[Training log: 612, 6/29, fine

Horse Racing Lady Mipo Bourbon: Confirm its "cursed" nature, and the psychological factors when using electrical appliances cause the source energy to get out of control.

Strengthen skills training.

Note: Under mental tension, it is easy to be guided to pay attention and increase the proportion of concentration in practice

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Horse Racing Lady Manchester City Café: Focus on the planning of corner training and the training of the final foot explosion.

Notes: The Obstructive Nature has a high level of Source Energy

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Horse Racing Lady Ellie Suzi: The proportion of endurance training will be adjusted again, and it will be considered to force her to follow up the morning exercise session in Bourbon.

Note: Corners are very talented and can be used as a case study for café training.

The young man tapped on the different remarks page, and when the record was finished, he flipped through the previous record again, looking like he had a headache, so much so that he raised his hand to support his forehead.

Notice that this is a rookie trainer who is training three racers at the same time, as well as making up for weaknesses and even deficiencies - the change in his expression .jpg

Even the training and compensation have not yet begun, it is just a summary of the problems.

But with his power of action, it was also obvious that he would spend his time late at night on these documents.

But why is it late at night?

As a mercenary, he doesn't have any commissions to deal with at the moment.

As a trainer, his job is undoubtedly what's on that screen.

What else else could he do that could be above the axe of the training plan?

It was, of course, the phone call during the day.

Because of that phone call, Omerde sacrificed his free night time to arrive alone in a place like the Outer Lands of the Boundary Gate.

[Passengers, the sculpture impression station has arrived]

The sound of the announcement echoed, causing Aumer to drop his hand, stand up, and walk down the door that opened automatically.

Perhaps in response to the phrase 'the perpetrator will eventually return to his crime scene to admire the masterpiece', the 'merchant' gave a meeting place not far from the sculpture impression museum.

Instead of riding a motorcycle, Omer took the shuttle and then walked.

Even when he looked up, he could see the art museum in the distance, and next to him was the usual partition board on the construction site.

Of course, the partition has nothing to do with yesterday's events.

All the destruction yesterday took place in the Alienation Enchantment, and the reality was not hindered, and the construction here was the construction that was planned for the original development.

The Exotic Sculpture Gallery is located on the edge of a special art district, and Omer is located on the edge of the edge.

You can see the long overgrown and untended slopes, and you can see the flickering streetlights struggling with poorly connected circuits.

At this time, Ormo can slap the pole and pour into the voltage amplification that can be done through the basic lightning method without the assistance of the King of Eyre card, so that it can be stabilized for a short time.

But what's the point?

Poorly connected circuits won't be repaired, and there are many such street lamps that go unheeded, allowing darkness to grow silently.

This is the kind of place where there are many exotic places.

Wealth has never arrived here, prosperity has never come here, not even the lights of the tall stadium that are brightly lit.

Only half-lit night lights hang on the side of the road, adding a bit of soil for the development of supernatural stories to the already dark realm.

But the good news is that this is not the end, it is just the road to the end.

So where does it end?

Omer glanced at the navigation on the electronic map, and turned his head to look at the old buildings that were too far away from the direction of the sculpture gallery, and could faintly hear some disturbing voices.

That kind of end reminded him of the place he had been not long ago when he was investigating the negative energy monster.

The same dilapidation, with the shadow of decay and oldness.

There will also be various gang clusters.

Of course he wouldn't like that place, but it was a good place to harbor criminals.

"I'll turn it off next, okay?" He said softly.

"Be cautious, just send back a copy of the memory data," the response came from the communication on the screen that was remarked as the executor, "Morrison, you too, even if you are banned by your adopted son and turn off the screen and don't let you see anything, you have to come to the security bureau to report." ”

"Fuck, why do you default that I'm going to be silenced and blindfolded by this bunny!"

The electronic vampire was indignant, but apparently didn't have the courage to cross the network cable and fight the executor.

However, their tone was a bit casual with acquaintances, to which Omer did not comment.

He just immediately banned Morrison, and then asked the executor:

"Did you notify Rhode Island?"

"Until the true neutrality of the Church of Origin is confirmed, Rhode Island's right to know is only embodied in Kingsley. Moore's whereabouts were obtained. ”

"In other words, it's still possible for me to be chatting with him and being kicked by several operators?"

"Mao Sui self-recommendation should always have some of his own skills."

"Although this is the truth, this statement ......" Ormer re-raised the volume of Morrison's .exe synthesizer, dragged the executor's call logo in front of the electronic vampire icon, and said coldly:

"Morrison, scold him!"

"Fuck you little bunny!"

It's broken, and Takuma Geko is backlashing.

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Kingsley. Moore is an Elf.

He is also a business elf.

is still an elf who doesn't care about a vegetarian diet.

It's an elf who has a lot of fun in the steel jungle.

In his eighty-six years of life, he has always faced the stereotypes of alien races, and has seen the so-called traditional and anti-traditional transformation, but there is no doubt that he is keen on a kind of free creativity.

Flexible thinking and free value scales are the qualities that should be necessary for a businessman, and they are also what he is proud of.

With this, he can always make a comeback.

With this, he often ends up in a dead end.

When you are on the established path, you always want to open up a new path, and if you are unlucky, it will be a dead end.

But he is very open-minded about it:

As long as it doesn't die, there's always a chance to get it back.

Just like yesterday, he thought it was a failed attempt, but fortunately, with the help of his companions from the Hall of Return, he still had a chance to redeem it.

He also had reserves to go back into business, and at the same time, the name of Omer. Linton's mercenaries also gave him new value.

The unbelievable fit of the monster cards alone is enough for the 'merchants' to regard as a valuable commodity, not to mention that the other party has also demonstrated a further value - that is, the actual combat performance on the battlefield.

Kingsley had never considered himself a warrior, but the mercenary had the qualifications of a warrior.

Of course, more importantly, he still holds his property in his hands.

It doesn't matter if someone else makes a fortune, as long as you find a way to make the other party create more value——— with such an idea, he will definitely not let the other party go!

And the specific measure is not only to take over the task of tempting and inviting the other party to join the Hall of Return, but also to cooperate directly with the other party.

He believed that the other party would accept it.

A mercenary, young, with the power of a monster that can make people quite emotional, and just starting a business-

- There was no reason for him to refuse the lucrative offer he had offered.

So, when the other party called in the evening, gave a definite answer and asked if they wanted to meet, he also gave a crisp answer.

Meet?

See you of course!

Compared with the agreement on the Internet, the contract ceremony on paper with the coercive force of source energy is really reassuring to him.

This is the only tradition he has as an elf.

And such a contract is being put on the table by him, and it is still stained with some oil and green onions.

This is the meeting place he announced.

A roadside barbecue stall on the side of the road in the downtown area.

Thank you Yun Tuu, the real gluttonous Yuyuko for the reward.

Thanks thanks!

(End of chapter)