Luo Er endured the discomfort and carefully inspected the licking dog's body.
There doesn't appear to be any scars.
"Did you say something excessive to it, causing it to commit suicide?"
Luo Er asked the little donkey again.
The little donkey glared at him angrily, and then hit his chest with his head in protest.
Then, with a look of sympathy and pity in its big eyes, it slowly walked to the licking dog and let out a few sad growls from its mouth.
Licking Dog took one last look at it, then closed his eyes and walked away very peacefully.
Then, its corpse quickly weathered into a puddle of gray-black residue, becoming the nutrients of this grassland just like other dead monsters.
"Oh, it's so tragic to be reduced to ashes and no body left intact..."
Luo Er also let out a sigh of relief, a bit like the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox dying.
When he was still young and still on Earth, he tried to pursue the goddess in his class.
As for the ending...
Three-dimensional women are all pig hooves!
It’s better to be my wife on the phone!
When he came to this world, although he divorced his shipgirl wife, Valkyrie wife, and operator wife, he was exposed to more interesting swordsmanship.
Are you kidding? How can women have fun with swordsmanship?
What's more, he later picked up a cute, sensible and obedient daughter.
"Fortunately, I already have a daughter, so I don't need to lick women anymore."
Luo Er whispered, rubbed the little donkey's head, and together they held a minute's silence for the licking dog who helped lead the way.
Later, Rolle rode a donkey to the hospital to visit the patient and mentioned the matter in passing.
Oriana sat on the bed, hugged her legs with her hands, and rested her face on her knees. She tilted her head slightly, smiled sweetly, looked at Roel longingly, and listened quietly to what he said, her beautiful face slightly smiling.
reddish.
It's not that she's shy, it's that she's feeling stuffy. This position is a bit hard for her, too crowded...
But this posture is very cute, with a little girl-like innocence, which can give her a feeling of love and make her heart beat faster.
After hearing Luo Er talk about the consequences of dog licking, she also suppressed her smile and expressed sympathy.
"I have heard before that the aliens have a secret method for taming such monsters, but since they dare to tame such a dangerous thing, they must have emergency measures, similar to remote curses, right?"
"The spy lost his hound and activated this curse to kill it remotely."
Luo Er sighed, slapped his thigh, and said:
"It's a pity that we couldn't catch the guy and let him escape."
"But...why do you know so much? Are you really just a physical education teacher?"
He suddenly asked again.
"Of course not..."
Oriana said dumbfounded.
She never said that she was a physical education teacher, it was Luo Er who was talking to himself.
"My true identity is a professor of the history department of the First College. I am also a history scholar certified by the Scholars Association. I have relevant documents."
She did not tell Rohr that she was also the Saint of Fire and that her family was the largest publisher in the empire.
Because the rank and the title of saint are meaningless to a strong man like Rohr, and the power and financial resources of the family will make the love between the two deteriorate and become less pure.
She hoped that Rohr would like herself as Oriana, not Elena, the Saint of Fire.
Luo Er did not doubt her statement, nodded and said:
"So you are a history teacher. No wonder you know so much. I saw that your swordsmanship was pretty good before. I always thought you were a physical education teacher."
Historians in this world are obviously not the same profession as those on earth. After all, archeology involves various extraordinary events, and it is normal to know more.
Speaking of which, Oriana teaches history, and her daughter studies history. Oriana’s swordsmanship is good, and her daughter’s swordsmanship is also very good...
Orianna posts with her daughter?
Rolle shook his head, getting rid of this strange thought.
After chatting with Oriana for a while, he said goodbye and left to visit Anya in the next ward.
By the way, I found Anya's butler Odo and asked him to help inform the Speaker of his decision.
As soon as she saw him walking into the ward, Anya smiled and said hello, but the housekeeper who disappeared yesterday and reappeared today lowered her head and did not dare to look at him, looking very guilty.
In fact, he didn't want to show up today, for fear that Rohr would blame him for revealing his secret and stab him to death with a sword.
If the speaker hadn't personally told him that he had a pleasant conversation with Rohr yesterday and believed that Rohr would accept his invitation, he would have even planned to hide for a few more days.
But just as the Speaker said, Rohr did not embarrass him and said with a smile:
"Please tell Mr. Speaker that I am willing to accept his invitation."
"Ah! That's great!"
The butler immediately showed a relieved expression.
"The Speaker also thinks that you will accept it, and has made various preparations in advance."
prepare in advance?
Doesn’t it feel like an imperial decision or an internal decision?
