Omer's text reading speed is quite fast, and this speed seems to have improved slightly after the awakening of the bloodline, and it is not far from the real ten lines at a glance.

But even with this spare time, he had been staring at the letter for a minute.

If he was tempted or not, it was actually a moment, especially when he could actually guess who the 'nobleman' was.

Yayoi Akikawa.

The position is the chairman of the Central Traeson and the boss of the reins of Sunkawa.

For Omer, who had a rough idea of the names of most of the faculty and students at the academy, how well they were on each other, and even the general state of their family history, it was too easy to guess what the reins of Tsurukawa was doing for him.

It's her words, but it's really this picture that when it comes to horse racing, she will be enthusiastic and tolerant.

Omer was also a little flattered by this.

It's just that the trainer wasn't in his mind from the start, and even the horse racing girls could be seen as some kind of crossover.

The birth that is attached to the soul of an otherworldly racehorse can be described as the mildest kind of soul piercing.

It will not interfere with your memory, it will not force your spirit, and it will give you a talent far beyond ordinary people, the horse racing lady is like a god-given existence, but because of this, she will be given the name of the racing horse, and has an extraordinary obsession with speed and racing.

It's just that it's hard to say whether it's the influence of the racehorse soul or not.

After all, people also have the pursuit of limits.

Anyone with superhuman qualities will want to explore the limits of what they can do, not to mention that reality also provides you with an incomparably perfect stage.

Friendship, recognition, wealth, and glory are all on it, and it's hard for a horse racer to reject the Traeson Academy, and even harder for a horse racer to reject a track that seems to be tailor-made for you.

Then, having made their choice, they had to contend with the cursed fate of their souls—

- The defects of the physique, the unexpected illness, and even the profound Waterloo deeds that seem to be seared into the soul, it is these interfering influences from the otherworldly career that strengthen the otherworldly elements and destiny elements carried by the horse racing girl.

Even in this world where quantum entanglement has been proven that God does throw dice.

In the Jiemen District, cases involving horse racing mothers are also under the jurisdiction of the Security Bureaus of the two realms.

Prove that even if it's just a little bit, it's a traverser.

But they don't fall into the category of Omer's ideal goals.

It is only after he has become aware of his inertia in certain ways of thinking that Omer cannot deny that those beings have a profound influence on him and are difficult to let go.

Traeson is still in his area of interest.

But this invitation directly slaps the face trainer, and what he wants is for him to work.

Again, a familiar question: the difference in interests and work.

The job of a trainer is to be a father and a mother, then to be a coach, it is necessary to be a nutritionist, and in the end, if you can't do it well, you have to be a partner, and then you will become a businessman.

- Shhh

Ormer felt it was time for him to turn down the strange books, especially the anonymous membership forums.

There are always forums that dare to defy the world's condemnation and secretly complete the horse racing mother's pictures and strange books, but there seem to be a few real trainers in them, even if they are anonymous, they can't stop the professional theories from talking about it, so that while Omer took a lot of notes, he was also forced to read some strange creations that were easy to spoil his impression.

Ormo doesn't understand why someone would stuff serious training steps in the weird book, but it seems that there will always be such people in the world, and even in the 'non-existent memory', it is also proved that there was a painter in the other world who drew a series of drag racing red letters, and the ghs part is just average, but only when he draws the car, it is extremely detailed, which is amazing.

Come to think of it, maybe it's the dumplings that were specially wrapped for this dish of vinegar.

But that's a long way off.

Returning to his senses, Omer just pondered the letter.

I thought that although the mercenary profession was quite casual, and the time was all at his disposal, the trainer was not easy to say.

When you meet some independent horse racing girls with a good foundation, some of them are fish to touch, but when you meet some little girls with poor foundation and sticky, then you are Doraemon bound by her.

Although this Ma Niang can pick each other, and if you are not satisfied with the conflict, you can also terminate the contract, but it doesn't seem to be something that newcomers should think about.

- Even if the invitation seemed to skip the trainer's professional training, Omer could guess that there would still be training waiting for him in the past.

And then it's about the qualifications, which is very different from both the Dongyan District and the Far East District.

At that time, I was afraid that I didn't have much time to brush up on the prestige of the Two Realms Security Bureau and the traverser incident.

So that's a little more subtle.

He could see that there was a thirst for talent, and what he had learned might indeed be able to help.

Looking back on the years I have received incentives from this group and gambled for money, and I really have nothing in return except for the drink I have for a special week.

I wanted to save it for later, but now is the time to do something.

So he typed out the reply above.

Hold it off for a while, wait back to Earth to see if it is feasible to start your own business, and you can talk to Traison about it or not.

Since the invitation is written so carefully that it doesn't even care about identity, it must also consider the different situations brought about by different identities, right?

With that in mind, Omer exited the email, glanced at the time, and re-pulled up 'Morrison. Linton's volume of this program.

There was still some time before he landed on the escort ship, and he planned to check the status of the mercenary industry in the boundary gate area, and then learn about the application rules of the independent firm.

