In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 137 Daily Life
It's dusk.

The curtains were pulled open, and this dormitory, which lacked a lot of popularity, was dyed a warm color by the sunlight coming in from the window.

The sky is a clear water blue, but the orange red is spreading faintly from the west.In the cracks of the dormitory building next door, a huge statue can be seen standing.

Its forehead is topped with a fiery red sun.

In a while, the sun will be setting.

"Bah!"

Heat oil in a pan.

The black cat was squatting on the kitchen counter, next to the sink, next to a hot stove, and the spatula was dancing in the air, as if being manipulated by an invisible hand.

Raphael is a cat, but not quite a cat.

She is conscious, now she can't squat on the ground to eat the chicken legs that Ryan came back from the cafeteria, can she?
Where is the dignity?
Rafael felt the need to show off his culinary skills.

Damn!

Why does Mary and this kid both want a cat to cook for them, three dishes and one soup! ?

Do they really have arms and legs? !

Raphael cursed.

As for this, if Ryan heard it, he must have something to say.

The one who is proficient in cooking is the dead Ryan Winster, and now this guy is a complete culinary master.

"Crack!"

"squeak--"

Someone turned the key and returned to the dormitory.

Ryan put on his slippers, walked to the kitchen door, stuck his head in and took a look.

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"Do you need me to help?"

Ryan looked at the ingredients that had been washed and prepared, gave a thumbs up, and lowered his proud head towards his pet.

"Sit."

Raphael was upset and a little angry, but he didn't show it.

She rolled her eyes, then glared at Ryan.

Ryan folded his hands very unscrupulously to express his gratitude.

These days, even pets are starting to roll.

Raphael can fight, assist, and cook!

"If it can be changed, it will be more perfect!"

But isn't she an Egyptian cat?
If it could really change, wouldn't it be black skin?
No, Egyptians are Europas, she should be white.

Ryan stood at the door, folded his hands on his chest, and bowed his head in thought.

"I said, don't get in the way here."

Raphael grinned.

"... Interested in multiple nicknames?" Ryan raised his head and asked with a smile.

"No."

The name is just a code name, it really doesn't matter what it's called, including the current [Raphael], she didn't express anything.

but!

Looking at this kid's appearance, it definitely doesn't mean anything!

Raphael is a little furious.

"You might as well listen to it."

Lane laughed.

"Humph."

Raphael snorted angrily, turned his head to manipulate the spatula, and worked hard to scramble the eggs.

“Chocolate or Fragrant”

"call out--"

Ryan caught the rag and said with a smile, "Otherwise Tacheng Heige."

Ryan heard the roar of pots and pans, and decisively restrained his smile, saluted, and turned to the living room.

Spread out on the sofa.

He began to recall everything he experienced today.

"It's a mysterious material, very thin, but has an unusually deep black."

"The temperature control system has been added to make it warm in winter and cool in summer."

"Most importantly, it doesn't stink."

The technology of the temple can actually solve the worldwide problem of black silk and stinky feet. The big cows in the equipment department are really a group of geniuses who are full and have nothing to do.

Great, needless to say.

"Sterilization and deodorization are just a side effect, and the protection of the wearer is the most unique feature of this material."

The nanny must resist the beating.

"This, the scale armor of Behemoth."

"This, the skin of a sea monster."

Emilia pinched Ryan's neck and pressed it down hard, trying to let him feel it. She opened her white coat with one hand, her brows were bristling, and she pointed at the leather boots under her feet sullenly.

"They! Don't stink!"

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Biotechnology is so amazing.

Ryan supported his head, thinking about something.

Yes, not only does it not smell bad, it even has a little fragrance.

Damn!

Ryan knocked on his forehead and shook his head vigorously, letting some weird thoughts and scraps roll out of his head.

"Amitabha."

Minister Emilia's sulking look is quite interesting. Ryan slowly raised his head, staring at the snow-white ceiling in a daze for a while.

It feels like even the ceiling is her image.

This is called hysteria.

There is nothing on the ceiling, except for the big lamp, only a piece of white.

"Spend fifteen days honestly!"

"Go hunting or something, whatever."

"Within these fifteen days, a series of training content is still required."

"The content is confidential, and you will be notified at any time, and you cannot ask for leave or absence."