Luo Er couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
"Mr. Rolle, please come with me."
The butler said goodbye to Anya, took Rolle on the steam car, and walked through the streets and alleys, finally arriving at an old city.
It is close to the city center and not far from the Imperial Clock Tower, but the surrounding streets and buildings are quite dilapidated. It should be a remnant of the old city from the past, but it did not catch up with the subsequent renovations and became a historical problem.
Along the way, while driving, the housekeeper talked about a few things about the Gray Ghost Organization in a chatty tone.
For example, this organization was actually a placement department for disabled soldiers in its earliest days. It arranged for some disabled veterans to perform some simple clerical jobs so that they could support their families.
Naturally, the name at that time was not Gray Ghost.
Later, with the rapid development of magic engineering, especially after the imperial spies recruited a group of craftsmen and scholars from the barbarians, magic prosthetics, a great invention to save the disabled, were born, allowing the disabled to behave like normal people.
Activity.
However, the cost of magic prosthetics at that time was too high for ordinary people to use, so the empire usually paid for them to be installed for disabled soldiers who had made significant military exploits.
Then a certain minister suddenly came up with the idea that these retired soldiers with prosthetic limbs were all elites and leaders. It would be a waste of manpower and financial resources to retire them, but it would be a bit unkind to send them back to the battlefield...
So the Gray Ghost, a secret service agency exclusive to the royal family, was established.
At that time, the people inside were basically composed of veterans equipped with new types of prosthetics. They were all elites who were strong, brave and adept at fighting, and extremely loyal to the royal family.
When new people are recruited later, they tend to tend to this type of people. At the expense of free prosthetic limbs, they recruit those who are physically disabled and strong-willed.
Today, although this organization has lost its former glory, the tradition of giving priority to recruiting disabled people equipped with new prosthetics has been preserved and has become a symbol and symbol of them.
That's why the instructors and group leaders saw Rolle's left hand and wondered if he had become a gray skin.
Although this operation sounds quite reasonable and can be regarded as the maximum utilization of human resources, Luo Er always feels a little uncomfortable after listening to it.
I originally thought that I was here to be the leader of the secret service, but when I thought about it, I was quite capable, but it turned out that I was the president of the ***** Association of the Disabled Persons' Federation? All of them were disabled people...
When I think about my Broken Blade Swordsman Corps now being a semi-disabled Swordsman Corps, and taking over this kind of work again, I feel very wrong...
After the butler finished speaking, the steam car stopped next to a flea market, and then he took Rolle into a dilapidated small building next to it. There was a faded sign hanging at the door:
"New Life Housekeeping Service Company"
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a few people wearing sunglasses sitting at the table pasting matchboxes, and some people were weaving flower baskets next to them.
It’s full of re-employment for disabled people.
The housekeeper took Rohr to a warehouse in the building filled with matchboxes and flower baskets, and then turned on a switch on the wall that looked like an electric switch.
The floor of the warehouse shook slightly, revealing a dark hole with a spiral staircase inside.
"The conditions are not very good. They are all old buildings from decades ago, but they are better than being hidden enough."
"To confront powerful scholars, being secretive and low-key is necessary."
The housekeeper smiled apologetically, picked up a flashlight, and led Rolle into the hole in the ground. The floor above his head automatically closed again.
At the end of the spiral staircase is a long and narrow corridor, with bright incandescent lamps hanging on the walls on the left and right, illuminating the surroundings brightly, and the constant noise of a high-power ventilation fan can be heard.
It really feels like a secret underground base, much more professional than the one dug out by the Guangfu Sect.
But it still deviates greatly from Rohr's ideal painting style...
The workplace he imagined should be in a remote but beautiful suburb, an office building with a low-key appearance but various high-tech interiors. Sitting at the door was a young and beautiful man with a standard professionalism.
A smiling front desk lady wearing a short skirt and black stockings.
It shouldn't be like now, nestled in the basement of a warehouse, with a few blind men pasting matchboxes sitting outside.
But...it’s already here, so what can we do?
A man who looked about the same age as Rohr, but had a more refined temperament, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looked like an intellectual was standing at the top of the stairs waiting for them.
"Hello, Mr. Otto."
The middle-aged man took a few steps forward, shook hands with the butler, and then looked at Rohr next to him.
"Hello, Mr. Rolle, I am your future secretary and assistant, Foley."
The other party already knew the news about Rohr in advance.
Rohr nodded, without putting on any leadership airs, and shook hands with the other party, acting very easy-going.