"well……"
Looking at the red-haired angel jumping around in the stall in front of him, Tohsaka Rin let out a long sigh.
"You're so energetic, aren't you?" Omo, who was sorting the black tea at the side, asked without raising his head, as if he had already seen the scene.
"I'm only twenty-five..."
As a woman, Miss Tohsaka obviously lacks awareness of age protection.
However, facing Omo, the effect of this protection is limited.
As long as he is not more than 100 years old, Omer's guess can have a 70% success rate in judging the true age of that young face based on his behavioral habits and way of speaking.
Well, it’s only 70%.
There are always some older people who are exceptions, as if they have not made any progress, and their speaking skills and way of doing things cannot show the accumulation of experience.
"Age is not important, Miss Tohsaka. What is important is whether you often work overtime."
"I thought you were going to say it's the mentality that matters."
"People who often work overtime have no mentality to talk about."
"oh oh……"
Thinking of his teacher who always frowned, Tohsaka Rin was stunned by the courage of the other party when he said this.
"May I ask, what is Mr. Linton's age?"
"nineteen."
"Nineteen..." He muttered in a low voice. Tohsaka Rin, who had lowered his head to select goods, raised his head again, and his voice suddenly raised an octave, "Ah? Nineteen!?"
"There's no need to be so excited, Miss Tohsaka."
Omo had already seen Mostima and Texas, who were following the Angels not far away, turning back, while Lapland was still looking around.
Is there any binding relationship between these four people?
Mostima looked at the Angel, and Texas looked at the Angel, and at the same time looked at Lapland, and Lapland would never let Texas out of his sight.
It's like they are watching each other.
Omer could not see the "Penguin Album" in the memory of another world, but this subtle connection had never been seen in more than ten years of observation.
Opening a new picture book belongs to yes.
However, when you are using others to create a illustrated book, others may not be using you to create a illustrated book.
Just like Tohsaka Rin who was startled at this moment, and the communication that suddenly lit up on the light screen:
Mostima: [Are you only nineteen years old? 】
Lapland: [Real or false? 】
These two private messages made Omo silent. He looked into the distance and saw three people looking at him. The one who just stared at him but didn't send any messages was Texas.
I thought you were so focused on following each other, why are you still eavesdropping?
Homais thought that overly acute hearing was a liability and should be assigned to an operator.
Or maybe it should be handed over to two people who are supposed to be sharp, but appear to be more crotch-
Miss Shihuaiya, who is technically a tiger, a demi-human cat, walked over from the next stall and asked: "Eh? What did you guys talk about just now?"
And Miss Ling, as the incarnation of the Year Beast, as a player of the Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Company whose combat power is erratic but capable of ranking in T0, is also asking with a smile:
"What's wrong? What nineteen?"
Well, she heard at least nineteen.
As for what I haven't heard before, her face is flushed and she is quite charming, but she can also be called a Jiu Mengzi, so let's forgive her for the time being.
Among the teams of Penguin Logistics and Rhode Island Special Agents, only Miss Xi and Mr. Undertaker had no intention of accompanying them for shopping and stayed at the Clock Tower Branch.
Although the handover has been completed, Penguin Logistics will not be responsible even if something goes wrong.
But for the time being, we still maintain the argument that we will continue to be stationed.
After all, in addition to the biological organization of ORT, there are also several monsters temporarily placed there.
Wait for people from the Yuechi Logistics Branch to feed, clean, and confirm the status of the monster before continuing to transport it.
Although Undertaker's strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, Ormer defines him as a liaison.
Canaan City is a place with a strong religious style and is also home to the headquarters of the God's Blessing Sound Class, so the identities of Mastima and the Undertaker are quite convenient.
It is also a pity that Miss Fiametta, Miss Shirter and Ms. Jela are not included in the deployment, otherwise Omo would have been included together.
The only thing he wanted to build was strength, the power to compete head-on with monsters.
But Rhode Island was not prepared to pay for his fear of insufficient firepower.
Xi and Ling are enough - Dr. Rorschach said.
And to be able to drag Xi out, in addition to the tasks assigned by Rhodes Island, it also depends on Omo's own ability.
There is nothing I can do except "I won't let you walk all the time. You can freely arrange activities if you have nothing to do. The scenery in Canaan District is very different from that in Jiemen District." A promise of action mixed with the temptation of the scenery.
