About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

The guest, that is, Maria's uncle Marna, still frowned and looked like she didn't have enough sleep.

"That child is using his own way, which is completely different from Margaret Zofia's, to implement the way of 'Lighting', do you understand?"

Bald-headed Martin turned on the TV and switched to the news station, which was broadcasting the news of Maria's victory.

The news not only reported that Maria recently won the knight competition, but also said that in the most recent competition, Maria finally mastered her Originium skill, which was somewhat similar to the Yao Knight, But there is no such dazzling pure white light.

The host also said something about the "orthodox chivalry" that Maria has always adhered to in the game, but before the host finished speaking, the news was suddenly shut down.

"Stupid girl...that would ruin her..."

Manna watched the TV screen and frowned tightly. Maria might not know what danger her every move would bring, but Manna knew it very well.

After Margaret, will the Chamber of Commerce allow individual participating knights to go too far... No, it should be said that in the competitions before that, there were often news of individual contestants withdrawing and disappearing for no reason. No one can resist the oppression from the Chamber of Commerce.

But now Maria is not only thinking about the special championship, but also thinking about advancing step by step to the summit, she is also promoting the 'chivalry', which is almost an "arrogance" that cannot be ignored by the Chamber of Commerce.

"Tsk... Put aside the matter of Maria. I came to inform you today, Martin. 'Turbulent Ohm' died, in his office, the banquet palace of the Great Knights of Northwood, Kill yourself by piercing your own jaw and head with a crossbow bolt."

"—!"

It was obvious that the bald-headed Martin knew the deceased, and the pupils of his eyes dilated for a moment.

"You just said..."

"That's it, I'm leaving."

Manna briefly notified the obituary, then got up to leave.

"Wait Manna! That guy is your former friend, right? What do you want to do?"

Bald-headed Martin noticed that the exhausted and submissive aura of the middle-aged office worker in front of him disappeared, replaced by the sharpness and sternness of Manna, the heir of the long cavalry, before the decline of the Linguang family.

"He's my friend now, too."

Manna stopped, and looked back at the old Martin, who was once known as the "Shaking Iron Knight" who had once dominated the arena.

"The time is almost up, I'm going to continue what Ohm didn't get done - challenge the waves, that's all."

Manna dropped those words, and then left the bar in silence.

————The top office of the headquarters of Meshko Group———

"Maria Linguang. Although the light is faint, it is still dazzling. Her existence has already affected the future of knight competition. You know what to do, Mr. Charney."

The man in a suit and leather shoes turned off the display screen in front of him, then looked at the 'spokesperson' of the knight competition, and said calmly.

"I'll get to it right away."

Spokesman Charney stood aside and did not dare to make any moves, but bowed his head to express acceptance.

"In addition, to deal with the two underground arenas for infected people, Kasimir has been a bit strange recently, acting in a low-key manner. You should know how to 'handle', right?"

"Please leave it to me."

Charney bowed slightly and left the room.

——It seems that there is more than one mouse.

The president of the Meshko Group, he got up and looked at Casimir in the night with a blank expression.

On the edge of the big knight collar that merged with the four cities, in the temporary "company" of the integration movement purchased with Zofia's help, Orson was playing with the plastic knight's son who had met several times before.

"How about it, after the devilish training, my upper body strength is now able to easily perform actions like lifting high!"

Orson boasted very complacently. After all, he had been complained about by the shield guards and the snow monster team for his poor strength.

Most of the aborigines in the world of Terra seem to have throwing tiles that are different from their appearance. Even Ansel, a purebred hunk, can probably kill many Olympians when he throws a shot put.

Therefore, Orson often tries to exercise his muscles intentionally or unintentionally, but the effect has always been mediocre. It is estimated that he wants to become like the ACE brother who "jumps from the 20th floor as long as the shield first touches the ground and nothing happens". Impossible.

The opportunity to "legally lift a person (even though it's a 6-year-old)" like now is almost as likely to Orson as to see Kelsey put on a mask and Tallulah put on lipstick.

"How about it... I don't feel like I'm holding it high at all."

It's a pity that Xiao Zhengtai didn't understand Orson's joy, but pointed out the core problem: first of all, you have to be taller.

"—You can play with the deer head next to you."

The truth always hurts people very much. After listening to Tong Yanwuji, Orson quit the job, ran to the corner next to him and squatted in the corner to grow mushrooms, and left the little Zhengtai to the passing daddy.

"Ah, you are the staghorn knight!"

Xiaozheng was not afraid of the patriots, rather, she became more excited when she saw her idol.

"...?"

The Patriot was a little confused about the situation, but he still squatted down to indicate that the little fan could ride on his shoulders.

After a while, the Patriot skillfully took the baby to play high-lifting, and the Patriot, who is 3 meters tall, is naturally much stronger than Orson.

"Actually, I've thought about it before. Senior Patriot, you seem to get along very well with children unexpectedly."

