In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 140 Favorite Episode

"Yo! Little Rebecca."

In the floating window, the old man smiled kindly. He seemed to have just finished his work. There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, and his sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, revealing his steel-like forearms.

The pistol with gunpowder smoke lay quietly on the desk.

The silvery-white bullet rolled and was stopped by the cup of tea.

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The snow-white, exquisite arms are like dolls, protruding from the sleeves, holding a piece of cloth, and cleaning the pistol, which is like a murder weapon in the world.

"Boom."

This is a special plane to New York.

Rebecca Brunshid had no expression on her face. Her petite body was hidden in the large leather seat, and she carefully maintained her weapon.

An off-white shirt with a baby collar, light blue jeans, and a delicate belt around the waist.

A girl who looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed like a city beauty.

Rebecca took the time to raise her head, responding to the old man's greeting.

"Old man, have you just finished your work?"

"I haven't used the gun for a long time, so the accuracy has dropped a lot, right?"

Rebecca shook her head lightly.

"Fortunately, it's not as bad as I imagined."

The old man laughed.

Rebecca put the silver-white pistol in her back waist and got up from the seat. She was one of the few operators who stood in the cabin without looking cramped at all.

The girl's waistline was slender and exaggerated, and under the shirt were distinct muscles.Compared with the waist, the plump hips and slightly plump thighs below are proof of her long training as a witcher.

"Any new jobs?"

On Rebecca's delicate little face, there was a lively expression.

She is not a girl with no mouth, no heart, and no expression. Sometimes her inner activities are extremely active, and when she talks, she is more articulate than a cross talk actor.

It's just that most of the time, she is in a calm state. In this state, she doesn't like to waste words and expressions.

It seemed like work was the only way to thaw out her ice cube face a bit.

"Not so fast."

Heisenberg shook his head.

Rebecca turned her head and looked at the window of the cabin, but what she saw was her own reflection.

It was pitch black outside the window, but the cabin was lit with lights.

It's very late now.

Rebecca tugged at her face, then rubbed it hard again.

"So what's the matter?"

"Urgently call me back to New York."

Hearing this, Heisenberg did not respond directly, but changed the topic slightly.

"I didn't have time to read your battle briefing, Rebecca."

The professor smiled and said: "How is it, is the mission going well this time?"

"Not smooth."

Rebecca shook her head and said, "We had friction with the Apocalypse Church, to be precise, we had friction with that nun."

"reason?"

Heisenberg kept smiling. Although he was surprised in his heart, considering that it seemed reasonable, he didn't show it.

"My tutor, she has a bad temper."

"That nun, do you have any grudge against her?
Rebecca's voice was a little helpless, she felt that she was an irrelevant person involved in the trouble.

"In short, when they were arguing, they fell into [Lingbo Prison]."

"I was lucky enough to stay outside and have a fight with the highest level demon."

"The two of them successfully tore apart the other world and escaped half an hour before the gate of hell was about to open and engulf Lingbo Prison."

Thinking of this mission, Rebecca's head was full of things to vomit.

It can be said that if their two ancestors hadn't insisted on quarreling in the gap between the world and hell, they wouldn't have to deal with the highest level demon by themselves in the end.

Oh, woman.

Once you get angry, just ignore it.

Rebecca thought so.

"Thank you for your hard work, child."

Heisenberg didn't hold back, showing a weird smile.

"If the mentor is not a pioneer demon hunter, and that nun is not a saint, they may never come back."

Rebecca shook her head.

Good luck.

"You can face the highest level demon alone, you grow up very fast, little Rebecca."

Heisenberg nodded in satisfaction.

The monsters in the abyss have never been "one step at a time", and they are gradually improving. Those with outstanding talents can burst out with terrifying power as long as they exercise a little bit.

Rebecca Brunshed was born in a crazy summoning ceremony.

The human cultists begged the god of the abyss with the lives of all living creatures in the town, hoping that he would come in his real body.

However, wait until the abyss falls.

All the lunatics present turned into bloody corpses.

Only the ignorant little girl, bathed in the bones, did not dig her out until the people from the Alchemy Temple arrived.

Obviously, Rebecca is special.

Her current strength is the "weakness" caused by Professor Heisenberg's intention.

