Chapter 164

Rolqiang endured his discomfort and carefully examined the dog's body.

It doesn't look like any scars.

"Did you say anything too much to it and make it short-sighted?"

Rolle asked again at the little donkey.

The little donkey glared at him angrily, and then hit his head on his chest to protest.

Then, his big eyes showed sympathy and compassion, slowly came to lick the dog, and his mouth gave a few sad growls.

The licking dog took one last look at it, then closed his eyes and walked very peacefully.

Then, its body quickly weathered into a pool of gray black residue, just like other dead demons, which became the nutrients of this grassland.

"Alas, it's terrible to die without a whole body..."

Rolle also uttered a sigh, a bit of rabbit death and fox sorrow.

When he was young and on earth, he tried to pursue the goddess in his class.

As for the ending

Three dimensional women are big pig hooves!

Or the wife in the mobile phone!

When he came to this world, although he divorced his wife jianniang, nvwushen and cadre, he came into contact with more interesting swordsmanship.

Are you kidding? How can women have fun with swordsmanship?

What's more, I picked up a lovely, sensible and obedient daughter later.

"Fortunately, I already have a daughter. I don't need to lick a woman."

Luo Er whispered, rubbed the head of the little donkey, and observed a minute of silence for the licking dog who helped to pass by.

After that, Rolle rode a little donkey to the hospital to see a doctor and mentioned it by the way.

Orianna sat on the bed with her hands around her legs, put her face on her knees, tilted her head slightly, smiled sweetly, looked at rolle and listened to him quietly. Her beautiful face was slightly red.

It's not shy, but stuffy. This position is a little hard for her. It's too crowded

But this posture is very cute, with a little girl like innocence, which can give her a feeling of love and feel her heart beating faster.

After hearing rolle say the end of licking the dog, she also restrained her smile and expressed sympathy.

"I've heard before that there is a secret method to tame this demon in the alien side, but since they dare to tame such dangerous things, they must have emergency means, similar to remote curse?"

"The spy lost his hound, so he launched the curse and killed it remotely."

Rolle sighed, hammered his thigh and said:

"Unfortunately, I failed to catch the guy and let him escape."

"But... Why do you know so much? Are you really just a PE teacher?"

He suddenly asked again.

"Of course not..."

Orianna said in tears and laughter.

She never said she was a PE teacher. It was roll talking to herself.

"My real identity is a professor in the History Department of the first college. At the same time, I am also a history scholar certified by the Scholars Association. I have relevant certificates."

She did not tell rolle that she was also a saint of inflammation and that her family was the largest publisher in the Empire.

Because the rank and the title of Saint are meaningless to a strong man like rolle, and the power and financial resources of the family will make their love degenerate and less pure.

She hoped that what rolle liked was herself as Orianna, not Elena, the saint of inflammation.

Rolle did not doubt her statement, nodded and said:

"It's a history teacher. No wonder I know so much. I saw your swordsmanship before. I always thought you were a PE teacher."

Historians in this world are obviously not a profession with those on earth. After all, archaeology will involve all kinds of extraordinary events, and it is normal to know more.

Speaking of it, Orianna teaches history and her daughter studies history. Orianna's swordsmanship is good, and her daughter's swordsmanship is also good

Olliana and daughter tietie?

Rolle shook his head and threw the strange idea out of his mind.

After chatting with Orianna for a while, he left and went to the next ward to visit Anya.

Find Anya's housekeeper Oddo by the way and ask him to help inform the speaker of his decision.

As soon as she saw him enter the ward, Anya smiled and said hello. The housekeeper who disappeared yesterday and appeared again today bowed her head and didn't dare to look at him. She looked very guilty.

In fact, he didn't want to show up today for fear that rolle would blame him for revealing his secret and stabbing himself to death.

If the speaker didn't personally tell him that he had a good talk with rolle yesterday and believed that rolle would accept his invitation, he would even hide for a few more days.

However, as the speaker said, Rolle did not embarrass him and said with a smile:

"Please help tell Mr. speaker that I am willing to accept his invitation."

"Ah! That's great!"

The housekeeper suddenly showed a relieved expression.

"Speaker, he also thinks you will accept it. He has made all kinds of preparations in advance."

Ready in advance?

Is there a feeling of imperial and internal determination?

