Omo, who parted ways with Bize after a few stops, did not go home immediately. Instead, he went to the nearby market for a walk. While walking around, he contacted the community property management company to apply for a parking space, and then carried a few bags of food. Plus two bags of duck blood returned home.
Bize's declaration as an empty nester not long ago seemed to fall on him, and the darkness he saw when he opened the door blocked his subconscious greeting.
Do you seem to feel a little lonely?
As soon as he had this thought, he heard an extremely natural voice shouting:
"Oh! I'm home! Then I'll go to my machine! Don't ask me to eat!"
The terminal light screen that had just been activated and ejected retracted due to the departure of the speaker. Omer, who turned on the light switch in front of the entrance, was a little tired and wanted to punch himself a second ago.
Even if you are alone for a few times, you will still be tired forever.
"Not for you!"
After putting on his slippers and walking into the room, Omer did not forget to shout to Morrison's room, and then he immediately heard the other person's voice coming from the terminal light screen again:
"Then who did you buy the duck blood for?"
Morrison still remembered that although this child could accept the blood, he could not say that he liked to eat it.
And the child is complaining that this vampire is really getting more and more accustomed to electronic life forms.
Just the speed of transferring from the terminal to the computer in my room and back to my terminal is incredibly fast.
"It's for the neighbor next door, what? He can't accept duck blood?"
Omer still remembered that there was Vlad III next door. He didn't pay much attention to him at first, but now that he has another memory, he realizes that the other person may not be too accepting of vampire-related things.
"You'd better get some normal meals. He's in a special condition and doesn't rely on blood-sucking."
What Morrison said made Omer a little surprised. It was surprising that his adoptive father knew this. It seemed that saying that they felt like old friends at first sight was not just bragging.
"If the situation is special, are there any other taboos?" Omer pretended not to know, carrying the ingredients and continuing to the kitchen, while stuffing the duck blood into the refrigerator.
He was told to prepare to receive the express message but there was no response yet. He was going to wash the vegetables and prepare dinner first.
"Don't talk about vampires, just think of him as...a paladin who was turned into a vampire by someone, and who holds grudges about his origins! Yes, that's the kind of person!"
Looking at Morrison scratching his head and scratching his head, it can be said that he was thinking out of a hurry. Omer confirmed that Morrison really had a rough understanding of Vlad III's situation, and he shook the wet food basket in his hand:
"I understand. You can come with me later. I was planning to tell him about your situation."
After not seeing each other for a few days, his neighbor suddenly became strange and turned into an electronic ghost. It was with this in mind that Omo thought of paying him a visit.
If you don’t see anyone when you go out during the day, let’s talk while it’s getting dark.
With this thought in mind, I started preparing dinner, but first I waited for the terminal communication bell to ring.
"Well, yes, I'll pick it up soon!"
After snapping the hang-up button, he quickly cleaned up the scene and hurried downstairs without even saying hello to Morrison's empty house. Omer's desire for genuine toys was so real that several freightmen unexpectedly came to receive it. The person who placed the important order turned out to be such a cheerful young man.
This wave made Morrison realize that he would have to regret the big loss. After all, there are not many opportunities to put such a sincere smile on Omo's face, let alone say thank you with this expression. Even Morrison himself has never experienced it. Once, and I can’t even remember the time.
As for Omo, who was carrying a new toy, Abu, and a new weapon, he gestured whether to press the switch, and then looked around the heavy motorcycle painted in black and silver with a small amount of dark red for a long time, and then turned to test drive. That's another thing.
As for where to put the car...do you still remember the way we contacted you on the way to buy groceries?
After locking the car and returning home at night, carrying a dangerous weapon that alerted other residents passing by in the community, Omo finally let go of the genuine toy that had troubled him.
I really want to press it, I really want to press it.
That familiar position, that familiar red button, although it has a mechanism designed to prevent accidental touch, but who has got a genuine tokusatsu toy and doesn't want to press the button directly.
But as soon as he presses it, he can succeed in the Tianmen City and clear the Jiemen District.
The guys at Frontier Lighthouse can ensure that they are suitable for this thing. Whether they transform into a giant Omer or a giant synthetic beast, they will have enough qualifications to grab the headlines and snipe the Eastern Derby fiercely.
In order not to offend a possible future boss, it is better to find an opportunity to book a space-specialized room at the training ground.
Just transforming into a demon is enough. When you have nothing to do, you can use your tail to sharpen your claws and sharpen your steel blade to pass the time.
Then when I came to my senses, it was already dark.
