Lemuan... Lemuan... Xiaole...
Remule?
Can the angel's family?
As far as hair color is concerned, it's really not the same at all.
Omo looked at the Sakota girl in front of him again, suppressed the complaints in his heart, and just greeted with a slight smile:
"When it comes to caring, it should be the other way around."
"As my senior at Penguin Logistics, my sister's enthusiasm and energy really helped me a lot."
"If that's the case, I'd be more relieved."
The capable angel obviously had a lot of information for her sister. Although she had not introduced herself, Lemuan was not surprised by Omer's smooth answer. She just nodded slightly and then her eyes fell on the horse lady beside Omer. .
"Then the service you want to handle is related to this lady?"
"Did you see anything?"
"No, it's just a subconscious guess," the Sakota girl smiled generously. Compared to her overly active sister, she seemed much quieter, "I prefer command rather than purification when it comes to learning magic here. "
Omer nodded, not disappointed: "Then please confirm the procedures for me first. I made an appointment two days ago, and the time is at ten o'clock in the morning."
"Please wait a moment." Lemuan said, raising her hand to read the office terminal placed in front of her desk. After typing skillfully, she quickly got the result.
"The appointment was made in the name of the firm. Is it an appointment for soul testing and purification?" she confirmed.
"Yes." Omer nodded slightly.
For this kind of medical-related services, there will be a small fee discount through the registration channel of the office.
A demon who could not make ends meet did not lose his wisdom in life because of frequent busyness and fighting.
"Then please wait a moment, sit on the sofa next to me, and let me make you two a cup of hot tea."
"Okay, trouble."
Politeness is politeness, but as a customer, there is no need to refuse the service provided by the staff.
Even if Homais himself doesn't want hot tea here, for the sake of Bourbon, he has no reason to stand there with others.
After leading Bourbon to sit down in front of the side by side sofas, Omo's eyes wandered around the office, subconsciously 'reading' the traces here.
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Although the name of the God Blessing Music Class clearly conveys the majesty of the gods, its main style is people-oriented. This can be seen just from the sofas placed at the registration desk.
After all, for employees with rich office experience, there is a special experience called "separate seats".
As long as you want to get things done quickly and satisfactorily, don't put chairs in your office space for others to sit on.
Not to mention those disposable water cups——
——It will only express a signal that can be waited for a long time.
Lemuan obviously didn't care about this, or maybe it was because the treatment of a separate office gave him both peace and boredom.
She was generally willing to communicate. Although the wheelchair and expectations gave her a quiet first impression, Omer could definitely see a certain familiar movement in her eyes.
It was a curiosity that her sister never hid, and she just added a temporary wooden fence.
But for an angel girl who could stand a pump-action shotgun on the side of her wheelchair, the wooden fence was too fragile.
Omer subtly withdrew from the girl's wheelchair and looked at the wall behind her original seat. There was also a bolt gun hanging there that looked extremely heavy and full of mechanical feeling.
It is very consistent with his imagination of Rutland from the intelligence integration so far.
"Do you like green tea or black tea?"
"Green tea, thank you."
The sudden inquiry made Homais turn around and stopped Bourbon who was about to get up to help.
The service provided by a girl in a wheelchair does seem to be heart-wrenching, and even the expressionless Cyberman can't help but be shaken, but...
This premise must be that the other party is really a vulnerable group.
"Where's Miss Ma Niang?"
"Same as Master."
"Oh!" Lemuan, who was still turning over the tea leaves, turned around the moment he heard the words, and the wooden fence of curiosity was shattered at the word.
But Homa's response was probably the least interesting one she could imagine:
"The subtle mechanical way of speaking and addressing people is one of the key points that I regard as abnormal and strive to correct. In addition, it has an unwarranted negative impact on mechanical products."
"Eh? Is it okay to say this to the counter?"
"Isn't she my friend's sister? But you're not stationed at this position permanently, right?"
"Yes, the job tag also says temporary duty. In fact, I don't stay here very often, or even in this world."
Watching the tea leaves tumbling in the boiling water, Lemuan looked back at Omer, and then at Miura Bourbon, who seemed to have chosen to stay silent because the trainer was talking.
He smiled instead, feeling quite like an elder with a child who was afraid of life.
"That kid Xiao Le said that Penguin Logistics has a colleague from Sakaz who is very similar to Miss Croissant but more interesting. Mostima also said that he helped Mr. Emperor recruit a very interesting Mr. Demon, who is obviously a mercenary. But he works as a trainer in Treson."
"But I really didn't expect to meet you today." She said, handing over two cups of green tea.
"Please use."
"Thank you." x2
The same calm voices thanked each other simultaneously. It was unclear whether the trainer influenced the horse girl or the horse girl influenced the trainer.
"It is indeed a rare fate, especially considering that you are not here often."
Looking at the floating tea leaves in the disposable water cup, Omo raised the cup and took a sip.
“Good tea.”
Although the tone was not strong, it was a sincere compliment, which made Lemuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair opposite, smile and say, "Really? Those artificial angels in the gospel class were cultivated in the nursery in the backyard. I am willing to sit on them." One of the reasons for being here,"
"But I thought you would choose black tea."
