Teresa rushed back to her room that day, and the first thing she checked was her staff, which is usually not stolen by thieves who would reveal their stuffing as soon as they carried it.

But the funny thing is that Theresa doesn't have anything of value on her body, the most expensive thing is - the precious metal inlaid on the staff.

The fiery red sand snake gall made her flames even more dazzling, causing them to roar through the sky.

Theresa glanced at her room where she had tied her staff in cowhide.

She knew someone had suffered, at least not them.

……

"They stole my stuff, something important."

Roman subconsciously looked at his thumb, which cleverly filled in the missing clove wrench.

Teresa saw Roman's changing gaze, and it turned out that he had stolen there.

Even stealing Roman's wrench can make a thief rich.

Think of it that Roman has seven on both hands, a thick silver wrench as thick as a woman's little finger, and it is not the kind that is silver-plated for the sake of good looks, it is pure silver.

"May I ask a little more specifically?"

Theresa glanced at Roman's wrench, and she always felt that something was strange.

"I can't."

Roman then crossed his hands, and Theresa could no longer see the wrench on his hand.

Theresa's curiosity was extinguished.

No.

"More information, more detailed traceability."

"Teresa, can you help me ask?"

Roman picked up the piece of paper and shook it in front of Teresa, as if unintentionally.

"Put down your damn hand, I know, I surrender!"

Teresa watched Roman frustrate herself with the cheerful piece of paper and shaking her in the eyes.

She raised her hand with a look of little anger, usually Roman showing this kind of forced look.

It was also the first time he had seen Theresa like this, and Honanstine said that she had suitors, really?

Teresa watched as Roman's hand stretched out, God forbid he wouldn't be holding her nose with those two wrenched fingers......

Don't don't, don't!

Her beautiful nose cartilage will be deformed by this guy who won't pity her!

Theresa's head had been consciously shrinking as Roman's fingers approached, but sadly—her neck was not as long as Roman's hand was extended.

That must be fucking painful......

Roman watched Theresa's eyes get smaller and smaller, and the human pupil will mediate according to the distance of the object, although the pupil change is not as good as the cat's eye, but it is also a common principle.

Always a person who follows his heart, Roman has always practiced his heart, far away from the world's infinite freedom.

Honnendin, he can't answer the third question for the time being, and Roman can't answer it at the moment may be a long time to ponder.

He admits that he is going through a strange phase that he cannot explain.

Sometimes he thinks that he longs to the east, but he can't help but look west, why?

He also wanted to know.

"If you don't ask, don't ask, where is so much nonsense."

Just as Honansteen lowered his head, he missed an important piece of information.

Teresa was mourning the loss of her nasal cartilage, and Roman was quietly watching what he had done with his feelings.

"Ahh You devil! ”

Teresa felt it, her nasal cartilage pinched hard, and the silver wrench clamped her bones.

Who taught Roman to treat women seriously and exert ten percent of his strength?

If Teresa's nose was ruined, her appearance would collapse in half, and the tip of her nose and chin were perfectly angled, as long as she smiled slightly, it was an arc that could snipe people.

Roman was watching Theresa scream in pain, he was just trying to pinch her nose gently, and pinching the tip of her nose was a loving gesture.

He knew, so he deliberately pinched it very heavily, so heavy that it could leave a red mark, is it a little heavier This subconscious feeling will be covered up in the form of a prank?

"Let it go!"

Theresa wants to save herself, her poor nose is about to break!

Was Roman plucking mushrooms, as if he wanted to pull her nose off.

Teresa said Roman was, weirdos! Lunatic!

He usually behaves normally, but! He's still the one! All of a sudden! A bastard who turns his face and doesn't recognize people!

She lifted her booted leg and kicked it over, and the class heard the sound of kicking, comparable to the original picture of a horse stumbling and kicking a man.

Honansteen, with her head down, listened, and Tya Lulu, who was a little uneasy in her heart, listened, and Tate listened, and the whole class listened

"Ahem!"

Roman felt himself kicked off guard, and he let out a choked cough from his throat.

All he remembered was to let go of his hand, otherwise Teresa would have turned into a proboscis girl.

What happens next, just let it be.

Roman forcibly held back the sound he wanted to cough out, hell, how much force did Teresa use?

Did she think she was kicking the sack!?

Feeling himself kicked violently, Teresa looked hideous, and Roman looked weird.

Everyone heard Theresa's pair of tables and chairs at the same table slam violently, just when everyone sighed which person was so strong.

Roman let out a muffled cough, he covered his mouth and turned his back to Teresa and coughed desperately.

Who would have thought?

Who taught Teresa how to kick like this?

Kick the waist!

Damn it!

He's really fast now, crazy, Roman's eyes widened, and Honanstin looked at Roman's serious expression.

Honansteen realized that he might have to lower his head and not make eye contact with Roman, who had just been kicked.

Jonanstin lowered his head and opened his mouth to show his over-surprise.

As if anything was justified as long as Teresa did it, Honanstin didn't believe that anyone could communicate with Roman normally.

So Teresa with iron teeth and copper teeth appeared.

Listening to her barrage of cannonballs bombarding Roman, Honansteen felt that perhaps any truth had its limits.

Will there be a situation where Roman is kicked and the person is still out of the way?

Theresa conclusively conclusively "to exist is to be reasonable".

That's where Theresa makes sense, and Jonanstin ends up gossiping at the gossip.

