"I did awaken my talent!"

Jeno retorted rudely, and the image of the goddess of Cana had collapsed, and he howled back directly.

"Hard-mouthed, I didn't see any magic flowing around you."

A bluebird landed on her shoulder, chirping at Jeno and repeating her master's language.

"Then as soon as I get close to the source of the mana, my mouth is sore, my hairs stand up, and my skin is itchy?"

"I didn't eat, I didn't wear much, I didn't take a shower."

Cana put her finger to her lips and smiled proudly, a pair of eyes contemptuous of Jeno, at this time, if a cigarette was inserted between her fingers, the big guy's sense of déjà vu would be significantly improved.

"Be serious! The stakes are high, and my future happiness depends on it, tell me what my talent is. ”

"You're making it hard for me to do that."

Jana then floated to the top of Jeno's head, tapped Jano on his forehead with her fingertips, and muttered:

"You do have a gift for magic, but it's still a seedling, weak, dark, and deeply hidden, and I can't tell what kind of breed it is if you ask me."

Jana withdrew her finger and added:

"It's not the Storm's Force, anyway."

"Aren't you God? Even if it's not a panacea, can't a small test be done? ”

Jeno sighed in disappointment, he seemed to have too high expectations for Jana, he thought that standing in the recovery monsoon could heal the body, but in fact there was no such effect, and the game data could only be used as a reference when moved to reality, not fully trusted.

"You said to other gods in this tone, you would have been sentenced to death a long time ago! To put it mildly, I'm a god, but if it's bad, I'm an elemental body, don't take everything for granted. ”

Cana pinched her fingers and her brain collapsed, and the compressed air left a red mark on Jeno's forehead.

"Hey, that taught me to control the magic, I'll figure it out myself."

Human curiosity is never-ending, especially about the unknown that acts on itself.

For example, when it comes to testing one's own pedigree (European and non-European), there will never be a day when it stops.

"There's nothing I can do about it.

I was born to manipulate storms, an instinct imprinted in the depths of my soul that can cause hurricanes at the slightest thought.

Instinct is such a thing...... How to teach it? ”

Cana is a single stall handler.

"I haven't lived through a period where I have magic but haven't mastered it...... So you know, I don't have any learning experience in this area. ”

"yes, you don't have to learn it." Jeno got a batch of sour.

"You mean I'll have to figure it out on my own?"

"Then I don't suggest it, your talent is too young, and it's not a good idea to pull out the seedlings to help them grow...... It's best to go with the flow, and you'll know when fate comes. ”

A typical god stick rhetoric, using fate to fool people! It's the same as not saying it for a long time.

Jeno pouted:

"Look at my mouth shape (gun)"

As soon as the words came out, he regretted it.

Just listen to a cold snort.

I saw a snap of my fingers!

Jeno was slammed into his mouth with a puff of compressed air, and then stuffed into his stomach.

There was a reaction right away!

Bloated! Tinnitus! Belch! I still want to put p!

Not to mention how uncomfortable it feels, it's like the Wind Maiden has made a big move in your stomach.

Hold on!

"Let your mouth be sweet, and I'll treat you well for Oriana."

Cana sat back in her chair indifferently, her ankle wrapped around the leg of the chair, and she didn't want to leave.

If you tell me to get out, I'll get out, so where is my dignity as a goddess?

"I'm going to sleep with a burp! You don't burp...... How do I sleep? ”

Jeno feels like he's pregnant with Nezha.

"Hmph, may the haze not enter your house!"

"May Cana not enter...... Wait a minute! I'll finish the spell before I leave! ”

Looking back, there is still a figure of Cana in the room? Only the windows rattled with the wind that had been blown by her departure.

“***”

Jeno leaned against the wall to close the window, then knelt on the bed with his forehead resting on the pillow and pouting his buttocks, a position that helped expel intestinal gas.

But every exhaust process is accompanied by thrills.

At this time, the disadvantages of a single room without a toilet are magnified to the extreme.

Looking at the night pot under the bed, Jeno burst into tears.

You can't just put it upside down on your ass, right?!

……

Early the next morning, Jeno went out to Colin's workshop, and happened to meet the neighbor of 504 next door, who was squatting at the door to change his outdoor shoes.

The four looked at each other, and the other party greeted with a relaxed expression.

"Good morning, new neighbor, my name is Tamara."

The other party's Piltover accent is very authentic, a little deliberate, and some details that are often overlooked verbally are also fully spoken.

"Good morning, my name is Jeno, please take care of me in the future."

When the other party finished putting on his shoes, Jeno held out his hand to her.

"Don't be disgusted, if you do too much experiment, your hands will become so ugly."

Tamara was stunned for a moment, but immediately smiled, and put her hand on the blackened oil, and was immediately pulled to her feet by Jeno.

She was tall, level with Jeno, with long black hair, wheat-skinned, a slender and toned body, and a good look, even a few points better than Orianna, who had solved the problem of freckles.

Of course, there is also a reason why Orianna is not fully developed.

The two have very different temperaments, Oriana belongs to the silly white sweet girl next door, while Tamara is a wolf-like sexy little pepper.

"Are you going to work too?"

Jeno retracted his hand, and the many calluses on the other hand's palms were uncomfortable to hold.

"No, I haven't signed a workshop yet, I'll go have breakfast, then take a walk and come back to finish my design. But before I can do that, I've got to clean it up. ”

Tamara pointed to the bottom of the bed, her expression natural, not half shy.

"Uh......"

After seeing the night pot, Jeno quickly looked away, and there was a burst of MMP in his heart: Sister! You must have just touched the night pot with this hand, right? There is no faucet in the room to wash your hands! You just shook it up...... Alas, if you want to, you wouldn't have reached out if you knew it.

Tamara didn't care about the embarrassment of the atmosphere at all, looked at Jeno, who was also wearing a student uniform, and said sincerely:

"Did you sign up for the workshop at a young age? I'm so envious! ”

A morning breeze blew, and Tamara tightened her wallet around her school uniform.

"Miss Tamara has won the prize, it's just a small workshop, but you have to take it seriously, I'm going to work...... May the haze not enter your house. ”

Jeno pretended to be in a hurry to leave, his heels already on tiptoe.

"Our home is just separated by a wall, so we don't have to be so formal, goodbye."

Under Tamara's polite gaze, Jeno hurriedly locked the door behind his back, and walked first.

After leaving the apartment, deep thinking made his brow furrow involuntarily.

"Tamara? War Masons of Noxus ......"

War stonemasons, that is, agents, undercover agents, agents, their purpose of existence is to provide reliable information for war aggression.

Tamara goes to Piltover for a walk every day, with the aim of memorizing the pattern of all the streets and alleys of Pi City with the exact same number of steps, and every time she walks more, it is a reinforcement of memory, and finally imprints an accurate and detailed map of Pi City in her mind.

And, the scary thing is that the war stonemasons have always been two people acting together.

Sometimes it is necessary to sacrifice one of them in order to hide the other deeper in the land of another country.

Who is the other one? Jeno didn't know.

"The acting skills just now should be fine, live like a shy little boy, but in the future, all activities in the apartment must be kept secret, or ......"

Jeno looked up in the direction of the Leather City Police Department.

"Do you want to call the police? I haven't met Caitlyn yet. ”

The image of a black and straight royal sister policewoman came to mind.

But when he thought that the police station was not on the way to work, but far away, Jeno still gave up the idea of looking for trouble.

"Forget it, it's better not to mix, my life is not settled...... Evolution Day seems to be coming, and she won't be able to do it for long. ”