Orson looked at the way the stag-headed man was taking care of the child. Although he felt a little disobedient, it unexpectedly made people feel that there was nothing wrong with him. He sighed softly.

"You mean, you want me to take care of my grandson in the future?"

The thinking ability of the elderly is very strong, and the problem span of the Patriots is so wide that Orson couldn't react at once.

"No, no, no...how is it possible, old patriot."

Orson hurriedly explained that he didn't mean that.

"Then you mean to abandon Yelena?"

"Why do you think so!?"

"Then explain it to me."

"Of course I... no, wait a minute, the topic has become so strange!"

Patriot's words are beyond the fifth level. Even if the black snake comes over this wave, he will have to think about it, let alone Stupid Orson?

"I can't answer it, I understand."

The Patriots nodded, then played high again.

It's just that this time he's here to play with Orson, and it seems that he still has a vague intention to turn Bane's broken back from lifting high.

Mrs. Xiaozheng has no complaints, after all, it is more fun to watch the "Integrity Knight" lift the "Infected Knight" high.

After tossing about the combination of ultra-small cups, small cups, and 5L barrels for a while, Xiao Zhengtai's physical strength is almost exhausted.

"Haha...Speaking of which, although the little brother and Mr. Lutou are both knights, they feel completely different."

Xiao Zhengtai sighed while wiping off his sweat.

"You think it's different there, what kind of knight do you want to be?"

Orson teased Mrs. Xiao Zheng while doing lumbar spine reset exercises.

"Father feels very ordinary, but Mr. Deer Head feels like the final boss!"

Xiao Zhengtai expressed his analysis in a serious manner.

"what about me?"

Orson asked with some anticipation.

"Brother Orson is very cute!"

"..."

It sounds like an 'advantage' that has nothing to do with 'knight'.

"But as expected, I still want to be like my father. After all, he is the most powerful knight to me! Although sometimes my father will lose in the field, but he can protect our family!"

"While it's a touching statement, I'm still embarrassed to say it in front of 'big name' patriots..."

Xiaozheng sighed from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time, the door of the office not far from the three of them was pushed open, and Tallulah and the plastic knight came out one after the other.

The plastic knight glanced aside, and the tone of the 'deer head man' was a bit stiff.After learning the true identity of the deer head, the plastic knight directly hit the floor without a chin, which is the greatest degree of restraint.

"Please don't worry, Mr. Sekiak. We will not do anything to Kazimir at present-of course it is only temporary."

Tallulah, who was following behind, showed a smile and spoke words that were half comforting and half threatening.

"I'd better pretend that I didn't hear what you said just now, and I hope you can follow the agreement and not reveal the fact that I was here today."

The plastic knight wiped his sweat, and he began to think whether his behavior was a little too reckless.

The purpose of Sergiak's going to the integration movement this time is actually to change jobs.

Although Wind Howl Guard is a large enterprise that can compete with the Meshko Group to a certain extent, its internal benefits and pressure cannot be equal at all.

In the first battle with Maria before, if the opponent was not Maria, an engineering girl with chivalry, I am afraid that my arms would have been overloaded by the prototype of the Howling Guard, and they would have been scorched into coke by the high temperature. .

But even so, the Plastic Knight who returned to the Howling Guard was not compensated, but was deducted three weeks of salary because he failed to demonstrate the function of the new model of armor.

Similar situations had happened many times before, and the accumulated dissatisfaction made the Plastic Knight finally have the idea of ​​leaving the Howling Guard.

After all, he didn't want his son to see his father die in front of so many spectators in the arena because of equipment problems.

"Please don't worry, we told you the true identity of the stag-headed knight. This is the best proof, isn't it. Although the current funds of the integration movement are not that rich, we can at least guarantee that everything will be at the expense of everyone's life." Priority, and we have always done so. Thank you for coming, Mr. Sekiak, we will seriously consider it, please prepare during this time."

Tallulah responded with a smile, trying to reassure the Plastic Knight, who nodded with a sigh. He knew very well that his behavior was like walking a tightrope on the roof of a building that was about to collapse, trying to reach the safety on the other side.

"Are you leaving, Dad?"

Mrs. Xiaozheng tilted her head and asked about Plastic Knight. The latter nodded, stretched out her hand to hold Mrs. Xiaozheng, and held hands like this, preparing to leave the temporary company of the integration movement.

"Thank you, Brother Orson, and Mr. Lutou, I had a great time today! You will definitely be able to enter the Cavaliers Championship!"

"This kid has a really sweet mouth, come play again next time."

Orson smiled and waved to Xiao Zhengtai.

"Brother Orson, next time we meet, do you think I can become as tall as you?"

"You little brat, don't come here again."

Orson stuck out his tongue at Xiaozheng.

After seeing off the Plastic Knight family, Tallulah came to Orson and the Patriots, putting away her meticulous and strict posture like the general manager of the company.

"Thank you Tallulah, it's not easy to pretend to be the boss."