Roman was kicked, and time shifted forward for a while, and Roman turned his back to them, and as usual they talked about innocuous topics.

Then, Teresa suddenly screamed, she said that she had surrendered, which was unusual, Teresa was usually the one who laughed and vomited blood.

Roman must have said something...... Or even what was done?

He had no intention of offending Roman.

Honansteen himself is just guessing.

The most intriguing thing is the words that Teresa continues to shout out next.

You devil!

Roman is indeed a devil, Honansteen admitted, nodding to himself.

Let go!

She seems to have shouted like this, so Roman must have done something terrible that Teresa, who is usually steady, yelled!

Roman had his back to them, and the whole class had no way of knowing, maybe what did their back table know?

In the end, Roman is kicked to the point where the whole class knows.

Roman was now facing them, taking a long breath to hold back his desire to cough his lungs out, and he almost clutched himself in the waist that he had been kicked hard.

The feeling of being kicked hard in the waist by a woman, Roman waited for himself to feel a little better, and then he looked up.

It's going crazy.

……

Charismatic Morgans has become uncharismatic......

Lanzerim and Shaw looked at the tavern that continued to languid, and Lanzerim sighed.

This month she was going to tighten her belt again, and she quietly tied her waistcoat a little tighter.

The days of poverty can be endured, she comforted herself.

Just as Lanzerim and Shaw take turns sighing for their livelihood.

The doorbell rang.

"Welcome ......"

Lanzerim raised her eyes and was about to shout a word of welcome, but she swallowed back the next sentence.

"A cup of agave, thank you."

Rarer, Lanzerim and Shaw exchanged glances.

Could it be that their turnover is growing ......

"Need lemon or salt?"

Shaw took out his wine glass, and the people who drank tequila were full of resentment.

Teresa shook her head, no, all no.

Shaw picked up the clamp and picked up the ice, raised his eyes and asked.

"Where's the ice?"

"No, it's cold today."

Shaw placed the glass in front of Teresa, who took a sip and didn't mean to leave the bar.

“…… Get up on the wrong side of the bed? ”

Teresa had a wooden face today, she took a sip of wine to ease her mood for the day, and Lanzerim gave her a push.

It's rare that Teresa actually showed her face to others, and she was now unhappy with it written all over her face.

"I want it too, give me some salt with tequila and ice."

Lanzerim actually smelled the smell of wine to relieve her sorrows from Teresa.

Xiao silently poured half a cup of agave into the cup with salt and put a piece of crushed ice into it.

"Tonight, if you don't get drunk, you won't go home."

Lanzerim and Theresa clink glasses, and Theresa seems to have a lot of resentment today.

Teresa finished drinking, shook her head, and shook out her mood with the rush of wine.

"It's been a long time since I've been so aggrieved."

The first thing Teresa said after ordering the wine, Lanzerim swallowed the wine and heard this nonsense

Theresa let out a long sigh with a wine glass in her hand, she hadn't lived so aggrieved for a long time, a woman like her who didn't take revenge and played tricks behind her back.

It's time to run.

Not only was Roman's nose pulled out today, but he also had to help him come here diligently, why?

"Wow......"

Lanzerim felt the tequila cold in her mouth, and when she swallowed it, the spicy taste came up, and she blinked her eyes and let out a sigh of emotion......

Incredible.

"Did I hear me right? Theresa, you're not a good match for grievances. ”

Lanzerim shook his glass.

"Damn ......"

She heard Theresa scold in a low voice, and Lanzerim glanced at Shaw, who made a gesture he didn't know about.

"Let's not talk about this for a while, I want to ask you about something, help a damn thing, I'm just asking casually for convenience."

Theresa rested her palm on her glass, motioning for Shaw not to follow up and refill her wine, and she ordered.

"Then let's talk about it, we ...... anyway"

Lanzerim looked around

"Business has been very sluggish lately, as you can see, we are in a panic."

Shaw nodded as he helped Lanzerim refill some wine.

"Glamour Morgans talks about the forced opening of the office."

Xiao applauded in response, maybe when people are extremely bored, they will always burst out with the light of self-entertainment.

"Well, I'll cut it short."

Teresa watched as Shaw began to pour himself wine, and it seemed that the tavern's business was so dismal that the bartenders were selling their own business.

"It seems like a week or two ago, or a few days ago I don't remember much, I went back to the dormitory early after school at noon, and I saw someone sneaking down from our dormitory in the middle of the mountain."

Teresa remembered very well that she had never seen that person, and it must not be someone in the class.

Coupled with what Roman said, the two pieces of information combined to say that the thieves had stolen Roman and Hornendine's house, and possibly someone else had been stolen as well.

Lanzerim and Shaw looked at each other for a moment, exchanging surprises with each other, some time ago they were still casually discussing pickpockets and their characteristics.

I didn't expect this information to be available so quickly.

"So you suspect it's a pickpocket."

Xiao drank it all, without even a superfluous expression, and it could be seen that he had been on the battlefield for a long time.

"I didn't say that, I just inquired for someone."

Theresa says she didn't mean that, but Shaw guessed Roman's intention.

"Do you want to add a little bit, you're really lucky, we've only recently been working on the characteristics of pickpockets."

Lanzerim took a slice of lemon in his mouth and said vaguely, you have wine, I have a story.

Theresa took the hand covering the cup away, and Shaw poured a little for her.