It's not the protagonist, what does it matter if you are trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 94 It's Nice to Meet You (For the first order)
"It's all right."

whatever...

Vermeer was choked up, and came to him in three steps at a time.

"Then...give it to me."

Taking the bag from Luo Wei's hand, she walked towards the bathroom, then stopped suddenly, turned around and said uncertainly, "Then...do I want to take a shower?"

Luo Wei: "..."

"It's up to you, I don't mind."

Seeing the other party put the bag on his chest and enter the bathroom, Luo Wei sighed and began to look at the girl's room.

Although I have been here twice, I haven't looked at her carefully before. Seeing her pursuit of perfection and asking him about everything just now, I'm afraid she won't be able to come out of the bathroom for an hour.

In the room, the decoration and layout are as warm and lovely as ever. The big pink bed and dressing table, and the hanging bear doll lying down, obviously there should be no similar toys produced in Minggang Town, and I don’t know where she ordered them from. of.

There was a sweet smell in the air, it undoubtedly came from her body, it was a familiar smell, it made people feel relaxed and soft.

Luo Wei walked to the desk, saw half of the fairy tale book spread out, and roughly scanned the page, it said the princess and a plant of grass were blown into the sky and sea by the strong wind in order to avoid the pursuit of the prince, which was in line with her style. Somewhat like.

Go back to the cover and look - "Silly Princess and Clover", as expected.

Observing a person's living environment can get a lot of information. These traces spread over time constitute her whole, and every bit of it makes people unable to help thinking about what kind of mood she used to carry out all this .

Luo Wei knew her birth and future, but he didn't know much about her upbringing. Looking at it now, she was really a cute and soft girl.

Her daily troubles are probably why the scenes and coincidence stories in fairy tales are not real...

Unconsciously smiling, Rowe opened the drawer, and put a not-so-thick hand-bound book on the top shelf.

It says--

Maiden Magic: Fifth Edition.

By Martha.

Luo Wei: "..."

I saw something interesting, if I guessed right, this is her strategy book.

Take it out without hesitation and turn to the first page.

"The first principle of magic: don't pretend, use your heart, be yourself."

"As long as you have a soft heart, ignorance and clumsiness can also be used as weapons."

……

As the page turned, Luo Wei unknowingly read on.

It mainly teaches girls how to take advantage of their own weaknesses, combined with small movements on the body and eyes to conquer the heart of the other party, which is very reasonable.

However, most of the tricks in it, Vermeer didn't seem to have the courage to use them, maybe she felt that they violated the first principle of not being pretentious.

However, when he turned to the last page, Luo Wei's face quickly turned dark.

"The last rule of girls' magic: in an emergency, all rules are farts! Come on!"

"..."

When Vermeer saw this sentence, she might doubt the content of the entire book that she had carefully read before.

Continuing to search in the drawer, Luo Wei soon found a photo album, which was not taken by a magic camera, but a magic image.

There are photos of Vermier's various growth periods in it. It is not necessary to know that Bishop Monica recorded them. There are also many photos of the two of them together.

"I was pretty silly when I was young..."

Luo Wei couldn't help smiling, and suddenly had the idea of ​​pinching her face back at that time, and it was also very dazed to look at the butterfly alone in the field in a daze.

With the passage of time, she has grown more and more beautiful, but the clear stupidity in her eyes is always there, and she can even be recognized just by her eyes.

If this world is just a game, why is there such a clear record of the past?It seems that every minute and every second is real, not some set.

Turning to the bottom, Luo Wei found a diary, and beside it were various medals she had won in the church.

Previous diary?
After hesitating for a few seconds, he still chose to open it.

"May 1209th, 5 in the Continental Calendar: I'm so happy! I finally passed the magic theory class today and successfully used water magic~ I didn't disappoint Bishop Monica (＾＾＾)"

"January 1210, 1 in the continental calendar: I'm a little sad today. Although I used high-level magic, it got out of control. The reason is that I have too much magic power. Is it true that I am not suitable for learning magic?"

She doesn't keep a diary every day, she only writes down when she is in a good or sad mood, and it is also very brief.

Rowe quickly flipped to the back.

"August 1218, 8: I'm so mad! That person called me an exhibitionist!!! My first kiss was taken away just like that!!"

Ah……

It turns out that there is the latest one. I deliberately put the diary at the bottom, because I am afraid that I will see it.

"October 1218, 10: Listen to Martha...I put honey on my legs...by him... woo woo woo so shameful!"

"October 1218, 10: I slapped the angel on this day, did I...really treat him as Martha said..."

"October 1218, 10: He won the elite championship! I'm so happy! It's a circle sword!"

"November 1218, 11: Hmm... I came back from the Wailing Mountains, Athetana is so gentle, the boy is really strange..."

Luo Wei was taken aback for a moment, feeling that the frequency of recent records might be a bit high, and was about to close the diary, when a stick figure fell out of it.

On it are two stick figures --

One of them is licking feet.

Luo Wei: "..."

Putting the diary back, Luo Wei shook his head and smiled.

His eyes just caught her wardrobe, and after squinting, he got up and walked over.

……

two hours later.

