Chapter 1141: Trust and Misunderstanding

"Hey, it's just the right time, I just happened to want to find you. Before he could speak, Garcia's voice came from the other side.

"Uh, what's the matter?"

"The phone said that it was inconvenient, so it was good to come to my room. You've only been out of bed for a short time anyway, have you?"

Through the earpiece, Roland could feel the aura of contempt coming from the other party, as if lying in bed was a heinous act for a martial artist.

"Alright then," he thought for a moment, deciding that he might as well go to 0827 to find out the wind first, and in case Garcia was in a bad mood, he could choose to talk another day.

Hanging up, Roland ordered the three witches to wait in the living room for a moment, and then one came to the door of 0827.

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

Roland pushed the door 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. With her long wet gray hair spilling down her shoulders, fine beads of sweat still hanging on the tip of her nose, and a pair of cartoon flip-flops under her feet, she doesn't look like a serious martial artist at all, but more like an ordinary college student enjoying the summer vacation, "What do you want to drink? ā€

Also, Garcia's actual age is not much different from himself, at most two or three years old, he thought to himself. If I hadn't been set up by the dream world as a landlord who dropped out of school halfway, worked in a bar and lost my job, and was extremely depressed, I would still be in school now.

"Coke. Roland said casually, "You just finished exercising in the morning?"

"You think they're all as lazy as you are?"

He froze slightly, obviously he was so defenseless, but he still spoke the same as when he first met, as if he was uncomfortable without sarcasm, and it was a miracle that he could live peacefully until now.

But after knowing each other for so long, at least one thing Roland can be sure of, that is, the other party's mood at the moment is not bad or even good.

Does it have something to do with what she's going to say?

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

"It seems like I'm talking about Coke," Roland raised an eyebrow.

"If you don't have a morning exercise, drink less sugary drinks. As if suppressing a smile, she said solemnly, "The evolution of the force of nature has nothing to do with body size, even people who look thin can burst out with great strength. This also means that it can't help you reshape your body, so if you want to compete on stage in the future, it's better to pay attention. A well-proportioned martial artist is always more popular than an obese martial artist. ā€

In that case, don't you list this option!" Roland rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "So what? You didn't just call me here to talk about my figure, right? And as I said, whether it's a celebrity martial artist or a martial arts tournament or something, I'm not interested at all, eradicating evil and protecting the world This kind of thing only needs to be carried, not famous, just let me be an unknown guardian." ā€

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

"Incredible" Garcia's voice suddenly lowered a lot, she looked at Roland and said slowly, "I thought it was the most impossible for this to come out of your mouth Of course, the master once taught me not to look at what a person says, but to see how a person does it." If I hadn't known what you had done, I would have regarded it as a shameless boast, but it turned out to be true. ā€

Roland naturally understood what the other party was saying.

Ever since he had tasted the sweetness of the Raiders, he and the Witches of Tachira had begun a cleansing of the city's hidden low-class Demons.

During the day, Farti and others search and locate, and at night, he and the Battle Witch solve opponents, in addition to harvesting the mutated power of nature, they can often get a lot of extra income. In order to avoid being noticed, he would only take some cash or unidentified property, while occasionally handing over some of the forces of nature to the Martial Arts Association.

After all, the association is also monitoring the movements of the fallen demons, and if they find that a large number of fallen demons have died inexplicably, and the force of nature is missing, they are afraid that it will cause a round of shock, and it will be troublesome to involve him at that time. Therefore, it is more prudent to take the initiative to cede some of the targets that have obviously been exposed.

He was also the most active in receiving wanted warrants and erosion commissions from the Society, and according to Garcia, he was the one who had the most fights with the Fallen Demons among the newcomers, even more than many of the full members. And there is intelligence that the Demon Fallen has become aware of the appearance of a powerful enemy and is trying to find out his identity and whereabouts.

In other words, he threw a stone that was enough to stir up ripples among the upper echelons of Prism City and the group of demon fallen, but he was not well-known among ordinary martial artists and the general public. If Garcia hadn't been the guide in the area, and Roland would have had to contact her whenever he wanted to hand over the Force of Nature, she wouldn't have known about what he had done.

"Ahem," Roland cleared his throat, "isn't that the duty of a martial artist?"

"That's right," Garcia chuckled, "that's 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 full member of the Martial Arts Association, this is a new contract sent today, and it will take effect by signing your name." ā€

"I remember that I was able to become a full member by solving an erosion incident on my own, but now I have completed not ten tasks but eight, and the administrative efficiency of Prism City is really low enough. Roland pouted and signed his name at the end of the contract.

"Because the Martial Arts Association is an international organization. ā€

"So I'm like you now?"

"No," Garcia shook her head, pushing the other little notebook over, "above me, to be exact." ā€

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

"Hunting license. She put away her smile and said word by word, "It is only awarded to those who have an outstanding talent for combat and are determined to fight evil." There are no more than ten martial artists in this city, and there are only about a hundred licenses issued by Prism City. As for its use and precautions, it is written at the end of the book, remember, it is not only the trust of the association to you, but also represents a greater responsibility, I hope you can persevere on this path until humanity achieves the ultimate victory. ā€

Is this what she is happy about?

Being surpassed by the newcomers she has recruited, ordinary people may feel lost, jealous, resentful, etc., but in Garcia's eyes, she can't see these negative emotions at all, and she is happy from the bottom of her heart, as if she has won this honor herself.

This made Roland faintly worried.

Garcia's perception of him is at its highest point right now, but the more this happens, the more pressure there is on that expectation. He knew that the other party was indifferent on the surface, but he had a great sense of justice in his heart, otherwise he would not have helped the residents of the tube building to resist the forced demolition of the Shamrock Group. When he thought about the misunderstanding that might have arisen later, he felt that his head was incomparably bigger.

"By the way, why did you call me before?" Garcia took a sip of tea pleasantly, "I'm done with everything I'm going to explain, you can't have predicted this in advance when you came to me, right?"

"Well, there is something," Roland said stiffly, "can you go to my room?"

Garcia glanced at him suspiciously, "It's fine, but can't you say it here?"

"You'll find out when you come. ā€

"Okay. ā€

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

Walking into the living room, the three witches immediately turned their sparkling gazes on him.

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

"You've really taken this step!" Garcia stood at the door dumbfounded, "Oh my God, they're still kids, I—I'm going to call the police!"