Emilia walked swiftly, her high-heeled boots stepped on the carpet, making a rhythmic muffled sound, the hem of her white coat fluttered, and a silver dress was occasionally seen.

She left Ryan with a good-looking back, turned and left the library.

She walked away angrily.

Ryan looked at the gray hair with a black bow tie and a Roman curl, jumping in the snow white.

So... How old is Minister Emilia?

He even wanted to activate his authority to check the time when she joined the church. But after thinking about it, it was too impolite, so he had to give up.

Guess, hazy is also very good.

For the technology of the Holy Church, age is no longer a barrier that cannot be overcome.

As long as you want to, you can live forever by "not being a human being".

Age is a hurdle in the heart of a beautiful lady.

Nothing to do with anything else.

Drop drop!
The ringing of the phone interrupted Ryan's thoughts.

He lowered his head, took out a square box from his arms, and looked at the name of the caller flashing on the screen——

"Why is she?"

Ryan froze for a moment and connected the number.

"Hey."

"Are you busy recently?"

There seemed to be a chill in the voice, and the tone of the visitor's speech was very noble, with the majesty of a superior.

Just from this description, you don't need to look at the caller ID to know who it is.

"Selina."

Ryan thought about the reason for her call, but had no idea at all, and replied: "It's okay, the mission has just ended, and there is a period of rest."

Shouldn't it be a greeting?

"Could it be that some ceremony was brought forward?"

Ryan remembered that the last time he sent a message to Serena, the other party's answer was: there is still a long time before the tomb of the gods is opened and the current Patriarch Lawrence enters the tomb of the gods.

"I heard about it."

Serena's voice came out of the microphone, and she said solemnly, "About the big move in the Far East."

"You also received the invitation?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow.

"No, no."

Serena said coldly: "Kaguya Hime didn't convey her request to any Abyss family because she knew that she couldn't please move."

"...Didn't you say that the Lawrence family is warm-hearted?"

Ryan smiled. Except for Lawrence, the abyss families all over the world are somewhat even, and even Lawrence's interior is not monolithic.

Places like the Far East do welcome [regular troops].

But if the always crazy Abyss family comes, it will not end well.

A group of uncontrollable lunatics came to the chaotic land.

Japan's local power is not as powerful as Lawrence's in London.

Of course.

"I will definitely help you."

Serena said lightly.

"Wherever there is a demon waiting to be killed, Lawrence is on the way."

"Unfortunately, Japan does not welcome us."

"We're not interested either."

Serena added.

"That way." Ryan nodded secretly, turned his head, and looked at the open window.

At this moment, the sun had already set, and the cool wind poured into the room from the window, lifting the thin curtains.

Twilight is spreading.

In the dormitory building, the lights have been turned on.

Ryan stood up from the sofa, he walked slowly to the balcony, came to the fence, and put his body on the railing.

Looking up, he looked at the dim night sky.

"Kaguya Hime has made a big move."

"She invited the help of many forces around the world."

Serena said on the phone: "I guess, the teacher must have sent you to Japan."

"Work hard." Ryan said with a smile.

There's nothing to hide, it's an admission.

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"Don't drown in peach color."

Serena said coldly.

Her words are too explicit.

Ryan clicked his tongue inwardly.

Why is everyone so worried about me?
Do I seem to be a color batch who likes to go to the bar to listen to music?

Heck.

What kind of place is Japan? It's so terrifying.

"You called just to remind me of this?"

Ryan looked downstairs in the dormitory, the street lights were already on, and some figures were pacing under the street lights.

Men and women walk together.

"Thank you for the advice, I will keep it in my heart."

Lane responded politely.

"Hopefully."

Serena didn't bother too much.

"As for why I called in particular—"

Serena seemed to take a deep breath, and after deliberating for a while, she said, "Your trip to Japan is definitely not as easy as you imagined."

"On the contrary, it's even dangerous."

Ryan frowned.

He was silent for a moment.

"Is this the prophecy of the priests?"

"Yes."

"Will people die?"

"very many."

Ryan nodded and said, "I see."

If the mission wasn't dangerous, Ryan Winster wouldn't have been dispatched, would it?

Ryan still has a certain degree of confidence in his own strength and ability to wreak havoc.

"not only that."

