In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 104 Snowflake, venture into the world!
Ryan sat on the fabric sofa that he had not seen for a long time. The thing under his body was not very soft at all. The fabric was not as comfortable as the leather sofa on the special plane, but lying on the sofa sprawled, there was always an illusion of peace and leisure.

Raphael lay on the back of the sofa.

"Although Mary has lived a long, long time, she has always been like a little girl."

The black cat said lazily: "It's a bit naughty, a bit playful, and it really deserves the title imposed on her by others."

The dormitory was spotless, and everything was as it was before they left. Before leaving, the witcher was busy, sort of tidying up everything in an orderly manner.

"You seem to have gone out of your way to arouse my curiosity."

Ryan put his arms on the back of his head and put on a poker face, but his tone still had a relaxed smile.

"That's right." Raphael nodded.

"Aren't you curious?"

"curious."

Ryan hummed and said, "You also said that she is a witch, and as long as I am still active in the future, there is a high probability that I will meet her."

"Wait, it's fine if you don't."

"This is a different [destiny], somewhere, I met you, and——you are definitely capable of helping." The black cat started to be mysterious again, stretched out a paw, and talked eloquently.

Ryan was noncommittal.

"After 10 minutes, go to the demon hunting organization."

The witcher turned up from the sofa, walked to the refrigerator, and took out a can of beer from the refrigerator.

"Bah!"

He pulled the tab and drank it down.

Squeezed the jar to death and threw it in his hands.

"."

The time to go back to the dormitory to rest is so short?
"Then why don't we just go straight?"

The black cat is a little unhappy.

Wouldn't it be faster to go back to the dormitory after going to the witch hunt?

"Is it hard to understand?"

"I've been out for a long time, so I have to go home and have a look?"

Lane responded.

The black cat snorted. In her dictionary, there is no so-called "home" and the feelings behind it.

"I love this beer."

"cheap."

"But every drop of wine seems to want me to [go to the end of the world]."

call out!
Raphael jumped onto Ryan's shoulder, glanced at him strangely, moved his nose to smell the malt, and said strangely:

"Did you speak Chinese just now?"

Except for Braving the World, Ryan speaks English.

The witcher left the dormitory straight away. Before closing the door, he threw the beer can from the third floor and hit the recyclable trash bin below without any mistakes.

"I have the opportunity to learn about the legal regulations on entry and exit of the big eastern country."

"I don't know if you can bring cats into the country."

The last time I went to the headquarters of the Demon Hunting Organization was by bus.

A rather retro bus.

Sometimes, Ryan really doesn't understand what the church thinks?There are trains from the academic department to the R&D department.

And if you go to the Demon Hunting Agency, you have to "solve it yourself"?
"Hello, Operator Ryan Winster."

"The train from the academic department to the research and development department is a [special train] built by the senior management considering that some professors are old and have limited mobility."

"As far as the students of the Academic Department are concerned, the Academic Department adopts closed management. Whether they are going out to perform apprenticeship tasks or collective demon hunting activities, they are always accompanied by the logistics department or agency cadres."

"Therefore, students do not need [transportation] to leave the academic department."

"Note: The vehicle here is a special modification, which means that it is inlaid with chips that pass through the alchemy matrix."

"You are an exception."

Violet said so.

"In short, without a vehicle embedded with chips, it is impossible to pass through the alchemy matrix of the academic department."

Ryan came to the square and stared at the phone.

The retarded AI said: "Correct."

"But you don't have to worry. With your authority, you can call for a helicopter to pick you up. In addition, the church provides car rental services."

Ryan hesitated for a moment.

"Boy, why don't you ride a magic motorcycle at this time?"

The black cat yelled and said with a sneer.

"It's so far away, the eggs will come out."

Ryan responded with a sneer. After speaking, he was about to click on the software and call a helicopter to come to the gate of the academic department to pick him up.

"Click! Click!"

"Click!"

Suddenly, there was a rhythmic crisp sound from behind.

"Ok?"

Ryan turned his head.

Even with that, the black cat also turned its head.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, there is obvious consternation in the eyes of one person and one cat.

"Xi Rhythm—" The simulated sound came from the lips made of metal.

a horse!

A horse made of purple-gold metal stopped at the entrance of the academic department. There was a young "cowboy" on the saddle. He held the rein tightly and took off his hat to the security guard.

"Click!"

"Click! Click!"

Ryan stared blankly at the cowboy roaring past on his horse.

"Is that considered a vehicle embedded with chips?"

Ryan pointed to the shadow of the war horse and couldn't help asking.

"Hello, that's right." Violet responded: "As long as you have needs, the equipment department of the church can meet all your customization needs."

"I"

Ryan thought about it.

"How do I contact the Equipment Department and what procedures are required?" He asked curiously.

"Whether it's ten years, 20 years, or 100 years."

"The witchers are all alike bastards!"

Raphael squatted on Ryan's shoulder, and couldn't help but give the latter a paw.

"Hurry up, call the helicopter!"

Raphael frantically grabbed Ryan's neckline and shook it back and forth.

"boom!"

However, at this moment, accompanied by a loud roar of the engine, the rubber tires were biting the ground of the square fiercely.

A strong wind hits.

"squeak--"

"laugh!"

An Aston Martin whizzed by and finally stopped beside Ryan.

Ryan tilted his head.

Bright silver paint, streamlined body.

As for the others, he only recognizes the brand, engine, cylinder and turbo, etc., I really don't understand.

The window rolled down slowly.

Two small gray balls appeared in front of Ryan.

Her slender and white arms were resting on the car door, and her hands were white and soft, not at all like the executioner holding a butcher's knife.

The immature ice face turned slowly.

The two looked at each other.

"Wait for what?"

the girl asked.

Ryan touched his chin, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Ma'am, are you driving on the road, will you be stopped by the traffic police?"

"It's not entirely impossible."

The girl shook her head, her eyes followed Ryan from the front of the car all the way to the left side of the car.

Ryan got into the passenger seat.

Fasten your seat belt.

"I guess you'd say: It doesn't matter because they can't catch you."

While Ryan interrupted the spellcasting, he threw the black cat onto the back seat.

"What an asshole!"

Raphael began to grind his teeth.

She stared at the indifferent Rebecca, and couldn't help but sneer twice.

But soon, she noticed the curves of the latter's petite body, and fell silent.

The tires rubbed against the ground, bringing up a puff of smoke.

The sports car flew close to the ground like an arrow from the string.

(End of this chapter)