This has already exceeded the original schedule... Omer felt that he was being pulled into the "Abyss of Depravity" by playfulness, and he learned from the pain and carefully placed the Beta Magic Blade in the supporting briefcase given by Frontier Lighthouse.
The built-in space compression array can be used purely as a briefcase, and there is a magnetized storage box customized for the Beta Magic Blade.
It is said that like the card box, it can shield the fluctuations of the Beta Magic Blade's essence as a 'switch transmitter' and isolate it from all detection, but Omer decided that this was nonsense due to the inexplicable pulling feeling.
At least they didn't seem to consider their own special case at all when they experimented.
Whether it's the monster card or the Beta Demon Blade, he currently has some inexplicable feeling of pull, even if there is an isolation device boasted by the Frontier Lighthouse in between, but this feeling can be regarded as a 'qualification certificate' in a sense, right?
Omo is not too worried, but he is also considering writing it into the 'product usage report' that is submitted once a year in the agreement.
It's somewhat of an anomaly, but it shouldn't be ignored completely.
Anyway, that’s it… let’s cook!
Homare stepped into the kitchen again. Although he no longer had to think about making a meal for Morrison, but thinking of visiting his neighbors, Homare, who was somewhat confident in his cooking skills, decided to continue cooking a meal for two people.
After carefully packing the box and calling Morrison, who was reluctant to leave the 'battlefield' and seemed to have established a deep friendship with Captain BRAVO, he set off on the road to visit Dracula——
——To say so, in fact, it means going out, closing the door, taking two steps, knocking on the door, and speaking.
Then the door opened.
It was the unshaven, white-haired man with melancholy eyes that impressed Omer deeply. His appearance couldn't be said to be bad, he was even quite good-looking, but I just felt that this man's 'empty nester' value was higher, so that impression was different. It is also subtle.
Especially after he explained his purpose of coming and showed Morrison on the light screen, the other party's reaction——
——The gaze that fell on his face and then on Morrison was full of dullness and rawness from not seeing anyone for too long.
He’s really an empty nester!
But fortunately, it is not difficult to get along with them in actual contact.
Although the main reason is that Omer did not mention the topic of vampires, and Morrison is mainly used as the "topic pioneer".
Secondly, the gifts and meals he brought somewhat diluted the embarrassment.
Although Omo spoke less, the atmosphere between the two of them was quite good.
By the way, there seems to be no other new Heroic Spirits registered at the Clock Tower, let alone other Romanian-related Heroic Spirits, so he is not taken seriously here alone.
When Omo heard this, he understood, and he said in his heart that it was right, that it was right.
Although the Clock Tower of the Federation of Terra just pretended to be the most famous name at first, it was actually mixed with many strange magicians, dead disciples, elves, heroic spirits and other fellows from the same world.
There are even many members of the Hessing Sea and Atlas Academy, and they really cannot be treated directly as the crotch-pulling organization in memory.
But now it seems that because the members are indeed mixed, there are hidden internal struggles, and the personnel arrangements are indeed stretched.
I still can't see clearly about other aspects. I think before I came here, I heard from the dean of students that the Clock Tower was going to start teaching cooperation with the Institute of Energy Engineering, so maybe I could understand... Well, I got kicked, so that's okay.
A worried Omo watched the two adults chatting, silently took out the terminal and opened the class chat room.
I wanted to contact the students who volunteered to join the School of Energy Sciences to see if they could help me pay attention in the future, but unexpectedly I found a lot of unread messages in the chat room, and there were even new messages being sent.
This made him particularly puzzled.
After all, the class chat room is a social necessity. Except for real people like Bize who are really trying to make ends meet, no one usually talks in it.
Everyone has their own small circle, not to mention that some class groups even have a class teacher secretly mixed in with them.
Although there are no teachers in Omo's class chat room, the positioning of the rocket class is destined to make the students here all dedicated to study and do not like to chat here on weekdays.
So what are they talking about?
Omo scrolled down the progress bar in surprise. On the top of it was a short video. He could see the outline of the giant beast so familiar that it almost made his hands tremble without having to click on it.
It shouldn't... it shouldn't... These guys shouldn't be so gossipy. Omer glanced at the profile picture of the video.
Tama’s! It's Bize!
With the anger of being backstabbed by his brother, Omo continued to slide down, and surprisingly, there were only some text conversations.
【/Use 13
/castsequence reset=3 Fire Blast, Phoenix Flame, Solar Ray, Pyroblast, Scorch, Phoenix Flame, Bahamut's Wrath, Death Reincarnation, Skylight Reincarnation, Red Lotus, Burn, Lure blast heat ray
Damn, this burst macro is better than my own manual control.