Before officially joining the Demon Hunt, she did not undergo any violent training. The professor gave her a carefree childhood and molded a flawless "human" heart.

"It can't compare to that guy." Standing in the cabin, Rebecca shook her head calmly and said, "It seems that he is a higher-level monster."

When Rebecca expresses her opinions, she will use herself as the starting point of "humanity" from time to time. This is the success of Professor Heisenberg.

Heisenberg in the floating window thought for a while.

Finally, as if he had made a decision, he narrowed his eyes and smiled at Rebecca.

"Far East, are you interested?"

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"Kaguya Hime submitted a request to us."

"At present, the only operator we have decided to send to the Far East is Ryan, and Emilia will serve as a supporting force to provide medical assistance."

Heisenberg spoke eloquently.

Rebecca's next task is still on the agenda, and she needs to seek her own opinion on unconventional operations such as going to the Far East.

Rebecca tilted her head.

"It doesn't matter where you go." She wrinkled her cute nose, and the expression on her face was a little twisted.

"What made you change your mind, plus mine, old man."

Rebecca said suspiciously.

"On a whim." The professor smiled lightly.

On a whim?

Rebecca wouldn't believe it.

Probably for some reason, old fox.

Rebecca didn't bother to worry about it.

"Just treat it as a whim."

"Think about it from another angle, boy, the request that Kaguya Hime sent us proves that Japan has extremely difficult troubles to deal with."

"Want to improve your strength quickly?"

"That place suits you well."

Heisenberg bewitched with a smile.

Rebecca nodded.

This is true.

"How much preparation time?"

"About half a month."

"So long?" Rebecca frowned, a little surprised.

The old man spread his hands and said, "You have to act with Ryan."

Rebecca frowned and asked, "Since there is still such a long time to prepare, do you want to recall me urgently?"

"I have a small matter to trouble you." The professor looked serious.

"Go to Ryan tomorrow morning, you come to see me together, I have something for you."

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Does this kind of thing really need an emergency recall?

Rebecca narrowed her eyes, puzzled.

Isn't he in the academic department now?One piece of information, and you have to recall me in a hurry, and then take him to see you?

How come there is a suspicion of taking off your pants and farting?

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Rebecca didn't struggle too much, she closed the window.

Take out your phone, turn on the screen, and select someone.

Sent a greeting message.

Afterwards, she hid herself in the sofa, curled up, closed her eyes and meditated.

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Academic department, inside the old man's office.

Professor Heisenberg was pinching a cigarette, and the smell of tobacco lingered in the cramped space.

"call--"

Breathing out a puff of smoke ring, Professor Heisenberg had a smirk on his face.

Open the mailbox.

email three hours ago.

"I'm going to take Winster out for a stroll tomorrow!"

At the end of the sentence, a "yeah" emoticon was added.

From: Emilia.

Seeing this, Heisenberg smiled amusedly.When Ryan saw it, he would say that Merlin was infected with the virus.

"The only way for a man of the hour, Ryan."

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It rained all day yesterday, today is a fine day.

The clouds in the sky are pure and white, and in the gaps between the clouds, there is a light blue, and the golden sunlight penetrates the thin clouds in the east and spreads slowly.

White pigeons flitted past the dormitory building.

A pair of eyes slowly opened.

The indigo eyes were clear and transparent. The man slowly got up and scratched his messy hair.

Very light sleep.

He was awakened by the crowing of pigeons.

It has to be said that these pigeons woke people up just in time.

"The clock tower, the white dove, the black overcoat, the pistol."

This artistic aesthetic coincides with John Woo.

"I said."

"Wash and come back, I can't smell the strange smell."

Raphael opened his eyes and said suddenly.

"you think too much."

"Have you heard of Taqing, Taqing?"

Ryan walked into the bathroom and began to wash up.

"Is it okay for the rich woman to go out with you?"

Raphael held his paws, and hummed twice angrily.

"Bah bah!" Ryan spat out the mouthwash, washed his face, wiped the water stains on his face with a towel, and pulled out the hair dryer from the corner of the cabinet to blow the frizzy hair softly.

Ha ha--

Raphael glanced at Ryan.

"Tuk Tuk!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"So early?"

