Unexpectedly, a goddess who doesn’t even know how to stuff a cash box still has a terminal. So what does she use that terminal to check on a daily basis?
Omo, who was descending the mountain, thought about this unsatisfactory question.
In general, everything went quite smoothly, and some of the necessary steps for a formal visit to the shrine were even omitted, such as going to the waterhouse to wash hands.
But then again, why should such a combination of a Western Horse Goddess and a Baldur Demon follow the rules in a far east shrine?
After Omer asked the goddess to scan the code, he made a wish by ringing the bell and clapping his hands a few times to make a wish.
It was the "hope everything goes well" type of wish that belongs to Mohu, and then I saw the goddess who was a little embarrassed and said, "It's hard for me to realize your wish. How about you make a wish related to a horse racing girl?" Aren’t you in charge of a horse girl? '
As a goddess of the horse girl series, it is not difficult to understand that she has some specific abilities in fields related to horse girls. Omo is not surprised that she knows the number of horse girls under her. He is even willing to believe that the other party can be as accurate as Arisuko. A body.
However, Omer still had no intention of making another wish. He just smiled, shook his head, and said that it was okay. It was better to achieve the goals related to the horse racing girl by himself.
This answer made the other party very satisfied, so when Omo went down the mountain, he had a dark golden guard in his hand.
The other party seemed to have just pulled me into a ceremony to pay homage and that was it. He didn't say anything else. Omo couldn't say anything else, so he could only say goodbye first, thinking that he would get acquainted with him again later with a gift. That way you will have more courage to find topics.
As for the guardian...
Omo looked at the guard in his hand. The outline of a running horse was woven with dark red lines in the middle of the dark golden guard. It felt cold when he held it in his hand.
The guardian of the Far East District is essentially a talisman. Omer's evaluation of this is: It feels... not as good as the benefits of commemorative coins.
Using commemorative coins to cosplay Two-Face's power boost is more reliable than waiting for someone else to rescue him. Just throw this thing to Arisuko later, and maybe he can save some air-conditioning expenses.
Wait a minute, Traisen doesn't seem to be counting the air conditioning fee... Omer touched his chin and realized that he could come to the laboratory for free in the future if he had nothing to do, but after thinking about it, there was a high probability that he would be asked to cooperate with the experiment if he stayed in the laboratory. , this wave of costs and benefits may not match well.
Let's see what happens in the afternoon... After sighing, he looked at the unread messages on the light screen again. Kelif asked him how his work was going, and Bize sent a new message asking if he could let Ali speed up. Call me Telika...?
The meaning was unclear, and it might have been a seizure peculiar to aliens. Omer walked past and chatted with Kelif, and then walked to the canteen.
I deliberately missed the peak period just to experience the legendary free canteen that can satisfy even a racing girl.
However, even if we missed the peak period, there were still some horse ladies and even employees active in the canteen.
So these people inevitably turned their surprised eyes to the unfamiliar face of Omer.
Are there such young trainers in the school? And this hair color...are you an emperor or a fan of the emperor?
Despite these looks, Omo passed by calmly.
The hat and mask had already been taken off when he arrived at the shrine. When he thought that some racing girls were looking for him on campus, and their characteristics were the same appearance as Miss Junchuan Reins, he simply went straight to the window without any disguise and went straight to the menu. Quantum read quickly, and then let out an unexpected sigh.
'md, there are so many carrots! '
Although the menu is diverse and well-balanced, most of it involves ingredients such as 'carrots', so that the name of the dish at first glance makes Omer have a 'carrot' Gestalt collapse.
But fortunately, the cafeteria also knows that not all carrot-loving Ma Niangs in this school can choose some normal dishes.
It's the type of recipe where it's easy to be blinded by the frequent occurrence of 'carrots' at first glance, but it still leaves a way for others to survive.
"Excuse me, I'll order these."
"Okay, please take the sign and wait."
There are set meals that can be ordered directly, and there are also freshly made dishes that can be waited for. Omo chose a sparsely populated edge seat and sat down. He inserted the number plate into the interface on the desktop, and then started to look at other restaurants in the canteen. point.
Foods that Ali Tachyon would like... From a researcher's point of view, he would start from a nutritional balance, but he doesn't know the recent physical condition of Ali Tachyon, so he should be more conservative in his choices, with a balanced diet and taste. considerations...
Omer smacked his lips, feeling like he had no choice.
It is better to think about replicating the recipe prepared for Morrison in the future.
But when I think about it again, I find it troublesome because the recipe needs to be improved.
After all, the difference in taste between a vampire and a racehorse girl is obvious. He can't give Aili Suzi a full table of all kinds of blood products.
So not only do I have to cook by myself, but I also have to adjust the recipes... Do I need to apply for an extra kitchen? Or should I talk to the chef in the cafeteria and see if I can borrow it?
Thinking of this, Omo turned his eyes towards the kitchen again. His perspective was slightly blank as he was thinking about the difference in taste, but suddenly there was a slight sound of moving chairs in his ears.
