The Missionary of the Second Dimension

Then he turned and walked towards the door of the bathroom|room.

Just when Zhai Nan didn't know what she wanted to do, she stopped again.

When she reached the door, Joan of Arc turned her head around, an impatient expression permeated the girl's cheeks.

"Is this your home? I'm sleepy, hurry up and arrange a room for me. And..."

The girl shifted her gaze to the bottom of Zhai Nan, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth with a half-smile.

"When you talk to me in the future, can you please put away that thing of yours? I'm afraid I can't help but cut it up in the future."

Hearing this, Zhai Nan felt a gust of cold wind blowing through his lower body, and subconsciously lowered his head to look over.

The scarf that was wrapped around his waist fell to the ground at some point, and his little brother was falling asleep with his head down.

"..."

There was a wordless silence in the air.

At this moment, Zhai Nan's thick skin is too embarrassing to stay here any longer. Thanks to the "handsome" words he said just now, his feelings have long been embarrassing.

........

In the middle of the night, the crescent moon in the night sky hung above, and most people in Ola Li City were already immersed in their dreams.

Hestia, Esther, and Huihui are no exception.

"This will be your room from now on. Call me if you have anything to do, and I'll be right next to you." Zhai Nan pointed to the door at the end of the corridor, and said to Jeanne Alter.

After the previous conversation, he was able to have a normal conversation with the girl anyway.

But with her character, it is impossible to have a complete dialogue, at least for now...  

Anyway, there will be plenty of time in the future, a drop of water can wear a stone, Zhai Nan does not believe that his three-inch immortal snake will not be able to convince her.

"It barely meets my standards." Jeanne Alter looked around a few times, then walked in on her own.

But when Zhai Nan just wanted to follow in, a sword was put on his neck.

"Don't you fool come into my room without my permission."

"Don't call me a nickname casually, no matter what, I am your master." Zhai Nan took Joan of Arc's sword from his neck and said.

"Heh!" Unexpectedly, the girl showed her head and sneered at him. "Do you want me to recognize you as the master? It's really hard for someone to force you."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door with a "bang".

"Don't make trouble."

Zhai Nan, who wanted to tell her some other precautions, could only leave such a sentence and leave helplessly.

After roughly settling the newly summoned Joan of Arc, Zhai Nan returned to the room.

Soon after, the Hestia base camp was plunged into darkness.

Ten minutes later...

A furtive voice crept out from the window of his own room.

What's more, his white clothes were replaced by a set of black night clothes. Even Zhai 3.3 Nan's head was covered by a black hoodie, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

In addition, he himself knows some skills to isolate his own breath, so even if Zhai Nan is placed in front of Hestia's eyes, she may not be able to recognize Zhai Nan.

And there are two reasons why he dressed like this.

One is because almost the entire Olalie now remembers his appearance, and if he walks out casually, it will easily lead to discussions and crowds.

The other is because the fewer people who know what he is going to do next, the better.

Zhai Nan has been eyeing him ever since he met Athena at the meeting of gods.

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ps: Dear readers, throw me your useless flowers, evaluation tickets, and monthly tickets!Miserable....

Chapter 85 Night Attack on Athena

What appeared in front of Zhai Nan was a small hotel.

The location is very remote, even in the dark alleys, it is very inconspicuous.

In addition to the bustling streets, there are more or less such hotels in basically every small alleyway.

Although this is a place where robbery and other crimes often occur, it is a good home for novice adventurers who can't afford to live in a big hotel but don't want to sleep on the streets.

"She actually lives here?"

Standing in front of the gate of this hotel, Zhai Nan looked up at the closed gate.

"Young man, do you want to stay in a hotel? I still have a room here."

Just when Zhai Nan was about to climb over the wall, a bald old man with thinning and gray hair stuck out a lifeless face from the hole and asked him.

"..." Zhai Nan lowered his head, pulled down the hat on his head, and said, "Let's stay for one night."

"Clang..."

With the 16 hoarse sounds of the old wooden door, Zhai Nan walked in.