Luo Wei dozed off, propped his head on the edge of the bed, woke up with a start, and rubbed his eyes in a daze.

What's the matter, why haven't you come out yet?

The room was almost searched by him, but there was no movement in the bathroom.

This made him frown and walk to the door.

"Are you in there?"

"Hey!" Vermeer exclaimed from inside through the door.

"...Are you fishing in there?"

"Oh... no, this dress is too..." Vermeer stood in front of the mirror by the door, her eyes almost turning into circles.

Luo Wei shrugged, "I think it's still far from what I want."

Vermeer: ​​"!!?"

Luo Wei's original plan was a fallen angel maid costume.

However, the top tailor brought by Loveli is a serious high-end designer in the kingdom, and he constantly adjusted and changed the maid outfit almost at his request. It is a dress, even if it is really worn to the royal dinner, it will be fine.

But this guy...

Thinking about it, she usually wears tight church robes, and the most open one is the princess dress of the orc tribe. I am afraid that she is not able to accept backless dresses.

"If you can't accept it, let me say it or change it back. I have been in a daze for so long. Who is the champion of staying up all night?"

"Well……"

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Luo Wei shook his head, "Come back out, don't lock it inside."

wow.

The door swung open.

Panting violently, Vermier appeared behind the door, her hands clasped tightly on her chest, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Luo Wei: "..."

The white outer skirt of the maid's outfit was removed, and only the black inner skirt was left, which was hung on the shoulders by a thin suspender of the same color. She wore a white maid headband on her head, and decent lace arm ornaments on her left and right arms. The big bow can barely cover part of the scenery.

"Your hair and eyes?"

Luo Wei froze for a moment, the golden color in her hair faded, and her pupils also changed from brown to silver-gray, with a calm aura, but she was still recognizable at a glance.

"I... I think this color matches this body better, isn't it suitable?"

"No... no."

I'm afraid it used magic ointment or magic discoloration.

At this moment, she stood there like a shining orb in the world, exuding a noble but gentle temperament all over her body. Under such shining brilliance, Luo Wei found that he couldn't look away for a while.

The blushing on his face faded slowly, and Vermier breathed slowly and calmly, put his hands down tremblingly, pursed his lips, made himself look calm, and looked at him with gentle and calm eyes.

Luo Wei: "..."

"What, what's the matter, isn't it appropriate?" she asked.

"No, I'm afraid I can't find a reason to be critical."

"Hmm... is this a compliment?" the girl said uncertainly.

"of course."

Luo Wei didn't intend to stare at her directly, she was extremely sensitive to sight now, and she knew it from the hand that was desperately trying to cover it back.

He couldn't help but smile.

Didn't she cast the girl's magic from beginning to end?

"I...I have something to say!" Vermeer suddenly said seriously.

Luo Wei lowered his head slightly, making a gesture of listening.

She opened her mouth several times in a row, but each time it got stuck on the edge of her mouth. After several consecutive hesitation, she grabbed his arm.

"You, you sit down first!"

Pulling out the chair in front of the desk and sitting down, Vermier hesitated for a moment, then sat on the bed with his legs folded.

After taking a few more deep breaths, she looked down at her fingers: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Luo Wei rubbed the corners of his eyes sadly.

"It doesn't matter if you're stupid or not, but if you lay the groundwork for a long time just to ask this, then I'm going to turn on the phone."

Vermeer: ​​"..."

Glancing at him, the girl lowered her head and continued:
"At least in the past, that's what the nuns and priests around me said."

"They all said that if I continue like this, I will suffer a big loss one day. Bishop Monica also sighs from time to time because of some of my handling methods."

"I didn't understand what it means to suffer a big loss until I met you..."

"Huh—?" Luo Wei's hand was already on the generator.

"Don't, don't, at least wait until I finish speaking..." Vermilion paused, shrinking his neck, "I thought so at first, I was ashamed but didn't dare to tell Bishop Monica, maybe I will die in this life It will be ruined, it will disappoint everyone’s expectations, and it will be a waste of letting Bishop Monica raise me for so long.”

"But... I don't know when, I seem to think that this loss is not too bad..."

She gave a nostalgic smile as she recalled the past.

"For some reason, I fantasize unrealistically:"

"I am worthy of being loved, and I am entitled to know what love is."

"I'm starting to want to be by your side, and want you to know that..."

The girl lowered her head and said so, not noticing that the man had stood up from the chair.

"Even if the identities are not equal, there is no end to the expectation, and the curtain will never end, no matter where in the world, no matter how much time passes."

"I want to tell you, Rowe Brooke, I... um!!"

Warm lips were printed on her lips, and fingers gently caressed the smooth back.

The turbulence in his heart replaced everything, and his arms climbed up his neck, matching his strong desire, and demanding this kiss.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Slightly separated, the girl's eyes were filled with crystals, and the love seemed to overflow from them.

"I want to tell you, Rowe Brooke, I like you, it's nice to meet you!"

She has accumulated a whole round of emotions about the destruction of the world, and at this moment she responds to her feelings with actions.

Vermier's face flushed slightly, and she pushed her hands on his chest.

"This time..."

"Can you keep my eyes open?"

　There are pictures, my AI evolved last night...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)