"What are you worrying about? My contractor."
"I should have said that our cooperation is limited to the collation of information."
"Of course, but in my opinion, there should be some small conflicts in the treaty, right? For example, how to establish the connection with the Dark Emblem when there is a lack of communication."
"...Do you really need to evolve? Witchmon, or Witchmon."
"you know me?"
"I don't know you, but thanks to the fact that you are a humanoid Digimon, your every move that is indistinguishable from a human can reveal a lot of information."
"...Ha, give me the job. If you have any questions, please contact me."
"That's how it should be."
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"Master, did you encounter some kind of lucky event?"
Early the next morning, Omer was spreading omelettes in the kitchen when he encountered such a problem.
There is no need to ask more questions, the distinctive way of speaking is enough to reveal the identity of the questioner.
Miura Bourbon, the racing girl who never misses her morning workout.
Although there are many residents in the office, there is only one person who gets up early.
Ari Tachyon's schedule depends on the success of the experiment. Regardless of whether the experiment goes smoothly or not, Shinjou Akane will not prevent her from staying up late.
Experimenting or playing games - she never goes to bed early, and breakfast is not available to her.
And Manchester City Tea House is a horse girl enjoying the night.
I like running at night, and I also like coffee. I also sleep late, but at least I can catch up with meal time with the help of the alarm clock.
It should be noted here that it is meal time.
Always step on it.
So when Omer was busy in the kitchen, she was probably still looking in the mirror in confusion.
When a student of the Spirituality department looks in the mirror, I won’t mention the specific supernatural scene, at least it won’t appear at this moment.
As for the Sunday tranquility that comes with a certain chance...at least I won't ask myself that.
"Rather than encountering a lucky event, it is better to say that I have created a temporarily satisfactory result." He turned his head and looked at her expressionless face, knowing that he had a similar expression on his face.
But he knew the child under him quite well, and he knew the other party's unreasonable spiritual sense, so he was not surprised what she could see.
It is worth mentioning that the intuition in Omer's eyes is a kind of rapid processing and judgment synthesized from experience. This kind of intuition is more organized, not as wild as spiritual perception.
It was like he was facing Bourbon's poker face and drawing conclusions about his mood by reading the subtle micro-expressions.
But when Bourbon faced Omer's calm demeanor when he had nothing to do, the basis of his judgment was not mechanical logical judgment, but just a feeling.
An intuition that is more inclined to spiritual sense.
It’s hard to explain, it’s unclear, but it does exist.
"Lucky favors are always rare, and happiness is more about building yourself."
"Master, do you want me to tell rice?"
"Tell her another time," Omer flipped the eggs in the frying pan. "Unfortunate people often live in their daily lives. Simple words will not only have no effect, but will have the opposite effect."
"But if you find an opportunity to make your words more convincing, you may be able to remember her for a lifetime."
"Timing?" Bourbon asked. She was standing on the edge, with the induction cooker in front of her and the refrigerator behind her. She wanted to raise her hand but then retracted it.
Regarding the Curse of the Electrical Killer, the current plan is to arrange a confirmed itinerary for the God’s Blessing Sound Class in two days’ time.
Local angels, angels from other places, and angels from other worlds can probably see something about the anomalies in fate.
"For example, practical actions that can strengthen the right to speak. It is best that you set an example for her," Omer said while he was instructing the girl on how to win over a friend with low self-esteem and autistic attitude. He glanced at the person beside him. Guangping continued, "The power of words is pale most of the time, but it can also take advantage of momentum."
"Borrow the opportunity, borrow the occasion."
He said, thinking of the gray-haired girl with whom he had no contact after they parted ways in the exhibition hall.
Really clever, she understands the power of words, and she doesn't have to take advantage of opportunities and situations.
When it comes to telling past events, some people always talk about those vulgar stories, which have no achievements other than being annoying, but there are also people who can describe the same stories in an ups and downs and fascinating way.
This is the ability of storytelling, and also the ability of 'speech', the core of which is 'revealing' and 'concealing'.
Disguise can create suspense, and it is also used to select and emphasize the content you want to reveal, and to add charm to the words.
Even a mediocre story can be made magical by this technique.
The 'Fuzhong Racecourse four years ago' mentioned by Zhen Ji Ling undoubtedly aroused Omer's doubts and attention. If it was not about direct contact but indirect communication, he could think of a lot. After all, on the day of the Spring Imperial Prize , he chatted with many people while surfing the Internet, and also posted updates on Umastagram.
But among those many, which one could be related to the real Ji Ling or 'Karen', he still had doubts and lacked a clue.
This point should not be expressed for the time being. What he wants to express at the moment is that the charm itself does not necessarily have to be in the context of the speech.
You can also go beyond words - for example, in a spooky environment. 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 far-reaching impact on the soul. As Jidong people, you should understand this better than me."
"Search judgment: 'air'?" Bourbon asked blankly.
Letting a cybernetic horse girl read the air may be a form of forcing someone to do something difficult, but this is no reason to retreat, because she has a friend who needs special care.
"Exactly."
Omo said, glancing at the small time projected above the bread machine, and then repeated the omelette process again, as well as looking after the noodles in the pot on the side from time to time.
When the cafeteria didn't come to help and Bourbon needed him to take it easy, he was so busy that he had to use the hands of a mage to handle the preparation of the minced meat and fried dough sticks.
But fortunately, breakfast preparation is easier than lunch and dinner. For a horse racing girl, the most important thing is to make carbohydrates.
The large-capacity instrument not far away is still waiting for the completion of the operation of the porridge cooking module.