It’s broken, I can’t even play fire magic anymore]
[How come there are still people practicing fire spells, and the summoning skills are all mixed in? How many fire spells have you practiced?]
[Don’t scream, the reincarnation of death and the reincarnation of light are also included in the fire element. This was updated by the Mage Association last week! 】
[No, don’t argue about this. The point is that I want to recall how I became a mage? Spells and knuckles, pronunciation?
Should I open my voice first? After finishing the written test, I slept like crazy for a few days and felt like I had forgotten everything]
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【That’s right, brother! This is completely in line with my understanding and imagination of mages! 】
[No, there are really people who practice fire but not earth? Are you going to make a trillion-degree fireball or are you going to go to the kitchen and help people light fires? 】
What kind of things are there... Omo frowned as he watched the whole thing. Seeing that the topic was not over, he immediately typed and rushed into the conversation.
[What kind of macros does Tama write? Even if reset=3 is here, even if there is no skill or haste at all, doesn’t this cost others 0.5 seconds?
Can Burning Front Shake be put together with Phoenix Flame?
The construction delay is so obvious. I think your spell menu is the World of Warcraft version of the Stellar Industrial Staff System, right?
It is recommended to transfer to the Terra Staff system and re-record it. Xingheng's magic network construction macro cannot achieve 0.5S, it can only be an integer number of seconds. Using macros is inferior to others! 】
[I am super, and there are masters! Why the hell are there people in the class studying magic wand systems from different companies (half annoyed)
【no problem! I remember we were in a liberal arts class, but we also taught science! 】
[But isn’t Linton from the martial arts department? I remember he received a martial arts scholarship]
[He has received many scholarships, and he also participated in the spell structure competition, but he only received a consolation prize]
[Can you please stop talking about this in front of the person involved? 】
[Hey, it’s okay. Everyone knows that there are many volumes in the spell structure competition. It’s not shameful to lose. It’s good to have a consolation prize.]
【It’s Linton! Linton is bubbling! How about Linton signing your name for me! 】
[Yes, it seems that there are a lot of people who want Linton’s information. Linton, what can you disclose? Such as hobbies, weight, single status? 】
[…You guys chat, I’m going to dive]
Hurrying to retreat from the chat room interface before more guys came out to make noise, Omo looked up again and saw Uncle Vlad and Morrison staring at him, shrinking his neck in embarrassment:
"Did I make any noise?"
Although I don’t have the impression, I still asked.
"No," the first person who responded to show consideration was actually the opposite person. Vlad Tsepesh stood up and walked towards the bedroom, "It's just that Morrison just said it was time to leave. I heard that you still have something to do."
When he came back, the old man with a reputation as Dracula handed him a small bag: "This is a return gift."
"Take it well, and then you go about your business!" Morrison was in high spirits on the screen, which made Omer wonder whether his long-term singleness was due to a problem with his sexual orientation.
"I could talk to Vlad for a while."
"...Thank you, then let me take my leave first."
"No need to stress, Yu is just a neighbor now," the Grand Duke smiled lightly and raised his pale palms with unexpectedly neatly manicured nails. "If you have any questions, you can ask Yu for help."
It sounded pretty familiar. Omer nodded and walked toward the door with his bag.
"You didn't say hello to me at all. Look at this brat. Brother, you can't adopt such an impolite brat." Morrison was still angry.
Listening to the sound of the entrance door closing, Vlad still smiled and asked: "But don't you want Yu to take care of him for a while? Although Yu doesn't think it's necessary."
He shook his head.
"Although he is a heroic spirit in this life, his spiritual sense is still sharp. I can detect that the child is faintly threatening. His strength is not weak."
"But he is still a young man, so he is somewhat worried."
Morrison smiled helplessly as the complete true self appeared on the screen instead of the Q version of the character that always appeared in Omer's eyes.
"Those who don't know how to fear cannot realize the danger of the abyss. I can't feel anything in my current state."
"But since you think he is strong, brother, I should really worry less."
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On the other side, Omer turned around and returned home. He opened his small bag and took out a...sweater?
"?"
After opening the sweater and comparing his arm span and body shape, Omer was silent for a moment, thinking about when Morrison had told his neighbors about his body shape.
"It's okay, but it's a bit early."
He smiled and put away his sweater.
It's only the end of June.
Tomorrow's temperature is forecast to be even 31°, and we need to rely on the intercity temperature control system in Jiemen District to save the lives of people going out on the streets.
