Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

Second time taking leave this month...

Alas, just as the title says.

I just got home from outside and was about to write some code. When I opened the door, I suddenly saw a group of relatives I didn't know at all gathered around the table and pulled me over.

byd, that's not right, we have resumed work, students have gone back to school, how come there are still relatives who have nothing better to do than come to my house at night.

It's been two days in a row.

Yesterday was shitty enough. I even hid in the toilet halfway through to type on my phone. When I tried to do the same thing today, my family pushed me down on a chair and told me not to work all the time. Having dinner with relatives is more important than work.

No, I'm super, I can't even call these bitches by their faces or names, I feel that talking to them is not as important as going to the reader group and chatting with the lovely readers. Now when I'm writing this paragraph, they are even nagging me not to play with my phone while eating, and to have a drink with them, etc...

Explanations seem to be of no use, they are just determined to find someone to get them drunk... as if they think not doing so is a big taboo. I hate the drinking culture.

(By the way, in the past two months, I have roughly figured out my own writing status.)

(I took two days off last month, and only one this month, but I got ganked today, so that’s two days off as well. After a careful calculation, I’ll set a standard for myself.)

(I can only take two days off a month at most. If I exceed this number, I will add two more chapters for each additional day off.)

(Anyway, I feel like I can’t escape being fed up today… I’ll get up early tomorrow and code more to make up for it.)

Finally, let me say one more thing.

Drinking culture! Stupid relatives!

I'm like you?! ! ! (deafening)

Chapter 63, please ask for leave....Fuck it, open the code!

"Hey, who are you *Victoria swearing*? Let me tell you, we are not going to have a good conversation today..."

The sturdy man walked up to the Blood Demon Lord and looked down at the thin man in front of him.

"If you don't want to die, hurry up..."

However, as soon as the words came out of his throat, the severe pain in his chest took over his consciousness.

Ducare shook off the bright red blood beads on his fingertips and glanced at everyone in the aisle with some disgust.

Then his eyes fell on Aiden, who was surrounded in the center of the crowd.

"Mr. Ducare?! Is that you? Why are you here?!"

Aiden looked at Dukare who suddenly appeared in some disbelief, but the next moment, he realized something was wrong.

"Run! Mr. Ducare, there are too many of them, you can't handle them!"

Although he saw the latter easily subdue a strong man, from Aiden's perspective, that should only be in a one-on-one situation, and Mr. Ducare had some special skills.

But if you have to face such a large number of thugs alone, you will surely be in danger.

However, he certainly didn't know that it was this sentence that gave a reminder to the hesitant thugs around him.

Yup!

There are so many of them!

This guy doesn't look very strong! He must have used some special means to easily defeat their companion just now.

As long as they attack together, will this guy be able to handle it?

It's impossible that they encounter a creature like that monster woman twice in a row, right?

No way, right?

"*Victoria swears* Damn it, let's go together! This guy looks much easier to deal with than that bitch! Go together and make sure his little tricks don't work.

come out!!!"

The thugs roared and then rushed towards Dukare with all kinds of weapons.

The latter just stood there quietly without saying a word.

Only those scarlet eyes were quietly watching the gangsters in front of them whose voices were getting louder and louder.

“Puchi…Ahahaha…”

Looking at the Victorian in front of him, Ducare seemed to remember something and couldn't help but let out a creepy laugh.

He remembered this scene.

Many years ago, how many years ago?

He forgot, but he remembered the scene anyway.

At that time, there were many Victorians like those gangsters who rushed towards him on the battlefield.

It’s just that those people back then had better equipment and their tactical coordination was closer.

However, so many years have passed, and Ducaré is still Ducaré, and the group of people who once again launched such an attack on him... are actually a group of Victorian thugs?

Ahahahaha….Ahahahahahahaha!

"It really makes me laugh unconsciously."

The Blood Demon Lord raised his lips, and began to recall what happened to those Victorian soldiers who charged towards him...

"It's really nostalgic, that glorious time."

He smiled and began to construct his own Originium technique in the palm of his hand.

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"Mr. Ducare! I didn't expect you to be so amazing!"

On the bench on the street, Aiden spoke with some gratitude to Dukare who was sitting on it.

"Ah - I'm so lucky to have met you, otherwise I really don't know what I would do."

