"What are you bothering about? My contractor. ”

"I should have said that our cooperation was limited to the collation of information."

"Of course, but it seems to me that there should be some minor conflicts in the middle of the treaty, right? For example, how to establish a connection with the Dark Emblem in a state where there is no communication. ”

“… Do you really need to evolve? Witchmon, or witchmon. ”

"You know me?"

"I don't know, but thanks to the fact that you're a humanoid Digimon, your human-like actions reveal a lot of information."

“…… Ha, give me the job, there is something to contact. ”

"As it should be."

——

"Master, did you have some kind of lucky event?"

Early the next morning, Omer, who was spreading an omelette in the kitchen, faced such a problem.

There is no need to ask too many questions, and the clear way of speaking is enough to reveal the identity of the questioner.

Meipu Bourbon, a horse racing lady who never misses morning exercises.

Although there are many residents in the office, there is only one who wakes up early.

Eili's routine depends on how well the experiment goes smoothly, and Akane Shinjo doesn't stop her from staying up late regardless of whether the experiment goes smoothly or not.

Experiments or games - she never goes to bed early, and breakfast is not for her.

And Manchester City Tea House is a horse lady who enjoys the night.

I like to run at night, I like coffee, and I also sleep late, but I can catch up with the meal time with the help of an alarm clock.

Note here that it's meal time.

Always step on the point.

So while Ormo was busy working in the kitchen, she was probably still confused in the mirror.

The students of the séance department looked in the mirror, and they didn't mention what kind of supernatural picture it was, at least it wouldn't appear at this moment.

As for the Sunday tranquility that has a chance to be brushed out... At least not to ask yourself that.

"It's not so much a lucky event as a result that I've created." He turned his head to look at her expressionless face, knowing that his own face had a similar look.

But he also knew a lot about the child under him, and he knew the other party's unreasonable aura, so it was not surprising that she could see something.

It is worth mentioning that the intuition in Ormer's eyes is a kind of rapid processing judgment based on the synthesis of experience, and this intuition is more organized than the whimsical of spiritual sense.

It's like he's confronting the poker face of the Bourbon, and he draws conclusions about his mood by reading the subtle micro-expressions.

And Bourbon's calm demeanor in the face of Omer's idle demeanor is not a mechanical logical judgment, but only a feeling.

A more spiritually oriented intuition.

I can't tell, I don't know the way, but it does exist.

"There are not many lucky favors, and happiness is more about creating oneself."

"Does the Master want me to tell Rice?"

"Tell her when you find a time," Omer turned over the egg in the frying pan, "and simple words will not only not have an effect, but will have the opposite effect. ”

"But if you find a moment to make your words more convincing, you may be able to remember them for the rest of her life."

"Timing?" Bourbon asked, she was standing on the side, with an induction cooker in front and a refrigerator behind, and she wanted to raise her hand and retract it.

Regarding the curse of the electrical killer, the current plan is to arrange an itinerary that will be confirmed by the god's blessing class in two days.

Local angels, angels from other places, and angels from other worlds can probably see something about the abnormality of fate.

"For example, if you can strengthen the power of your voice, this action is best set an example for her," Omer said, as he set the plate, instructing his girls on how to win down their friends who are inferior and autistic, glancing at the light screen on the side, and continued, "The power of words is pale most of the time, but it can also take advantage of it. ”

"Take the opportunity, take the occasion."

As he spoke, he remembered the gray-haired girl who had been in contact with him since they parted in the exhibition hall.

She is really witty, she understands the power of words, and she can't take advantage of opportunities and occasions.

It is also about the past, some people always babble about those vulgar stories, and they have no success except to annoy people, but there are also people who can describe the same story with ups and downs and fascinating.

This is the talent of storytelling, and it is also the talent of 'speaking', the core of which is 'revealing' and 'disguising'.

Disguise can create suspense, but also to choose and emphasize what you want to show, and give charm to words.

Even a mediocre story can be made mysterious by this skill.

The 'Fuchu Racecourse four years ago' mentioned by Zhen Jiling undoubtedly aroused Omer's doubts and attention, and he could remember a lot if he did not talk about direct contact but indirect communication, after all, on the day of the spring imperial reward, he surfed the Internet and chatted with many people, and also posted Umastagram updates.

But among all of them, which one could have anything to do with the real machine or 'Karen', he still had doubts and lacked clues.

This point is not pressed for the time being, all he wants to express at the moment is that Fu Mei itself does not necessarily have to be talking about it.

You can also go beyond the words – in an eerie setting, for example, and even if your horror story is short and boring, it can still cause unease.

Timing and occasion are particularly important.

"The target of words is the soul, and the right scene and the right atmosphere have a profound impact on the soul, and as a Far Easterner, you should understand this better than me."

"Search Judgment: 'Air'?" Bourbon asked dumbfoundedly.

It may be difficult for a cyberhorse to read the air, but that is not a reason to retreat, because she has a friend who needs to be taken care of.

"Exactly."

Omer said, glancing at the small amount of time projected above the bread machine, then repeating the omelette process again, and occasionally tending to the noodles in the pot next to him.

When the café didn't come to help, and the Bourbon needed him to take it easy, he was so busy that he had to use the mage's hand to handle the preparation of the meat dumplings and fried fritters.

But fortunately, breakfast preparation is easier than lunch and dinner, and the more important thing for the horse racing lady is to make carbs.

Not far away, the large-capacity instrument is still waiting for the operation of the porridge cooking module to end.

Unfortunately, the pickles were not self-sufficient in a hurry, so they had to buy them from outside first, which could have been done by Bourbon.