Rolle couldn't help saying something in his heart.

"Mr. rolle, please follow me."

The housekeeper said goodbye to Anya, took rolle into the steam car, walked through the streets and alleys, and finally came to an old city.

It is close to the city center and not far from the imperial clock tower, but the surrounding streets and buildings are very dilapidated. It should be the old urban area left over from that year, but it failed to catch up with the later renovation, which has become a problem left over by history.

Along the way, while driving, the housekeeper talked about two or three things about the gray ghost organization in that chatty tone.

For example, this organization was actually a department for the resettlement of disabled soldiers in the earliest days. It arranged some disabled veterans to do some simple civilian work so that they could support their families.

At that time, the name was naturally not called gray ghost.

Later, with the rapid development of magic guide engineering, especially after imperial spies recruited a group of craftsmen and scholars from the barbarians, the great invention of magic guide prosthetics to save the disabled came out, so that the disabled can also move like normal people.

However, at that time, the cost of magic guide prosthetics was high and ordinary people couldn't afford it at all, so the Empire usually paid to install them for disabled soldiers who made great achievements in war.

Then a minister had a whim that these retired soldiers with prosthetics were elite and outstanding. It would be a waste of manpower and financial resources to retire them, but it would be inhuman to send them back to the battlefield

So the gray ghost, a special spy agency belonging to the royal family, was established.

At that time, the people inside were basically composed of these veterans who were equipped with new prosthetics. They were all elite who were strong, brave, good at fighting and extremely loyal to the royal family.

After that, when adding new people, they are also inclined to such people, and earn those disabled and strong players at the cost of free prosthetics.

Today, although the organization has lost its glory, the tradition of giving priority to recruiting disabled people equipped with new prosthetics has been retained and has become a symbol and symbol of them.

So when the instructor and the regimental commander saw ror's left hand, they wondered if he had run to be a gray skin.

Although this operation sounds quite reasonable and can be regarded as the maximum utilization of human resources, Rolle always feels a little uncomfortable.

Originally, I thought I was coming to be the spy leader. I thought it was quite compelling, but it turned out to be the president of the disabled persons' Federation ***** association? There are all disabled people below

Once again, I think that my broken blade swordsman group has now become a semi disabled swordsman group. I feel very wrong when I take over this work again

After the housekeeper said this, the steam car also stopped by a second-hand market, and then he took rolle into a dilapidated small building nearby, with a faded sign hanging at the door:

New life housekeeping service company

As soon as I entered the door, I saw several people with sunglasses sitting at the table pasting matchboxes, and there were some people knitting flower baskets next to them.

Full of the smell of reemployment of the disabled.

The housekeeper took rolle to a warehouse full of matchboxes and flower baskets in the building, and then closed a switch like an electric switch on the wall.

The ground of the warehouse vibrated slightly, revealing a dark hole with a circle of rotating stairs.

"The conditions are not very good. They are old buildings decades ago, but they are hidden enough."

"To confront strong scholars, secrecy and low-key are necessary."

The housekeeper smiled apologetically, picked up a flashlight, took rolle into a hole in the ground, and the floor above his head closed automatically again.

At the end of the revolving staircase is a long and narrow corridor. Bright incandescent lamps are hung on the left and right walls, which makes it snowy all around. You can also hear the continuous noise of high-power ventilator.

It really feels like an underground secret base. It's much more professional than the one dug up by the restoration sect.

But there is still a big deviation from Rolle's ideal painting style

His imaginary workplace should be in a remote but beautiful suburb, a low-key office building with various high-tech inside. At the door sat a young and beautiful receptionist with a standard professional smile and wearing short skirts and black silk.

Instead of living in the basement of the warehouse like this, there are some blind people who paste matchboxes outside.

But... What can we do when we all come?

A man who looked like an intellectual with a pair of gold glasses on his face was waiting for them at the entrance of the stairs.

"Hello, Mr. Oddo."

The middle-aged man stepped forward, shook hands with the housekeeper, and looked at rolle next to him.

"Hello, Mr. rolle. I'm your future secretary and assistant, Foley."

The other party already knew about rolle in advance.

Rolle nodded, did not put on the airs of leadership, shook hands with the other party, and behaved very easygoing.

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There should be more in the evening