"I didn't expect you to be a martial artist! I saw you just slapped them and they fell to the ground! I remember this thing. I read a lot of similar books when I was studying in Yan Country!"

"This is called... Inch Power! Yes, Inch Power!"

Aiden spoke nonstop.

Dukare on the side just smiled and let the former imagine his own strength at will.

However, he waited until the other party's tone gradually weakened before he stood up and spoke.

"No, Aiden, rather, I should thank you for letting me enjoy another farce after such a long absence."

"farce....?"

"Anyway, let's just say goodbye here."

"By the way, don't think about when you'll meet me. If there's a next time, you'd better avoid me."

Dukare waved his hand, leaving Aiden standing there in confusion.

After he had walked for a while, a sweaty attendant suddenly followed him from the crowd on the side of the street.

"Have you finished it? That's pretty efficient."

Looking at the other party's horrified expression, the Blood Demon Lord felt a familiar sense of pleasure for the first time in a long time.

"It's been dealt with..."

The servant's attitude was obviously more respectful than before, or rather, more fearful.

In the cold and gloomy alley, a bunch of "knocked out" thugs were lying in a mess.

When the servants who came to deal with the situation thought that this member of the Sarkaz royal court would actually show mercy.

A servant who was starting to carry the "unconscious" gangster suddenly screamed.

The guy they were carrying began to wither and shrivel rapidly all over. In just a few seconds, his whole body was like a deflated balloon, and his solid flesh turned into something like withered old bark!

Then, a sound like a leak came out, like a devil's symphony, rising and falling among the corpses on the ground and surrounding the ears of everyone in the alley!

No one was left alive in the entire venue...what the Blood Demon Lord did was even a little too considerate.

Not even a trace of blood was left.

Some of them were just dry bark-like objects with human faces, and all they needed was a suitcase to roll them all up and stuff them inside.

"Come on, lead the way. I'm suddenly interested in riding on the little gadget you prepared."

Ducare's voice interrupted the servant's thoughts and forcibly pulled him back from his trembling.

"well....."

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"Mr. Ducare, you are amazing. You subdued those thugs so easily."

On the bench, Aiden, who had no idea that some unlucky guys had just disappeared, thought unconsciously.

Of

But then, he suddenly sighed again.

What else can he do?

Full of ideas, but unable to do anything.

He came to Londinium, but he might not even be able to maintain his daily expenses.

The money his father gave him was not enough to survive in such a core city for a long time. He might starve to death before he could see with his own eyes the various signs of the birth of the capital of this country.

"I have to find a job that can temporarily support my life."

Aiden said, looking back at the box he was holding.

He only found out about this when he came to Londinium. His father had packed up some of his luggage and sent it over by express delivery... It was as if he couldn't wait for him to leave.

But...it seems that all the things here are from his college days...I really miss them.

Looking at the box, which contained an old-fashioned camera that had seen some time, Aiden was suddenly stunned.

In the fields

During their internship, their group will need to record the growth of the experimental rice.

In addition to notes, you also need matching pictures.

At first, this job was given to Aiden.

The same goes for this camera. After the internship, his senior praised him for his talent in photography and gave it to him as a gift.

What else to say... this is imported from Victoria...

Although it is strange for a Yan countryman to give a Victorian a camera imported from Victoria.

However, he still accepted the senior's kindness...

My farming skills...I definitely can't be used in Londinium...but taking photos...do I really have a talent for it?

Aiden, who had basically never been praised by his bad-tempered father since he was a child, talked to himself while holding the camera.

"Why don't you try....for example, find a temporary job related to photography?"

...........

......

Inside a Victorian office building.

The doctor sat at his workstation with some curiosity.

"Hey, boss, why are so many of our workstations so clean? Shouldn't a newspaper office be filled with all kinds of manuscripts and photo films?"

Although the doctor is not sure about the situation in the newspaper office, it is definitely not as clean as it is now.

Could it be that these employees took everything from their workstations back to work during the New Year holidays?

Are you kidding, that's possible.

"Ah, well... it's okay, someone will be back to work soon. Yes, we are mainly short of a reporter now... it's okay, someone will be back soon... Phew, someone will be back soon!"

The bald boss was shocked by the doctor's words, and then spoke hesitantly.

At the same time, he hides something behind his back.

However, he underestimated the Doctor's dynamic vision.

This level of memory and vision was a piece of cake for her.