"Excuse me, are you Trainer Linton?"
"it's me."
"...I thought I saw Miss Qianming here just now?"
"Yes, she went to find a darker place to sit."
"Eh? It's cloudy and overcast today."
"But maybe some things are just too harsh, especially here."
The deep voice answered softly, and the helmet lowered as if inspecting the sunglasses in his hand.
Why are you wearing sunglasses?
Compared with the iron hand wrapped in metal, which was several times larger, the sunglasses were as small as a toy, which made Junchuan Rein, who came to register, speechless.
She didn't intend to ask Trainer Linton why he was dressed like this. After all, the light seeping out of the glowing eye lenses and armor joints were already conspicuous enough.
According to the Treson information compiled by Omo, the beings with the most intelligence in this academy, excluding the three goddesses and inhuman beings like AI, are Rudolf, Digital Teacher Ellie, Miss Sunikawa and Otaku. teacher.
Among them, the digital teacher and Ms. Junchuan were tied for second place.
The ultimate in hobbies and the ultimate in work are really hard to distinguish.
Of course, no matter how rich the information is, it still won't work if you don't develop the corresponding thinking logic.
Although Junchuan Rein could see the reason for Omo's attire, he could not see the cause and effect from Omo's unabashed physical evidence. He just handed over the document in his hand and looked at it with some worry. Pointing fingers at him.
"Can you sign like this?"
She had informed Omer in the form of a formal letter that if she missed the school selection competition, it would affect the evaluation. Naturally, this meant that the selection competition would have rules similar to roll call - the one that determined this was the trainer roster in her hand.
It’s actually paper!
It actually has to be written by hand!
All I can say is that it fits Omer’s imagination of the dregs of the Far East after visiting the archives.
"Does it have to be signed in person? I mean, isn't it allowed to sign on behalf of someone appointed by the person's will?"
It is natural that I sign it. After all, from the perspective of energy contract theory, the signature of the party concerned has the effect of being related to the soul and existence.
As a half-demon who came out of the Demon Realm, Omo was certainly aware of this devil's theory.
Similarly, he also knows that this set of rules is applied to many documents and contracts. It can even be said that the reason why paper documents have not been completely replaced by electronic documents so far is that, in addition to confidentiality, electronic contracts must be given the power of energy. Special techniques are required.
That technology is not open source and is not easy to crack.
But according to this theory, only a few additional treaties that require the consent of both parties are needed to make the names signed by others entrusted by the parties to be effective.
The official appointment documents of the central trainers were obviously processed in this way - Omer knew this very well from the beginning, but other than that, especially on the stack of lists in front of him, he could not feel the slightest trace of pure-blooded people left behind. The 'smell of sulfur'.
After all, it is difficult for a clause that does not even constitute fraud to accommodate the devil's tricks.
Fraud is not lying. Lying is fabricating something that does not exist from reality, while fraud is another technique.
Hidden in the patterns are soul-grabbing clauses, and a declaration of betrayal is constructed between the lines. The devil's contract is established with these technologies, and when foreigners try to analyze their technology and give that coercive power to general clauses, they have to face That almost binding characteristic.
That's why this technology is so rare and so difficult to crack.
It will only appear in some extremely formal contracts involving large companies and organizations - reminding you to carefully confirm the content of the contract.
"Well, generally speaking we don't want to start this."
"Sorry for the trouble, Ms. Junchuan."
"Mmm...Trainer Linton is really, just this once!"
"Grateful."
Only at such times would Homae express himself in the most eccentric of ways.
Then he watched the latter look at his back, chest and knee position, then sighed, and when he was about to squat down on his own, he immediately squatted down and picked up the briefcase beside him again:
"Put it on top of this."
To be honest, he felt that a steady palm was enough to sign, but Miss Junchuan obviously had subtle self-requirements.
For example, the signature must be signed in a regular manner... But when Omer looked at her beautiful and concise Bader writing, he would sigh that it was not very regular.
After all, this is secretary hand, a unique glyph composed of short words that are smooth but difficult to understand. It originated more than 2,000 years ago and was used by a large number of middle- and lower-class clerical workers in the West.
Very efficient, but both writing and reading require special training.
It’s the same number as Tom Yam’s medical character.
At a glance, he knew who signed it, and Omo couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw it.
If Ms. Junchuan wants to avoid this and maintain fairness, she can at least learn to disguise her handwriting, right? It is obvious that most ordinary signature documents are almost as neat and regular as printing.
Not difficult to imitate.
For certain documents and signatures with special meaning, he would leave two strokes that truly belonged to him, like claw marks without any concealment.
But the other party signed it for you, and you still blame her for not signing it... Omo knew that he could only say this to Bize, Sunday Serenity and the others. When I mentioned the order, I sincerely thanked you again.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"I still think Trainer Linton has to work harder. Are you going to take that kid on a long trip today?"
"You can handle it remotely. There is no need to communicate with Renlong at the moment."
Or he can just rely on the origin of the Renlong card to forcefully occupy the line and perform a wave of window shaking, and the other party will have to answer even if he doesn't want to.
But the price may be the Tianchi tsunami.
Although I can't rush to him outside the screen, it's better not to cause any trouble to Miss Adele and the others.
"That's it. Even so, Trainer Linton, don't just sign and disappear."
"No, I attended class perfectly in high school, but I haven't had time to enjoy the unique class schedule of university."
"Ah, sorry."
"It's not worth apologizing. It's fun to watch some students struggle after college."
"Ahaha... Now that the registration is complete, I should go look for other trainers. See you later, Trainer Linton."
"Goodbye, Miss Junchuan."
"By the way, Trainer Linton." Although she said goodbye, Miss Junchuan suddenly turned back after taking a few steps, looking at Omer with a subtle expression, "There will be many people from outside the school at the training ground today, most of them are Media people and horse girl lovers, please be careful not to be seen by them."
"I was able to find you because some trainers and horse ladies reported that there was an unidentified armored warrior standing here. He probably wanted me to negotiate and drive him away."
"I can retreat and hide in the jungle."
"Uh...then no need."
It's really hard to imagine how frightened some sharp-eyed people would be when they saw the armored warrior hidden in the jungle. Junchuan's heart was almost sweating.
"You just need to pay attention to those strangers. I remember that you have always refused to be in the public news."
"Thank you for your reminder."
"You're welcome."
Nodding, Junchuan reins left without looking back this time. Omo could finally pick up the coffee cup and take a sip, and then watched the crazy emoticon sent to him by Representative Qianming flashing on the light screen.
He continued to sip his coffee nonchalantly while scrolling through the Umastagram forum.
The Changbai Mountain expedition team has not yet sent a communication invitation, so he is in no hurry to turn on the projector machine buried in the woods behind.
First, like the updates on the watch list, and then like the related topics. When I see the updates of #appreciatehorsegirl#, I habitually like them, and then I see someone retweeting #TRAISEN TRAINING GROUND JUST APPEARED BEETLE ARMOR. #, the movement stopped immediately.
He started to put the lid on the cup, picked up the briefcase, and headed to the woods behind.
Move, move, move quickly.
He was right to be alert. If he had slowed down a few steps, he would have been noticed by sharp-eyed investigators.
Then you will fall into the dilemma of being surrounded.
And among them, there will be a certain cosplayer who wants to 'call the police' for not knowing the rules, and the princess of the otaku circle (a compliment) who strictly scolds 'not allowed to have cosplayers who have nothing to do with horse girls in the land of horse girls' (praise).
The monster hunter cosplayer who ruined the beautiful atmosphere of the jockey girl community has been issued a warning!
