Chapter 243 NO.6: Very fragrant parchment rolls

[Training log: 612, June 29, sunny

Jockey Girl Miura Bourbon: Confirm the nature of its "curse", and the psychological factors when using electrical appliances cause the source energy to go out of control.

Strengthen skills training.

Note: When you are mentally stressed, it is easier to be guided to pay attention, increasing the proportion of concentration practice.

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Jockey Girl Manchester City Teahouse: focuses on the planning of curve training and the training of end-foot bursts.

Note: The source energy talent of hindering nature is very high

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Horse racing girl Ellie Soko: The proportion of endurance training will be adjusted again, and we will consider forcing her to follow the Bourbon morning exercise session.

Note: He is very talented in bends and can be used as a case of teahouse training]

The young man typed on different note pages. After completing the recording, he flipped through the previous records. He seemed to have a headache, so he raised his hand to his forehead.

Pay attention, this is the change in the expression of a new trainer when he has to train three racing girls at the same time and make up for their weaknesses and even flaws.jpg

Even training and compensation haven't started yet, this is just a summary of the problem.

But with his mobility, it was obvious that he would spend late night hours on these documents.

But why is it late at night?

As a mercenary, he currently has no commissions to handle.

As a trainer, his job is undoubtedly the content on the screen.

Apart from that, what else can he do that can override the correction of the training plan?

That was of course the phone call during the day.

Because of that phone call, Omo had to sacrifice his free time at night and arrive alone in a smoky place like the alien world of the Realm Gate District again.

[Dear passengers, the Sculpture Impression Station has arrived]

Such notifications echoed, causing Omo to lower his hands, stand up, and walk towards the car door that opened automatically.

Perhaps in line with the saying that 'criminals will eventually return to the scene of their crime to admire their masterpieces', the meeting place given by the 'businessman' was not far from the Sculpture Impression Hall.

Instead of riding a motorcycle, Omer took the shuttle bus and walked.

Even when he raised his head, he could see the art museum in the distance, and next to him was the isolation board that is often seen at construction sites.

Of course, the barrier has nothing to do with yesterday's events.

All the destruction yesterday was carried out in the alienation barrier, and reality was not hindered. The construction here was planned for the original development plan.

The Exotic Sculpture Museum is already located on the edge of an art special zone, and Aumer's location is the edge among the edges.

Here you can see long slopes that are overgrown with weeds and no one is taking care of them, and you can even see flickering street lights struggling with poorly connected circuits.

At this time, Omo can give the pole a slap in the face and inject the voltage increase that can be achieved through basic lightning techniques without the assistance of the King of Airei card, making it temporarily stable.

But what's the point?

Poorly connected circuits will not be repaired. There are many such street lights here that are ignored, causing darkness to grow silently.

There are many exotic places like this.

Wealth has never arrived here, prosperity has never been here, and even the lights of the tall, brightly lit stadium cannot shine here.

Only half-lit night lights hung on the roadside, adding a bit of soil for the development of supernatural stories to the already dark place.

But fortunately, this is not the end, it is just the road to the end.

So where is the end point?

Omo glanced at the navigation on the electronic map, then turned to look at the ancient buildings that were too far away from the direction of the sculpture hall, and where he could faintly hear the sounds of people.

That ending reminded him of the place he visited not long ago when he was investigating negative energy monsters.

The same dilapidation, with the shadow of decay and old age.

There will also be various gangs gathering.

Of course he wouldn't like a place like that, but it was indeed a suitable place to harbor criminals.

"I'll turn off the device next, okay?" he said softly.

"There is nothing wrong with being cautious, just send back a copy of the memory data," the communication on the screen marked as the executor came with this response, "Morrison, you are the same, even if you are banned by your adopted son, turning off the screen will not let you

If you see anything, you have to report it to the security bureau."

"Damn it, why do you assume that I will be silenced and blindfolded by this bastard!"

The electronic vampire was indignant, but obviously did not have the courage to cross the network cable and fight the executor.

However, their tone was somewhat casual as that of familiar acquaintances, and Omo made no comment.

He just banned Morrison immediately, and then asked the executor:

"Have you notified Rhode Island?"

"Until the true neutral status of the Hall of Return is confirmed, Rhode Island's right to know is only reflected in the acquisition of Kingsley Moore's whereabouts."

"In other words, there is still a possibility that I will be kicked by several operators while chatting with him?"

"You should have some skills when you recommend yourself."

"Although this is true, this statement..." Omer turned up the volume of Morrison.exe's synthesizer again, dragged the executor's call logo to the electronic vampire icon, and said coldly:

"Morrison, scold him!"

"You fucking little brat!"

It's broken, and Tamagotchi bites back.

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Kingsley Moore is an Elf.

He is also a business wizard.

He is also an elf who doesn’t care about vegetarian and vegan diets.

He is also an elf who enjoys being in the steel jungle.

In his eighty-six years of life, he has always faced stereotypes and prejudices from foreign races, and has also seen the transformation between so-called tradition and anti-tradition, but there is no doubt that he is passionate about a kind of free creativity.

Flexible thinking and free scale of value are essential qualities for a businessman, and they are also something he is proud of.

With this, he can always make a comeback.

Because of this, he often runs into dead ends.

When walking on an established path, you always want to open up a new path. If you are unlucky, you will end up in a dead end.

But he was very open-minded about it:

As long as you don't die, there is always a chance to recover.

Just like yesterday, he thought it was a failed attempt. Fortunately, his companions from Guiyuan Hall rescued him, so he still had a chance to save it.

He still had the reserves to start business again. At the same time, the mercenary named Omer Linton also made him see new value.

The incredible compatibility of the monster cards alone is enough to be regarded as a valuable commodity by the 'merchant', not to mention that the other party has also demonstrated further value - that is, the actual combat performance on the battlefield.

Kingsley never thought of himself as a warrior, but the mercenary had the qualifications of a warrior.

Of course, what's more important is that he still holds his own property in his hands.

It doesn't matter if someone else makes a fortune, as long as he finds a way to let the other person create more value - with this idea, he will definitely not let the other person go!

The specific measure is not only to accept the task of testing and inviting the other party to join the Hall of Return, but also to directly cooperate with the other party.

He believes that the other party will accept it.

A mercenary, young, mastering the power of monsters that can make people quite emotional, and just starting a business——

——He has no reason to refuse the generous terms he proposed.

Therefore, when the other party called in the evening and gave a definite answer and asked if he wanted to meet, he also gave a straightforward answer.

Meet?

Of course I want to see you!

Compared to an agreement on the Internet, a written and enforceable contract ceremony truly reassured him.

This is also the only traditional aspect of his performance as an elf.

And such a contract was placed on the table by him, still stained with some oil and chopped green onion.

This is the meeting place he reported.

A roadside barbecue stall on the roadside in a busy city.

Thanks to Yuntuu, Zhen Taotie Youyouzi for the reward.

thanks, thanks!
Chapter completed!