"Ask a question, can you give me permission to share a table?" "You are free to——?"
Omer didn't expect anyone to run beside him, and he didn't even notice when the other person appeared. He suddenly turned his head and saw a face that was as beautiful as a doll and lacked any emotion.
The blue eyes and the black eyes met in mid-air, but the former moved away without any trouble and placed the dinner plate in his hand on the table.
"I'm sorry," she said.
If Homa's speeches on weekdays are just calm without ups and downs, then her tone is inorganic and lifeless, as hard and cold as the metal headdress behind the right side of her cheek.
That face is familiar, and this accent is even more familiar.
When Omo saw her sitting aside and starting to pick up the tableware, he also looked away as if he was paying attention to etiquette, and looked at the kitchen window in the distance again. His face was calm, but his heart... was a little shaken.
After all, this was the real master he had expected to come to block him.
At the college entrance examination that day, Aili Suzi hid in the darkness and successfully slipped into Omo's intelligence blind spot.
And a certain cyber horse girl who blocked the door openly and directly was an existence that really fell into Omo's field of vision and tried to go back to make amends.
It’s just that I missed it that time.
At that time, Omer didn't care too much, but now that he is a trainer, looking back, he feels a bit regretful.
He did think about it, for a brief moment.
But he also remembered that the other party had a trainer, and that the trainer was a time traveler and had another set of views on horse racing girls.
Forget about poaching people, but even if she thought that she would meet again at Treson College, even those horse girls who were looking for her would most likely notify her, Omer never thought that the real encounter would be In this scenario.
The cafeteria is blocked, one is waiting for the meal, and the other is sitting aside with a plate... What does this mean?
No, to say the least.
Why did she sit next to him instead of opposite?
And doesn’t she have any friends to hang out with in the cafeteria? What is the trainer doing?
Homa was still looking at the shop window. Although his hearing was worse than Ma Niang's, he was still sharp enough to hear the subtle sounds of dining behind him.
The sound of tableware and chewing was steady enough. It didn't stop while eating, and there was no obvious gaze from the side. It seemed that she just came to share the table for a meal.
There are so many empty seats and you come to my place to share a table for dinner?
Sitting next to a stranger of the opposite sex who has only appeared in TV interviews?
Is Miura Bourbon such a racehorse girl who lacks a sense of crisis? This won't give rise to a new strange reputation, right?
Omo didn't feel the sight coming from the side, but he already noticed the scorching heat coming from several places in the distance.
No, what are you excited about?
Omo's brows couldn't stop twitching, and he began to feel that the waiting time was extremely difficult.
Why isn’t my meal ready yet? Can just a few Chinese dishes keep you busy for so long?
Omo, who had already considered getting up and going to the food delivery window to urge him, thought about it and turned around.
He suddenly remembered that he once had a question that he could not answer, and it was clear that now was the best opportunity.
"Can you interrupt me for a moment? Miss Miura Bourbon."
As long as he is determined, his ability to act is always outstanding.
"Permission, please state the instructions."
This kid...maybe can be tricked into mining virtual coins...
Listening to this tone of voice that was like a mechanical role-playing, and this talkative gesture of immediately putting down the tableware after hearing his own words, Omo wiped his heart with sweat.
"Do you remember six days ago? On June 9th, you went to the college entrance examination room."
"Confirm, I asked Nishinohana-san to take me to the destination on this date. In other words, we will complete the task together."
"Can I ask the reason?"
Adaptability is really a powerful thing, because there have been many people with "distinguished personalities" around me, and after studying the other party's information, in just a few words of this actual meeting, Omo has already Being able to ignore her unusual way of speaking.
"Allow, confirm your location so that we can analyze you."
"?"
Omo looked at this horse racing girl with long maroon hair in surprise. Her blue eyes were always so blank, and it was clear that the light was focused on her, but Omo could not see any emotion in it.
It's as if the other party is really a 'cyborg'-like existence.
"Why...well, analyze me?" To be honest, when he thought of this word, Omer thought of the mental examination in Tianmen City.
He had indeed been analyzed by the cold machine, and then a page of mental examination sheet was thrown out to him that he didn't want to read.
Looking back, I have mixed feelings.
But the Miura Bourbon was always consistent and answered decisively and directly: "You have been entered into the database. I have determined that it is necessary to confirm whether Mr. Ormer Linton is qualified to obtain 'authority'..."
It just might be a little difficult to understand.
And when she mentioned this, her eyes glanced at the badge on Omer's chest. At this moment, Omer noticed a change in her eyes.
Those blank blue eyes suddenly gained focus, and Omer was finally able to understand the emotion called determination.
"I urgently need a 'master' who can cooperate with me at the moment, um, that is to say, a trainer."
She even considered the difficulty of understanding and deliberately changed the expression to be easier to understand - before Omer could be moved by the fact that the other party finally showed his organic emotions and understanding, he was shocked by the content.
"Huh? Where is your trainer?"
This was the first time for Omo to encounter such a big discrepancy in intelligence.