Raphael was a little surprised.

She glanced at Ryan who had just come out of the toilet, shook her head, and walked through the tidy living room to the entrance.

"Crack!"

"squeak."

After Raphael opened the door, he ran to the carpet obediently.

The sun is blinding outside the door.

There are also human females who are equally dazzling.

She lifted her hair and tied it in a gentle braid behind her head. Her snow-white neck and delicate ears were shining brightly in the sun.

A light-colored sweater was worn over an apricot-colored shirt, a skirt was knee-length, and a pair of small black leather shoes were on her feet.

A youthful and beautiful dress and a plump and sexy figure appear on one person at the same time.

Emilia smiled her eyes into crescents.

Squatting down gracefully, he stretched out his index finger to tap Raphael's head.

The black cat didn't dodge either, her eyes were fixed on a pair of plump peaks.

She is a cat who likes to be big and soft.

At the same time, when that warm hand was covering her head, Raphael seemed to have figured out something.

rich woman.

Good-looking rich woman.

A beautiful young lady.

A young, good-looking, and well-built rich woman.

Young, good-looking, good-looking, rich woman with a gentle personality.

It is the ultimate creature to which a man cannot say "no".

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After stroking the cat, Emilia got up and looked into the room.

The layout is the dormitory style of the academic department, a standard single apartment, the room is clean and tidy, perhaps because the owner of the room is often busy outside, the room lacks a bit of life.

"It's much better than the slovenly appearance of demon hunters I imagined."

Emilia put her hands behind her back and smiled.

"Please come in."

Raphael said casually, and walked into the living room with catwalks.

"Crack!"

Ryan turned off the light and came out of the bathroom.

"So early?"

He looked towards the entrance, and Emilia was taking off her shoes. She raised the heels with her slender fingers, took off the leather shoes, stepped on the carpet with white socks, put on slippers, and walked gracefully into the living room.

The corners of the skirt fluttered.

Ryan saw black in the white.
pistol.

Emilia didn't notice anything, she walked to the sofa with brisk steps, and sat down slowly, her curved legs were very soft.

He took away the open book on the coffee table, rested his chin in one hand, and read it.

"Is it early?"

"Sir, why don't you check the time?"

Lane looked away from her earlobes to the clock on the wall.

"Wait a minute, I'll change clothes."

Ryan walked to the bedroom.

"Of course, I wouldn't want to date a man in pajamas."

"Snapped."

Emilia closed the book, her eyes narrowed.

"Are you planning to wear a black suit again?"

"Like a funeral."

Although her voice was soft, there was quite a hint of disgust hidden in it.

"If a person doesn't take your words to heart, it means he doesn't care about you at all."

Ryan pushed open the bedroom door.

He changed into a decent casual outfit, and he looked handsome, a real sunny and cheerful boy.

Emilia tilted her head.

The lips hooked.

Not bad.

"You still didn't ignore my words—"

"Temporarily find the equipment department to customize."

Ryan closed the bedroom door.

Yesterday, he saw what the speed of the equipment department was.

"What is this for?"

"Dating."

"what do you need?"

"Take it easy."

"Any more?"

"It's okay to look like that."

Three minutes later, a set of ironed clothes was handed over to Ryan. There was not much nonsense in the whole process, and he left after taking it.

Ryan looked at the young and beautiful Minister Emilia.

"go?"

The minister tapped his head.

Raphael was lying on a high place, his big eyes were open and the other was slightly narrowed, peeping at the back of them leaving.

Shake your head.

Ugh--

"Crack."

Ryan, who walked to the entrance, subconsciously pulled out his phone, ready to see if there were any unread messages.

However, it was this look that made him freeze in place.

"Ok?"

Seeing him stop, Emilia turned sideways, patted him on the shoulder, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"some."

Lane just wanted to explain.

As a result, I heard: "Bang bang!"

A crisp knock sounded on the door.

Emilia crossed her arms and said softly with a smile on her face, "Someone is looking for you?"

"Crack!" Ryan stepped forward and opened the door with an unnatural expression.

Sunlight pours into the porch.

A petite figure appeared at the door.

The burgundy pupils glanced inward, and suddenly shrank sharply.

"Rebecca."

(End of this chapter)