Torture Officer Xiao Jie Just Wants to Fish

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Dorothy, who had crossed a threshold last night and seemed to have lifted a certain restriction because of amnesia, only let this shame occupy her heart for a moment.

Soon, her expression calmed down again.

So far she has fully confirmed...

Regardless of whether I have a real teacher-student relationship with "Ms. Rose", it should be closer than the teacher-student relationship in "common sense".

At least, I definitely don't just treat her as a teacher.

In Dorothy's understanding at the moment, those different identities and titles that crossed the plane of racial power did not exist in the first place.

When the problem is completely transparent, only the essence can be seen.

And the essence of the relationship between Rose and Dorothy, for Dorothy, is "love".

She liked "Rose", whether the other party was her teacher or not.

This is a fact that existed before amnesia, and it is also a feeling that has not disappeared after amnesia.

Therefore, this was the first thing Dorothy recalled.

She adored Rose.

No doubt.

Thinking of this, Dorothy raised her head slightly and looked at Rose.

"Good morning, Miss Rose."

Saying so, she rubbed against Rose's arms even more.

And Rose noticed Dorothy's waking up, saw her smilingly looking into her eyes, and smiled softly.

"Good morning... Would you like some breakfast?"

Sitting up gently holding Dorothy, Rose took her robe from the bed and straightened it.

Naturally, Rose put the clothes on Dorothy's head, and finished the robe for her.

And ignored Dorothy's "I can come by myself uh uh" suggestion.

"You've lost your memory and need to rest, I'll help you with this!"

Rose said eloquently.

Whether it's a teacher helping a student, or a sister helping a younger sister, it's not surprising to help get dressed in the morning.

Of course, Rose also knew that Dorothy's main problem was her soul, not some handicap.

But now she couldn't help but treat Dorothy as if she really was her sister.

Especially thinking that this guy didn't seem to have felt the warmth of "family affection", so he wanted to make it up to her.

After actually hugging her all night... Rose could understand.

How small and lithe Dorothy was.

A good night's sleep is probably a luxury for her.

Now that she has forgotten those past pains, at least until her memory comes back...

Let Dorothy think that her normal life should be so comfortable.

That's what Rose thought.

After helping Dorothy put on her clothes, she took out two pre-made and refrigerated egg sandwiches from her personal space.

Although it is cold, it has a special flavor as an egg sandwich.

After Dorothy finished eating in small bites, there was a twinkle of anticipation in her eyes.

"Teacher... this is good."

"It's much more delicious than this," Rose smiled and shook her head, "and you will do it in the future..."

After all, from Rose's point of view, Dorothy is the one who will inherit her cooking mantle!

After breakfast, Rose and Dorothy left the tent.

The mercenaries who got up early also began to pack up their equipment and prepare for a new day of marching.

Although not all monsters are active at night, darkness is never the home ground for humans.

Exploring the restricted life zone of the Black Lake Swamp at night is more than three times more dangerous than during the day.

What's more, there are indeed more monsters active at night than during the day.

This also leads to... the time of the day is much more precious than the night.

If it is not a special situation, the mercenaries should be ready to start exploring in the early morning when the sun has not yet fully risen.

To cherish the time during the day is to add an insurance to your life.

The mercenaries are still very clear about this.

Therefore, most mercenaries don't have any habit of eating breakfast. They are fighters who consume a lot of energy, such as traditional fighters and knights. .

Only before the evening break, will everyone get together to eat together.

"Morning, Your Excellency Doyle!"

"You are early too."

Because Rose's treatment yesterday was very straightforward and efficient, she had won the goodwill these mercenaries had towards her in addition to her own "identity".

Many people greeted Rose, and Rose responded with a smile.

Watching them extinguish the bonfire, pull up the camp to pack, recycle the props to drive away monsters, and eliminate their own breath, Rose also fed the horse a new ordinary carrot.

This made the expressive former war horse seem to show a hint of disgust.

However, after all, in front of these mercenaries, it's not good for Rose to really take out the top-level ingredients containing magic power and feed them to the horses.

She can only keep her money secret.

The efficiency of these mercenaries is not low, and they will be able to march again soon.

The flag of the huge mercenary group was raised again, and the deputy head and female knight who was carrying the flag rode her gray bear-like monster, making a sound full of enthusiasm.

"set off!"

The team pushed again to a deeper place in the Black Lake Mire.

Of course, not too deep.

It's just that this time... the itinerary was no longer as smooth as before.

For Rose, the team, which had expanded several times in size, had not advanced for more than an hour before encountering the most normal "emergency situation" for this kind of restricted life zone!

Around a water area on the way, more than a dozen tentacles suddenly sprang out and attacked the team!

These tentacles seem to belong to a certain group of monster life forms, and each one has the strength of elite level.

It entangled several people at once, and came without warning, forming an evenly matched situation with the mercenaries who immediately launched a counterattack.

Rose and Dorothy, who were guarded at the end of the team, were not attacked, but the nearest tentacle that threw mud was only about two meters away from the two girls.

In order to prevent Dorothy from being afraid, Rose symbolically protected Dorothy on the horse behind her.

Looking back at the little girl on the horseback, Rose could not see a trace of fear on her face.

Instead, he was looking at himself with fluttering eyes.

"Master Rose," Dorothy leaned down lightly, grabbing the rein, "this monster is made up of many monsters...I really want to feel its level."

"Probably at the beginning level of the Transcendent level, isn't it?"

Dorothy asked with some uncertainty.

She also has a certain degree of loss of memory about extraordinary knowledge.

Rose nodded slightly.

"Yes, this is already the strength of the head of a huge mercenary regiment."

As Dorothy seemed quite unafraid, Rose felt a little tempted to tease her.

After all, in the tent last night, this little girl was not polite to her master at all...

But hearing Rose's words, Dorothy was still not afraid.

"That's far worse than you, teacher."

When Dorothy said this, Rose showed a look of surprise.

"Hey, do you remember something?"

"Well...but it's all about the teacher," Dorothy said, tapping her head lightly, "It does seem to recover after sleeping, and I slowly remembered a lot along the way. "

Rose nodded upon hearing this.

"It's good to have recovery!"

After that, she always felt that something was wrong.

"It's all about the teacher", "I slowly remembered a lot along the way"...

So apart from her own strength, what else does this little girl think of?

And Dorothy seems to have deliberately brushed off this part.

Before Rose tried to ask insincerely, Dorothy spoke again.

"That... Teacher Rose, so you don't need to make a move?"

the little girl asked curiously.

"Yeah, after all, 'Doyle' is just an elite priest of the Illuminati Church." Rose looked at the mercenaries who were fighting with a calm expression, "Don't worry, they can fight... and I will Help with what an elite Priest of the Light can do."

As Rose said so, she gently waved the Scepter of Eden, which looked like an ordinary cane.

"Great God of Light, bestow upon your people the power to keep them from being overwhelmed by fate."

"Allow them to push back the evil, allow them to purify the enemy... Your kindness and generosity will be spread by the hands of the people."

She sang the prayers of divine magic devoutly, as if she was really a genuine priest of light, and even because the ups and downs of her tone were honed professional skills without a trace of emotion, it sounded more sincere and devout.