Unfortunately, we were unable to become self-sufficient in pickles in a hurry, so we had to purchase them from outside - this would allow Bourbon to help.
"Although I don't like this culture very much, it is undeniable that it is just a little extreme."
Omer said, turning to look at the bourbon that was being squeezed and encapsulated: "The basic theory of cultural development is always the same. The concept of 'atmosphere' is something that cannot be avoided when dealing with people, whether in the East or the West. "
"Confirm to write the task log, difficulty assessment [professional]."
"It doesn't matter if you're not an expert. I believe that even if you're just Hard, your intuition can find a shortcut for you."
"Of course, after you finish squeezing the pickles, go and fetch Suzi with the cafe. You have to pull her up hard and let her have breakfast before going back to sleep."
"Okay, but where's Ms. Akane?"
"It is part of the trainer's job to ensure that you have a stable three meals a day, and Shintiao does not need to go to the competition field. Of course, she does have stomach problems like this. You can try to wake her up. If you can't wake her up, forget it."
"Yes, Master, then, Miura Bourbon, prepare to attack."
"You don't have to be so serious..."
Seeing the girl simply wash her hands and then run out of the kitchen quickly, it was obvious that Omo's words could not catch up with her speed.
But Ma Niang's hearing has always been good. Just like he could hear the footsteps coming down the stairs of the teahouse, Bourbon could still hear his dissuasion.
But the unchanged pace obviously didn't listen.
So the power of words is really pale.
This kind of weak dissuasion is better than spending a little money to lay a floor for the office, and then stipulating that the floor is not allowed to be damaged to limit the movement and output of the residents of the racing house.
Then let them do it...
Even if the floor was actually laid, there was no guarantee that any accidents would happen, 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 took a moment to sort out the pointing that had been going on before on the light screen.
"There is a group of very interesting familiars, contractors."
"Didn't you say you'll contact me if you have anything?"
While he was busy plating the dishes, he didn't stop him from taking a look at the Witch Beast on the screen, which was not a Q-version but had also shrunk its body proportions.
Omo glanced at Morrison who was very quiet next to him. He didn't know whether to lament that there were more pets on the desktop or to lament that Morrison actually behaved quite decently when strangers were around.
Even the painting style is no longer Q version.
However, the handsome face that seems to appear in the Otome comics does not seem to fit the aesthetics of Witchmon, maybe because it reminds me of the vampire monster.
At the moment, she and Morrison each occupy one side of the screen, looking quite incompatible with each other.
But everyone knows who wins in a fight.
"And I'm not the familiar. Rather, in terms of work content, I am the familiar..."
To a trainer, a horse racing girl has the functions of a coach, a nutritionist, and relatives and friends. To put it bluntly, trainers work part-time in the academy. In terms of priority, a racing girl is more important.
However, in terms of industry demand, trainers are in short supply.
"Ha, is that so?"
"Don't laugh, according to this calculation, you are also my familiar."
Omer emphasized this part-time job food chain with a cold face, but the Witch Beast said without caring: "Don't we have an equal contract? I am here just to get paid."
"Are you really planning to evolve?" Omer frowned, "Can't you evolve on your own?"
"You have to collect some symbolic reward before the contract is truly established." The witch with heavy makeup grinned her mouth that was too narrow.
The coquettish and strange appearance that embraces the etymology of witches and witches reminded Omo of the Eastern Shang revolution.
That little witch longed for the appearance of a powerful and mature witch, so she wondered what she would think of Witchmon.
Although witches and witches are inextricably linked in their cultural roots, in terms of performance, the evaluation of Little Witch will only be half and half, right?
The same attitude holds true for Omer.
"With so much emphasis on contracts, you might as well evolve into a female devil."
The bad effects caused by the witch are somewhat pleasing to the eye, but the strange performances of the witch can only be said to be far away from ordinary aesthetics.
Too bright lipstick and eye makeup always make him want the other person to take off their makeup.
At least change to something plainer, it will be easier to show off the underlying beauty of the other person's appearance.
But come to think of it, the appearance of Digimon has always been the same. As Ami Aiba knows, the measurements of Tenyumon are probably applicable to most Tenyumon. It is extremely difficult for them to show individual differences, even if it is just a change in body shape. .
Most of the time, they are like clones, even their temperaments are the same.
If there were to be any obvious big changes, they would probably be directly defined as a new race like a subspecies. For example, the difference between Greymon and EarthGreymon is only in their muscular appearance and their more bellicose appearance. Changes, and skills that get upgraded along the way.
The Witchmon, which doesn't wear heavy makeup, should probably be renamed into a new category if it studies and improves one or two new skills.
"Oh, isn't this also something that you, the contractor, need to work towards?"
"If you just want to win back a victory, that's enough. Have you finished the information I asked you to compile?"
"Of course... not yet, at least half a day, right? Digesting those data."
"Digestion? I want you to focus on categorizing, rather than eating codes you haven't learned yet."
"Every time like this, I can't help feeling that it's so convenient to communicate with you."
"At this time, your expression doesn't look so happy."
"I won't deny it. A witch doesn't want her little secret to be discovered, don't you think?"
"Indeed, but I think this may not have anything to do with spiritual barriers in a broad sense, just because you see a shadow of some direction from me."
"No fun, I'm going back to sort out the data."
"It seems that I have no chance to invite you to dinner, Miss Witch."
Hearing this, Witchmon turned back before stepping into the data slit, and glared at him fiercely with its big blue cat-like eyes.
But he just smiled and waved, watching him go away.
Happy Lantern Festival!