There is no lie. The tourism promotion of Canaan District is: a special planning area where theological style and romantic atmosphere coexist.
Not only are there many works of traditional Western architectural schools, but the humanities and customs are also very different from those in Jiemen District.
And while retaining these traditional buildings, there is no airspace restriction like the Jiemen District.
So there are a lot of floating cars and high-altitude projections here.
Below are the simple city streets, and above are all kinds of gaudy technological screens, and there are even airships with large screens mounted on them - this kind of old stuff that should have been eliminated from history long ago.
Omo actually doesn't like this kind of scenery, but if it were Miss Xi... I couldn't tell!
Anyway, just cheat first and that's it.
The rest is made up by moral kidnapping when something really happens (?)!
But someone would really have to attack the cargo box. It would be like the explosion of a building in the distance. Miss Xi, like Homao and his group, didn't pay attention at all.
Let's follow Omer's suggestion, use her fake and real power to strengthen the environment, and open a scroll portal that allows the mourners to immediately join together.
Instead of rushing to actually collect the scenery, I started painting inside the house from the scenery I saw on the road.
It’s not like there are no windows, but now it’s time to look up and marvel at the special “fireworks” outside the window.
It’s really special, even Omo himself was feeling emotional.
The special zone for the integration of politics and religion is awesome!
Even the building explosion was in the shape of a cross!
Um? Cross?
Looking at the huge and towering cross explosion cursor in the distance, Omo was stunned for a moment, and then...
"Miss Shi Huaiya, I can borrow the captain's authority." He raised his hand and took off the headphones from Shi Huaiya's ears.
"Eh? Okay."
"Member Mastima, calling the members of Mastima and Undertaker, have you heard the apostle's words in the God's Blessing Music Class? It's a large alien life form."
"No." The Undertaker's answer was extremely simple, and the content of this answer was also the reason why Homare came last when calling him.
Although they can all enjoy some basic and even advanced rights in the God's Blessing Music Class as angels from another world.
But the value of the mourner as the executor of the notary and Mostima's role as the papal messenger are ultimately much different.
Not to mention that The Undertaker doesn’t have a penchant for gossip.
If he maintains the persona of a cold and handsome guy and also likes gossip, then people will inevitably suspect that his surname is Chu.
However, Omer still called him out, not only to show his tactful skills of not playing favoritism, but also to judge that "if all the mourners know this, then this may be common sense in the industry."
And obviously, there is no such layer.
"Apostle? Are you talking about the existence in "eva"?"
"Hearing this from you makes me somewhat confused."
""Eva"? I know it too, I guess it was because I saw that that I changed the name to "Third Impact" for Fia!" Angel Angel suddenly interrupted.
The amount of information in this sentence was not large, but it also made Omer silent for a few seconds. He did not think about the topic of whether Liboli wanted to merge with Sakota, and automatically skipped it:
“…So, God blessed the music class to have them?”
"Yes, I heard Lemuan say that there are two placed at the headquarters," Mastima replied.
The second after she finished answering, Omo heard the explosion again, and turned back with everyone, looking in the direction where he and others came from -
That's the direction of the Clock Tower branch, with the same cross explosion standing tall.
"Walk."
Omer waved his hand without hesitation, holding Mefilas's card between his fingertips.
Even when everyone was still looking in his direction, everyone was 'decomposed' into countless squares from bottom to top.
His eyes went white and suddenly became clear again.
Already on the edge of ruins.
There was also a rainbow-colored barrier surrounding everyone, cutting off the heat that had not dissipated in the fiery red pit.
And Omo is still calling: "Player Xi, member Undertaker, can you hear me? Repeat, member Xi, member Undertaker, can you hear me?!"
Lin looked at the ruins slowly, and also took out his mobile phone.
She wanted to call the emergency number of the Canaan District Clock Tower, but she was in a hurry and kept typing.
"I can hear it." The mourner's voice seemed to be right next to him.
"Stop yelling, are you the captain? Why are you the one asking all the time?" Xi's impatient response made Omo stunned, and Shi Huaiya was even more embarrassed.
"Where are you?"
"Besides you—" Xi had just finished her answer when Ling, who was silent, was already standing next to Omo and squatting down.
"—at your feet."
"?"
Looking down at the dirty black painting he was stepping on and Ling who had already pinched one end of the painting scroll, Omo quickly took two steps away.
Then he faked a cough and put the headset back into Shihuaiya's hand.