"Oh?" Omer thought for a moment, then said, "Because of the coupon?"
"Yes, Xiao Le likes to talk about things at Penguin Logistics. I also mentioned that you directly took over several coupon categories of Miss Croissant in the channel."
"That's actually for another horse girl, she has a huge addiction to black tea."
He even prefers the more expensive Sabaragamuwa and Qimen teas. Without coupons, Omo really doesn't want to buy them.
These words made the cyber horse lady who was on standby turn her head and look at her: "Then Master's attitude every time he drinks the black tea of Team Tachyon..."
Not only Lemuan, but Bourbon was also surprised that Omer didn't like black tea. After all, he didn't show any resistance or dissatisfaction every time he drank the black tea from the cafe.
Only the coffee shop owner, who is also a coffee party, would always show some subtle glances and turn back to grind coffee beans silently.
"It's not unacceptable, just keep it a secret, Bourbon."
Tako always thought that Omo appreciated the delicious black tea she brewed, so he had a high tolerance for possible drugging.
"Yes, master."
"Good boy."
Omo took another sip of tea and looked at Miss Lemuan again.
The latter was making herself a cup of tea, and then without making any movement, the wheelchair brought her closer again.
"Does Miss Lemuan have a good relationship with Mostema?"
"I used to be an old classmate, then an old teammate, and then an old boss. Now...it's really hard to determine the position level now." She blew the tea leaves in her ceramic cup, then took a sip, "Why? ?You want to find out about her from me?"
"I'm a little curious about her staff."
This answer made the pink-haired wheelchair man, who was pretending to be frivolous, startled, and then he said delicately: "...Although it is a bit unexpected, it seems reasonable."
"I believe they also told you about my encounter with the monster."
"But Sartan is not a monster," Lemuan smiled helplessly, "Or do you regard gods and demons as monsters?"
"It's not impossible, as long as they have a large enough figure and a "beast" heart."
"Beast...then maybe she does," the girl raised her hand and rubbed her chin, "but if you are interested in monsters, you should find Miss Nian and the others instead of Mostema, right?"
"I came from my hometown through the Rhode Island station, and I have met those people several times. Their existence itself completely meets your definition of monsters."
"I do have the idea of visiting, but I just don't have time for the time being."
"You're really honest. I understand why Mostima mentioned you."
Lemuel, who saw Omo's always unenthusiastic expression, felt helpless: "Don't you feel awkward getting along with her?"
“On the contrary, I feel quite relieved.”
"Yes, the prerequisite for same-sex repulsion is that both parties can have a relatively intense conflict."
She accepted this fact.
"As for you two, the biggest problem is probably that when ordering food, everyone yells 'whatever'."
"That's not true. I'm not that casual yet." Omo shook his head.
You always have your own opinions when it comes to eating and ordering food.
This is the confidence that someone who has to cook for five people at the same time, including himself, should have!
"But when it comes to the topic of getting along, doesn't Miss Lemuan feel awkward?"
"What's awkward?"
"Here, you Rutlanders probably don't have much room for using your empathy ability, right?" Omo turned his head and glanced at some monks, angels, and even knights walking past the door.
The flow of people here has always been quite large, and there are people walking around outside the door, but no one comes here.
Among the several departments here, the purification department is obviously not busy enough.
It's probably because the official hospital has 'taken away' a lot of clients.
But whether they are customers or employees, even if they have a halo on their heads, they may not be able to 'empathize' with angels like Remuel.
This alien race of angels named Sarkota has the ability to empathize with auras like the 'Holy Kara'. Although they cannot transmit memories, they can share emotional messages.
This kind of communication, which is more profound than words, can make Sakota's gathering place as carefree as a paradise, and it will also become a constraint for Sakota when communicating with other races.
——After getting used to empathy, if you go to other ethnic groups where you cannot empathize, these 'angels' will appear to have a lower emotional intelligence, or be more neurotic.
"Those Sakota who can be assigned to be stationed in this world also have some experience in communication in this area. And didn't I say I won't stay here for a long time?" Lemuan said with a smile.
"There are not many staff members from the Pope's Hall who are here permanently, so it is easier to adjust your mentality. And you are wrong. There are also many colleagues in the God Blessing Music Class who can empathize with us."
"oh?"
"Don't underestimate the possibility of another world. There are quite a few time travelers here. There are even angels with pure energy bodies, and there are also Digimon hiding in the light screen like the one in your terminal."
"Can you see Witchmon?"
"It's just that the office terminal keeps showing that there are abnormal data units nearby. This situation is usually caused by digital beings."
“It can be described as the wisdom of a public official.”
"So can she come out and say hello? I would like to say hello to her."
"I'm afraid not. She is very repelled by God's Blessing Music Class."
"I heard from my colleagues at the temple that the holy light coverage here is already at its lowest level, and even pure-blood demons will not feel uncomfortable."
"Of course, I can attest to that, but it's mostly a matter of atmosphere."
