Chapter 1141 Trust and Misunderstanding

"Hey, you're calling just in time. I just have something to talk to you about." After the call was connected, before he could speak, Garcia's voice came from the other side.

"Uh what's going on?"

"It's inconvenient to call me, so just come to my room. You've just woken up not long ago, right?"

Roland could feel the contempt coming from the other party through the receiver, as if staying in bed was a heinous act for a martial artist.

"Okay then," he thought for a while and decided to go to 0827 to have a chat first. If Garcia was in a bad mood, he could choose to talk another day.

After hanging up the phone, Roland asked the three witches to wait in the living room for a while, and then a person came to the door of 0827.

"The door is not closed, come in." Garcia obviously heard his footsteps.

Roland pushed the door open and walked into the living room, where he saw the other party wearing a loose summer dress and holding two glasses in front of the refrigerator. Her long, wet gray hair fell down on her shoulders, and there were still small beads of sweat hanging on the tip of her nose. Coupled with a pair of cartoon flip-flops under her feet, at this moment she didn't look like a serious martial artist at all, but more like a martial artist. Ordinary college students enjoying their summer vacation, "What do you want to drink? Boiled water, tea, and cola are all available with ice."

Also, the actual age difference between Garcia and himself is not that big, only a difference of two or three years at most, he thought to himself. If I hadn't been originally set up by the dream world to be a down-and-out landlord of Tongzilou who dropped out of school, worked in a bar, and lost his job, I would still be in school now.

"Coke," Roland said casually, "Have you just finished your morning exercise?"

"Do you think everyone is as lazy as you?"

He hesitated slightly. He was obviously so defenseless, but he still spoke the same way as when they first met. He seemed uncomfortable without making a few sarcastic remarks. It was a miracle that he could survive to this day.

However, after knowing each other for so long, Roland was certain of at least one thing, that is, the other person's mood at the moment was not bad or even good.

Could it be related to what she was going to say?

"Here, iced green tea." Garcia placed the drink in front of him.

"What I just said seemed to be Coke." Roland raised his eyebrows.

"If you don't have morning exercise, just drink less drinks with high sugar content." She said seriously, as if suppressing her smile, "The evolution of the power of nature has nothing to do with body size. Even people who look thin can burst out with powerful energy. The strength. This also means that it cannot help you reshape your body shape. If you want to compete on stage in the future, you should be careful. Martial arts practitioners with a well-proportioned figure will always be more popular than obese martial arts practitioners. "

In this case, don't list this option! Roland rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "So? You didn't just call me here to talk about your figure, right? And as I said, I have no interest in it at all, whether it's a celebrity martial artist or a martial arts tournament. Eradicating evil and protecting the world only requires responsibility and does not require fame. Just let me be a silent guardian."

If you are really famous, you will be recognized wherever you go, so how can you rob homes and homes?

"Incredible" Garcia's voice suddenly became much lower. She looked at Roland and said slowly, "I thought this was the most unlikely thing to come out of your mouth. Of course, my master once taught me not to look at what a person says. It should depend on what a person does. If I hadn’t known what you had done, I would probably have regarded these words as shameless bragging, but it happened to be true.”

Roland naturally understood what the other party was talking about.

Since he tasted the benefits of plundering fallen demons, he has teamed up with the Taquila witches to clean up the low-level fallen demons hidden in the city.

During the day, Falti and others conduct search and positioning, and at night, he and the battle witches deal with the opponents. In addition to harvesting the mutated natural power, they often also get a lot of extra income. In order to avoid being noticed, he would only take away part of the cash or unidentified property, and occasionally hand over some natural power to the martial arts association.

After all, the association is also monitoring the movements of the fallen demons. If they discover that a large number of fallen demons have died inexplicably and the power of nature is missing, it will probably cause a wave of shock, and it will be troublesome to involve him. Therefore, it would be safer to take the initiative to give up some of the targets that have obviously been exposed.

In addition, he is also the most active in accepting wanted orders and corruption commissions issued by the association. According to Garcia, he is the one among the newcomers who has dealt with the most fallen demons, even more than many official members. Moreover, intelligence shows that the Demon Fallen are aware of the emergence of a powerful enemy and are trying to find out his identity and whereabouts.

In other words, he dropped a stone that was enough to stir up ripples among Prism City's senior officials and the Demonic Fallen community, but he had no reputation among ordinary martial artists and people. If Garcia hadn't been the guide in the area and Roland had to contact her every time he wanted to hand over the power of nature, she wouldn't have known about the things he had done.

"Ahem, it's just a matter of duty," Roland cleared his throat, "Isn't this the duty of a martial artist?"

"Yes," Garcia smiled rarely, "This is the duty of a martial artist." She took out a piece of paper from under the coffee table and handed it to him, "Congratulations, you have become a formal member of the martial arts association. , this is the new contract that was sent today, just sign your name and it will take effect."

"I remember that I could become a formal member by solving an erosion incident on my own. As a result, I have completed eight tasks instead of ten. Prism City's administrative efficiency is really low." Roland curled his lips and said in the contract Signed his name at the end.

"Because the Martial Arts Association is an international organization."

"So I'm like you now?"

"No," Garcia shook her head and pushed another small notebook over, "To be precise, it's above me."

Roland opened the small book curiously and couldn't help but was slightly stunned, "This is"

"A hunting license." She put away her smile and said word by word, "It is only granted to those extraordinary people who have outstanding talents in combat and are determined to fight against evil. There are no more than ten martial arts masters in this city who have it. , and the number of licenses issued by Prism City is only about a hundred. As for its uses and precautions, they are all written at the end of the book. Remember, it is not only the association’s trust in you, but also represents a greater responsibility. I hope you Can we persist on this path until mankind achieves final victory."

Is this what she is happy about?

Being surpassed by the newcomers she recruited, most people may feel disappointed, jealous, or angry, but these negative emotions are completely invisible in Garcia's eyes. She is happy from the bottom of her heart, as if she is It's like you have received this honor.

This made Roland slightly worried.

Garcia's feelings for him are now at their highest, but the more so, the greater the pressure of this expectation. He knew that the other party was indifferent on the surface but had a strong sense of justice in his heart. Otherwise, he would not have helped the residents of Tongzilou to fight against the demolition by the Sanye Group. When he thought about the possible misunderstandings, he felt extremely overwhelmed.

"By the way, why did you call me before?" Garcia took a sip of tea comfortably, "I've said everything I want to explain. You couldn't have predicted this in advance when you came to me, right?"

"Well, there is indeed something," Roland said bravely, "Can you go to my room?"

Garcia glanced at him doubtfully, "It's not a problem, but can't I say it here?"

"You'll know when you come."

"All right."

Roland took a deep breath and led the other party to 0825.

Entering the living room, the three witches immediately cast their shining eyes on him.

At the same time, he felt an indescribable coolness coming from behind

"You really did take this step!" Garcia stood at the door stunned, "Oh my God, they are still children. I, I want to call the police!"