Of course, the adoptive father's advice as a practitioner is indispensable.

But because he had muted Morrison when he replied to the letter before, the vampire was even more noisy than before, and it was useless.

So Ormo turned on the music app again and turned up the volume to cover the words in his ears: 'You're going to go down this road eventually!' 's mocking words.

Let him call first... Listening to his pretended rampant laughter, Omer's heart did not fluctuate, and he even envied this guy's optimistic vitality.

He only felt that he needed to be busy now, as if he had returned to the early days of coming to the Boundary Gate District with his adoptive father.

At that time, for Morrison, it was just a dull homecoming, piggybacking on a 'specialty'.

But for Omer, he had to have the courage to embrace a new environment, a new human connection, and a new set of difficulties.

- The man who has zero self-care ability is a big problem in itself, especially since he takes everything for granted, which makes his efforts difficult.

Who would have thought that after that man changed into this appearance, he would still have to face so many problems.

The world often says that this is an adult's trouble, and thinking of this, Omer's vision moved to the corner and glanced at Morrison, who was still talking.

Oh, adults.

Just squeeze and squeeze adults these days.

Ready to give the vampire a taste of what a more conceptual vampire would look like, Omer, despite the fact that he had scolded such a vampire with Morrison before.

In less than a day, man has become his own hate.

He also sighed at this, and took the opportunity to confirm the rest of the time, and got up and began to count the items.

Prepare the queue in front of the escort aircraft.

It's time to go home.

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After passing the second security check and identity confirmation, and receiving the lightweight suitcase from the surprised staff, Omer boarded the Stargate escort plane again, and his heart was somewhat complicated.

The short return removed the strangeness, but the passengers beside him were strange enough.

When the shield is turned on, Morrison should honestly retreat to the cyber security zone or log directly into the game, and wait for Omer to land before calling him.

As a result, he felt a lot quieter suddenly, making him consider whether to open the music software when he put on the inhibition device again.

Come to think of it, forget it.

The sense of stargate teleportation is extremely fast, and compressing the music into that shape feels like a subtle noise.

So he sat down honestly, and although he was a little tired, he still didn't choose Morrison's blindfold to cover his head, and slept peacefully.

Regardless of the exact time of the stargate teleportation, Omer rejects the experience of falling asleep alone on a vehicle.

It's both insecure and inconvenient – for example, being woken up from oversleep and finding yourself alone in the carriage, cabin, or more unfortunate – with or without anyone else, the flight attendant tells you you've missed the stop.

Omer rejects that unfolding, so this time he's still awake as well.

Wait for the stargate to be ready, wait for the slight vibration from the cabin, wait for the escort plane to fly in the stargate, wait for a passing cherry 'meteor' - wait a while!? I didn't wait for this!!

At a glance at the dragon-like figure, with the armor style of the Far East, similar to the Yu-Gi-Oh Katu that Bi Ze once showed him, but the size was extremely large, Omer's first reaction was to wonder if the suppression device was wrong.

Illusion or reality didn't need to be considered at all, the escort ship had been affected by the other party's close whizzing past, and words to reassure the passengers who did not know the truth began to be broadcast on the radio, and countless passengers lay down in peace again, while Ormer was still staring in the direction of the ceiling.

His 'vision' was still the same, and he could see the figure that flashed by and became farther and farther away.

The massive creature armor looked rather awkward, and the shattered and blackened armor combined with the flash of speed made it seem like he was running for his life, and the small starship that immediately crossed Ormer's field of vision confirmed Ormer's suspicion.

This is a chase battle through the Chrono Network.

The extreme speed of the two sides was like two chasing meteors, and they disappeared from Omer's vision in an instant.

But the astonishing image remained in Omer's memory, and he called it up for a more detailed observation.

The former's shape is the same as that of the one called "Kusha Nuwei Clan. Alexhart] The image of the Yu-Gi-Oh card is eight points similar, but it has an obvious large and inhuman texture, and it can almost be guessed that it is a biological armor created directly as a prototype of the appearance.

The latter is a small, heavily armed starship, which means that it is very short but can escape with the former, and Omer can see many doorways from the external armament, but he simply does not see the flag it belongs to.

Only a few lines of what appears to be part of the logo can be seen in the engine vent behind it.

The perspective is too bad...

Closing his eyes and examining his memory video, slowing down several rounds frame by frame, Omer couldn't get information from that small part of the line, on the other hand, the starship's exterior model was also enough for the general public, and he couldn't get a decent harvest.

Maybe I'll see it on the news in a while... When he reopened his eyes, he saw that the passengers had gotten up, and Omer also took off the restraint device on his head, looked at it delicately for a few times, put it down, and got up to change his clothes.

I'm going back to the boundary gate area, the problem of the suppressor and what I have seen and heard, don't think about it.

At the moment, all he could think of was:

Ha ha! i'm Earthlings! I can't stay in this place in the City of Heavenly Gate for a second!