After boarding the two-world security bureau's floating car again, Omer looked at the city through the car window, but his eyes were a little careless.
He was looking back on his previous experiences.
What was arranged was clearly expected. Crisis public relations, temporary security bureau presence, and a full set of inspections were all processes that were easy to think of. I accepted it with peace of mind, until the so-called 'director requested'——
——The director of the Two Worlds Security Bureau of Tianmen City, he is a veteran and a veteran.
The time traveler who witnessed the development of Tianmen City together with the mayor was once recognized as a strong person by Tianmen.
East Stallion's race has the same characteristics as a racehorse girl, but he is a male. In the past, Omer would not have paid much attention to the race "Kuranta".
Now Omer is able to extract the knowledge of Casimir's land from that 'non-existent memory'.
The ancient land where the knight culture has been passed down to this day, but compared to the traditional knights, the competitive knights that emerged due to commercial development are more in line with the positioning of tomorrow's stars.
Mayor Don Stallion is a war knight. This is an entry that Omer checked in detail not long ago.
Fighting as a knight conforms to the traditional concept of knights. It is not just a performance and display of martial arts, but a galloping on the battlefield to protect the home and country.
With such a past, it's no wonder that after traveling here, he was able to assist the mayor in developing Tianmen City from a colonial town to its current size.
It's just that sixty years have passed, and the director is already at the age of eighty.
Although this universe has many ways to prolong life and even become immortal, his aging appearance clearly shows that he has chosen to adapt to time.
Facing him like this, Omer restrained his sight and thoughts as much as possible.
Accidents like Bentham's and Caroline's are rare in the world. More older people have accumulated countless experiences and overly complicated information, and if they rashly explore it, they will end up in jail.
Not to mention that speculating on this matter is an offense in itself.
But the first thing that showed in this old man's eyes was kindness.
It was quite nostalgic, reminding Omo of the orphanage in the Demon Realm District.
"First meeting, Mr. Director."
In terms of address and greeting, Omer chose the most conservative and concise solution, and omitted unnecessary self-introduction.
"Hello, Omer Linton," the old man who had no objection to the title smiled cheerfully and stood up from the table, "You don't have to be so formal. I just want to meet with my own eyes the young man who saved Tianmen City. .”
"You are joking, Tianmen City is not fragile, I just saved some time and loss."
"But I am a little flattered by the invitation from the Director."
"Your performance is already the best among your peers. The so-called flattery lacks a bit of sincerity." The old man's light black eyes met Omer's neither humble nor arrogant attitude, and he was quite satisfied. "Your condition is better than I imagined." Okay, but judging from your attitude when taking the statement, I thought you were keeping a distance from this incident."
Does this mean...getting to the point?
Although it was a bit hasty and sudden, it did exactly what Omer wanted.
After all, he also wants to deal with the problem early, before other problems arise——
——The 'fast-paced life' he experienced in the past few days after coming to Tianmen City really made him feel a little shadowed.
So he said bluntly: "Initial rationality supports keeping a distance, but if this matter continues, keeping a distance will become irrational."
"I see," the old man nodded, "Then I have nothing more to say except support. Do you have anything to ask?"
"Want to ask?"
Omer was a little surprised. He never thought that he would have the opportunity to ask questions to the director.
As a new arrival, he naturally has too many questions, but most of those questions are a waste of this opportunity.
So he pondered for a moment, and then said: "I heard that Tianmen City has a defense measure called the Mimic Tower Field..."
This was not even a question, just half a sentence, but Omer did not intend to finish the sentence, and the director's smile froze when faced with this sentence. This reaction made Omer's heart skip a beat.
It seems that it is true, and it’s hard to say yet. Is it too late to change the question now? Why should you think about not wasting the opportunity? Isn’t this directly asking yourself a big question? !
Omo was annoyed by his subconscious brain circuitry of not wanting to suffer a loss, and he hurriedly tried to remedy the situation:
"Bureau..." "What a precise question..."
No, I was just going to change the question!
Omo, who had already mustered up the courage as quickly as possible to change his story, was greeted by the director's emotion, which immediately made him a little stiff: "It's okay to skip it if it's inconvenient to answer."
He answered at such a speed that he could even omit commas, which was a very hard effort. This reaction also made the old man dumbfounded, and then burst into laughter.
"It's true that I can't answer the question, but if you can promise to keep it confidential-" "I can't promise, just pretend I didn't ask."
"It's not up to you to say this."
From the two obvious revelations of Omer's nature, the old man completely understood how alert and fearful this child was. How could a young man be afraid of trouble!
He pointed to the lighted screen on the table: "I want to ask him: whether Omer Linton can keep secret about this matter."
The screen is just a monitor screen, and there are only two rows of shortcuts on the empty desktop, which looks ordinary.
But after the director said those words, Omo saw an extremely positive word of affirmation suddenly pop up on the screen.
This... intelligent AI with extremely strong intelligence analysis?
This was Omer's first thought.
As the director of the Two Worlds Security Bureau, it must be normal to have this kind of AI secretary - provided that it is really an AI secretary.
Omer knew it very well.
Even if he has been observed by AI since he entered the Security Bureau of the Two Realms, the AI will not dare to give a positive answer, because people change a lot. If the AI wants to confirm a person, it must capture a large enough amount of people. Calculation is based on data. Even if Tianmen City is part of the Holy Federation of Terra, retrieving information across planets must go through layers of review, many of which are manual.
And...and how could he go through all these processes just because of his words!
In this river?
This is not in the river!
There may be only two kinds in the river.
One is that he has been involved in the director's calculations, and has completed all the procedures in advance, and then waits for him to ask questions before he takes over - this style of painting is quite different from the old man in front of him, and Omer also feels it. Don't quite agree.
But let's talk about another possibility...
Looking at the answer on the screen, Omer turned to look at the old man, not wanting to admit the second possibility.
"...I guess this must not be the Heart of Terra, right?"
Being able to ignore all regulations and restrictions, even a sub-node can come to any territory within the Holy Terra Federation network at any time. Compared with the Heart of Terra's excessive grasp of civilization, Omo's grasp of horse racing girls The information control is not worth mentioning.
And with the old man's position and weight, it is not impossible to call on the help of the Heart of Terra nodes.
But he has passed the age where he firmly believes that he is the chosen one, and it is difficult to believe that the Heart of Terra... even if it is just a node endorsement, will appear in front of him.
But the old man just looked at him and smiled without saying a word, which made it difficult for him to ask, "It must not be right!" '.