"As much as I don't like the culture, there's no denying that it's just going a little extreme."

Omer said, turning his head to look at the Bourbon, which was squeezing and encapsulating: "The basic theory of cultural development is always the same, and the concept of 'atmosphere' is something that cannot be avoided in people's interactions, both in the East and the West. ”

"Confirm that the task log is written, and the difficulty is assessed [professional]."

"It doesn't matter if you're not an expert, I believe that even if it's just Hard, your intuition can find a shortcut for you."

"Of course, when the pickles are finished, go and call the speed with the teahouse, and drag it hard, so that she can eat breakfast and continue to sleep."

"Okay, but what about Miss Akane?"

"It's a trainer's job to ensure the stability of your three meals, and Xinjo doesn't need to be on the field, of course, she does have stomach problems like this, you can try to call her, just forget if you can't wake up."

"Yes, Master, then, Mapp Bourbon, get ready to attack."

"You don't have to take it that seriously..."

Seeing the girl quickly run out of the kitchen after simply washing her hands, Omer's words obviously couldn't keep up with her.

But Ma Niang's hearing has never been bad, just as he can hear the footsteps of the café as he walks down the stairs, Bourbon can still hear his dissuasion.

But the unchanged cadence apparently didn't listen.

So the power of words pales.

This kind of weak dissuasion is better than spending a little money to lay a floor on the office, and then stipulating that the floor is not allowed to be destroyed to limit the actions of the residents of the horse race.

Then let them go......

Thinking that there would be no accidents if the floor was really laid, and there would be no reason to point fingers at the girls, so Omer gave up quickly.

Then, in the kitchen where I was alone, I sorted out the fingering in the light screen a little bit.

"There's an interesting group of demons, Contractors."

"Didn't you say you would contact you again if you had something?"

Busy with the preparation of the dishes, but it does not prevent you from glancing at the witch beast in the light screen that is not Q version, but also has reduced the proportions of its body.

Omer glanced at Morrison, who was very quiet next to him, and didn't know whether to lament that there were more desktop pets, or whether to lament that Morrison was actually quite serious when strangers were around.

Even the style of painting is not Q version.。

But the handsome face that seems to haunt the otome manga doesn't seem to fit the aesthetics of the witch beast, probably because it reminds me of the vampire monster.

At the moment, she and Morrison each occupy one side of the screen, and they look quite a bit of Chu River and Han world.

But everyone knows who wins the fight.

"And it's not a demon, but in terms of the content of the work, I'm the ...... the demon."

The trainer is for the horse racing girl, the former also includes the functions of coaches, nutritionists, relatives and friends, etc., to put it bluntly, the trainer is working in the college, and the horse racing mother is more important in terms of priority and secondary.

However, in terms of industry demand, trainers are in short supply.

"Hah, is that so?"

"Don't laugh, according to this calculation, you are also my demon."

Omer grimaced the part-time food chain, and the witch beast didn't care at all, "Aren't we an equal contract?" I'm here to get paid. ”

"Are you really going to evolve?" Omer frowned, "Aren't you able to evolve on your own?" ”

"There must always be a symbolic reward for the contract to be truly established." The witch with heavy makeup grinned at the corners of her mouth that were too narrow.

The enchanting and strange appearance that encompasses the etymology of witches and witches reminds Omer of the Dongshang Revolution.

The little witch longed for the appearance of a powerful and mature witch, and I don't know what to say of the witch beast.

Although witches and witches are inseparable from each other in terms of cultural roots, in terms of performance, the evaluation of the little witch is probably only half and half, right?

The same is true of Omer's attitude towards this.

"With such a focus on contracts, you might as well evolve into a female demon."

The evil effects caused by witches are still somewhat pleasing to the eye, and the witch's strange performance can only be said to be far from the general aesthetic.

Overly gaudy lipstick and eye makeup always make him want the other party to remove his makeup.

At least change a little plain, it is easier to show the beauty of the other party's appearance base.

But the appearance of Digimon has always been the same, and as Ami Aiwa knows, the measurements of Celestial Maidenmon are probably suitable for most Celestial Maidens, and it is extremely difficult for them to do some individual differences, even if it is just a change in stature.

Most of the time, they are like replicas, and there is no difference in temperament.

If there were any obvious big changes, it would probably be directly defined as a new subspecies-like race, such as the difference between Tyrannosaurus and Earth Tyrannosaurus, only in the appearance of the iron-like muscles and more combative changes, as well as the upgraded skills in the process.

Witch beasts that don't wear heavy makeup, and if you study and improve one or two new skills, it's probably time to change your name to a new category.

"Oh, isn't that what you need to do with the contractor?"

"If you just want to get back a city, that's almost enough, have I got the information I asked you to put together?"

"Of course... Not yet, at least half a day, right? The digestion of that data. ”

"Digestion? I want you to focus on categorizing instead of eating codes you haven't learned. ”

"Whenever this happens, I can't help but feel that it's so convenient to communicate with you."

"And at this time, your expression doesn't look so happy."

"I don't deny it, and the witch's little secret doesn't want to be discovered, don't you think?"

"Admittedly, but I think it may not be a psychic barrier in the broad sense, just because of the direction you see in me."

"It's boring, I'll go back and sort out the data."

"Looks like I won't get a chance to invite you to dinner, Miss Witch."

Hearing this, the witch beast turned back before stepping into the data slit, its large, cat-pupil-like blue eyes glaring at him fiercely.

And he just smiled and waved his hand, and watched it go away.

Happy Lantern Festival!