"The mysterious world over there will win a big earthquake—a big reshuffle, which can be called a catastrophe."

Serena didn't hesitate, and translated the prophecy of the priests into a language that humans could understand, and relayed it to Ryan.

"Destroying Huangquan seems to be no less than a major earthquake."

Ryan thought about it, but still kept it in mind, and he took this matter seriously.

"I hope that the end of this matter is [fighting against Huangquan country] and only [fighting against Huangquan country]."

"Thank you."

Thank you Lane.

"You're welcome."

Serena responded, then fell silent.

Ryan looked at the figures below, one was tall and the other was short, one was strong and the other was slender. The two were crooked on the same bench, sometimes looking up at the sky and sometimes looking down at the ground.

Look at the stars, talk about the moon.

Oh what a couple.
Go to your code!

Ryan blinked and rubbed vigorously.

He resolutely drilled back into the living room.

The black cat came to the table with a plate. She watched Ryan's face turn green, and she patted her chest and retched.

"what happened to you?"

Raphael is very confident in his cooking skills, and it can't be because of the dishes.

Serena noticed Ryan's strangeness.

She couldn't help but speak faster, "Are you okay?"

"It's all right."

Ryan smiled weakly.

I almost forgot that this is an international server.

So, it's no surprise that something blinding appears, right?

"It's fine."

The black cat heard Serena's voice, and then her ears pricked up, and her powerful hearing slowly spread.

"Forehead"

Raphael's eyes narrowed.

Looking at Ryan, the expression on the cat's face was a little weird.

She heard the nonsense of "them" downstairs.

Raphael turned around in silence, got into the kitchen, and continued to cook her three dishes and one soup.

"Ahem, I've adjusted it."

Ryan took a deep breath and smiled at Serena on the other end of the phone: "Speaking of which, if the situation is really out of control, will Lawrence take action?"

"meeting."

Serena said.

"The Apocalypse Church is also monitoring the Far East."

She added.

"very good."

"If something serious happens, I'll ask you to drink."

Lane said.

"I drink beer, not sake."

Serena is bold.

"However, you can give it a try."

"Isn't this very good?" Ryan came to the table. He looked at the Chinese food on the table and couldn't help being stunned.

Hell, didn't pay attention just now.

My cat is still a cat who can cook Chinese food!

genius.

"Oh, Ludwig of Panyan was on a mission in Mexico some time ago, and he won't be back in a short time."

Serena looked at the information given by the church informant and said calmly.

"Unfortunately, I still miss him a little bit."

The strong pastor, Ryan wanted to ask him face to face, what kind of opinion does he have on whether there are [succubi] in hell.

"If the Apocalypse Church dispatches saints."

"This time, it's probably her."

Serena said.

she?
A woman again?

"nun?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

"A monster, to be precise—a nun."

"Where is the monster?"

"Smoking and drinking burns her head, but she is a good nun."

Contrast, right?
Ryan couldn't help but complain.

"That's all I can say, I hope the situation won't get out of control to such an extent."

Serena was about to hang up.

"See you in London."

"See you in London."

"Dudududu!"

The phone rang busy, and Ryan stuffed the phone back in his pocket.

Just at this time, the black cat brought a bowl of fish soup to the table.

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"Boy, are you dumbfounded! This is Chinese food!"

Raphael crossed his hips and boasted proudly.

"I'm not bragging, you kid spent the first half of your life in London, and the food you eat is no different from pig food—"

"Even if the food is improved occasionally, it's still French food."

"As for the academic cafeteria."

Raphael touched the tip of his nose and sneered: "Can the big pot of rice compare with my craftsmanship?"

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Ryan slowly stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Raphael's big head.

He seemed to be indulging in some emotion, and his smile was soft.

"Thank you."

Raphael flicked her long tail, she opened her mouth, and a little astonishment flashed in her big round cat pupils.

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Stop talking, eat!

Afterwards, one person and one cat began to feast on each other.

"Master Rafael, can I hire you as my personal chef?"

"reject."

"Hmph, my cooking skills are really great."

"No, I mean, my cat cooks for me. It's amazing. If someone knows about it, it won't be sour."

As he spoke, the fish in Ryan's spoon disappeared.

"reject!"

"reject!"

(End of this chapter)