as well as the other person's subtle expressions and movements, and the overall temperament created by the overall outfit... everything is an explanation.

By following the traceable display, you can always understand the other party's current situation one step ahead of them, so you can gain an advantage in the subsequent communication and save a lot of trouble.

But after looking at the symbol of Sirius, everyone knows that this approach does not always work.

At least when the other party's condition is completely out of control, messy and ineffective communication is inevitable.

But in fact, this is not the case when the situation is out of control.

It’s more like this when facing people in more extreme situations.

For example, this lady commander.

Every time he met her, he could always see a rare sense of relaxation around her, as if this person had always been able to fool around, and after getting used to it, she had the same temperament as Bize a year ago.

Or a closer and more intimate example should be "ling".

Even after becoming Omer's girlfriend, Ling did not worry about the schedule she had to spend with her boyfriend in her free time like most women in love. Instead, she was even lazier than before, either drunk or sleeping, and her family often asked Omer to take care of this older single woman who was drinking and dreaming all day long.

What can Omer do?

It would be better to say that she became even worse in front of Omar. She was extremely lazy and her bad temperament was even exactly the same as the two-headed image called Dragon Bubble in the Rhodes Island company culture. On the contrary, she was more restrained in front of her family.

Don't think about balancing the two parties at this time. The devil knows very well that you should be happy when your girlfriend has nothing to do and doesn't bother you. If you try to give her trouble, she will bother you.

The memories from the dream were still vivid in his mind, so he naturally ignored those words and honestly...

It would be nice to hang a human-shaped dragon bubble on the bed or sofa.

Sometimes when I feel tired, I just hug him to sleep. His well-proportioned figure and the body fragrance that is always mixed with the smell of alcohol make him an excellent pillow. Even if I don't use energy to speed up my sleep, I can naturally calm down.

It's just more troublesome when waking up.

Or you might be woken up midway and be stared at by a pair of dark red eyes.

Or it is in that nearly suffocating hug from front to back that one clearly understands the cruelty of cause and effect.

When you use someone else as a pillow, you will also become someone else's pillow, or even a shared pillow for several people!

Cruel indeed!

But this is getting off topic. No matter what your status is, it is not polite to think about other women when meeting a lady, especially during this meeting. The overly smooth tie seemed to be made by someone else, and the traces of carefulness and meticulousness made it even more suspicious of another woman.

"I hope I didn't disturb your precious time, Miss Commander."

A tie that was not too neat, with cuffs and collar that didn't match the coat as if it was hastily put on, and a whole set of men's clothing that emphasized a neutral temperament. It was not difficult for Omar to see that this lazy lady, who still maintained a sense of relaxation in some small details, had made some formal preparations.

And this preparation is obviously not for myself.

This made his usual politeness a little more biased, and made the other party wave his hand awkwardly:
"It's not about precious or not. I'm always free, but today I just happened to have some plans that conflicted with me."

"Of course I need to apologize for interrupting you so abruptly. I think you were supposed to dine with that lady?"

Omar asked, glancing at the pillar diagonally behind the other party.

There, a black-haired girl with twin ponytails was peeking out. The hair on her forehead was less highlighted than what Omar remembered.

"Uh..." The director had obviously not let his daily laziness wear away his past alertness. As he heard the words, he noticed the subtle change in Omar's eyes.

As he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw the girl behind the pillar.

"This is a great sin."

As she saw it, the young man opposite her said softly, and then continued: "Just invite her over, Miss, there is no need to keep this matter too secret."

He could see that the director had not concealed his itinerary from Miss Lucia, but had come alone out of concern for the confidentiality that Omar might need, which made him a little overwhelmed.

"Eh? Don't we need to keep it secret?"

"Yes," Omer nodded, "Let her come over, and then take out your device."

"I had originally planned to make this matter a quick decision and not to disturb you two after I have borrowed it. I also hope that you two can put this matter behind you and not pay any more attention to it."

"That's not—"

"It's not that we need to keep it secret, but we don't want to affect the two of you from enjoying your holiday."

"Long time no see, Miss Lucia."

He interrupted her with a quicker explanation, and then greeted the black-haired girl who approached timidly. "Long time no see, Mr. Linton."

They had met four times in total, but the girl named Light always treated him with a distant attitude.

This feeling is not unfamiliar. Omer, who has participated in many dinner parties and greatly expanded his social circle in the past few months, has seen this kind of rejection that comes from sensitivity and lack of desire.

He didn't care. He just asked the waiter to add a set of bowls and chopsticks, and then went straight to the point without talking about the other party's strange appearance.

"After all, it's just to contact someone from another universe. There's no need to hide such a purpose. However, this dinner invitation really disrupted your schedule. I have to apologize."

"It's just a meal, we're not busy with anything important here—"

"Miss, if you're sorry, is the device ready?"

Before the girl who was sitting carefully beside him could look lost, Omerti tapped the glass edge of the dining table with his finger.

"Although there is no need to keep it secret, my eagerness is genuine. After all, this concerns me and my horse girls."

"Of course I'm ready!"

The director deftly produced a palm-sized mechanical device from his hand, and immediately began to debug it.
"Just like what was said online before, there is no need to choose an occasion or time, and there is no noise when using it. After all, it is just a simulation of dimensional upgrading. Can you get used to that state?"

"It's easy to get confused when going from three dimensions to four dimensions, Nanami... uh, that's what the person who designed it said, and Satoshi agrees with her."

"But I only plan to use it to make a phone call, and I've heard something about Miss Nanami."

I even knew that she was a member of the Bourbon netizen, and through Bourbon's description, we knew each other in a sense.

"Really just calling?"

She obviously thought that Omar's initial statement was just a pretext to hide his motives. Now, when she heard Omar emphasize this again, she couldn't help scratching her head.

"So I opened it? You just need to try to probe your consciousness into it. This shouldn't be difficult for you locals, right?"

"Yes, wait a minute."

The transmission of consciousness was without delay. Omar suddenly moved from the dining table to the desk and looked at the bookshelf full of books. He then turned around and looked at the book in the middle.

Every word on it was so ordinary, yet it had a depth that made him stare at it for a long time, as if he could see the horizontal surface of each stroke.

And the message he activated from this moment on came directly from the next page of the book:
[Connecting, please wait...Connection completed]

"?"

The obvious fluctuations convey a feeling of doubt, which is particularly clear when the information is transformed.

"King of Beasts?"

"It's me. Which Omer Linton are you? The chief?"

Also in the message-like voice, the other party's answer was very quick and steady, without any of the hesitation that seemed to make it difficult to speak at the beginning.

"How many contact details do you have for Omer Linton? I was the one you gave the card to."

"I never cared... Who gave the card? Which one? Tartarus?"

"Dark Triga, Carmilla, you have a QQ life form?"

"…So it's you…Indeed, it should be you…"

"…You are still a Sanka boy?"

"You contacted me about this problem?"

"I'm contacting to ask what you're doing."

"Being questioned."

"By whom?"

"police."

"Come find me quickly. My time of appearance is limited... and these people can't even get to the point. They don't listen to what I say, and they even threaten me to shut down the information."

"Threaten you?" Before he could even sigh how daring she was, he could tell that time was limited.

"Where are you?"

"Xindu District Police Station."

"More details?"

Xindu District is not a rare district name.

“… Beatrix Shi Huaiya, go find…” “Zizizizi…”

[Connecting, please wait...Connection failed]

"..."

(End of this chapter)