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Chapter 243 NO.6: Fragrant Sheepskin Roll

[Training log: 612, 6/29, sunny

Racehorse girl Miura Bourbon: Confirm the nature of its "curse", the psychological factors when using electrical appliances lead to loss of control of the source energy.

Strengthen training on skills.

Remarks: Under mental stress, it is easy to be guided to pay attention, increasing the proportion of practice in concentration

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Jockey Girl Manchester Tea House: Emphasis on the planning of corner training and the training of the last kick.

Remarks: The impeding source energy talent is very high

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Racehorse girl Ari Tachoko: Readjust the proportion of endurance training, and consider forcing her to follow up with Bourbon's morning exercise session.

Remarks: Curves are very talented, and can be used as a case of teahouse training]

The young man tapped on different note pages, and after the recording was completed, he flipped through the previous records. He seemed to have a headache, so much so that he raised his hand to his forehead.

Pay attention, this is the change in expression of a newcomer trainer when he is training three horse girls at the same time, as well as making up for weaknesses and even defects.jpg
Even the training and compensation haven't started yet, this is just a summary of the problem.

But with his mobility, it was obvious that late nights would be spent on these documents.

But why is it late at night?

As a mercenary, he currently has no commissions to deal with.

As a trainer, his job is undoubtedly what is on that screen.

Besides, what else can he do that can override the correctness of the training plan?

That was of course the phone call during the day.

Because of that phone call, Omer had to sacrifice his free time at night, and arrived at the smoky place like the foreign land of the boundary gate area alone again.

【Passengers, the sculpture impression station has arrived】

The sound of such a notification echoed, causing Omer to lower his hands, stood up, and walked towards the automatically opened car door.

Perhaps just in response to the phrase 'the criminal will eventually return to the scene of his crime to appreciate the masterpiece', the meeting place given by the 'businessman' is not far from the sculpture impression hall.

Instead of riding a motorcycle, Omer walked after taking a bus.

Even when he looked up, he could see the art gallery in the distance, and beside him was the isolation board that is often seen in construction sites.

Of course, the partition has nothing to do with yesterday's events.

All the destruction yesterday was carried out in the alienation barrier, and the reality has not been hindered. The construction here is the construction planned for the original development plan.

The Exotic Sculpture Museum is originally located at the edge of an art special zone, and Homa's location is the edge of the edge.

Here you can see the weeds overgrown and the long slopes that are left unattended, and you can even see the flickering street lamps struggling in the poor contact circuit.

At this time, Omer can slap the pole and inject the voltage increase that can be achieved through the basic lightning method without the assistance of the King Airi card, making it temporarily stable.

But what's the point?

Poor electrical circuits will not be repaired. There are many street lights like this left unattended, making the darkness grow silently.

There are many exotic places like this.

Wealth has never arrived here, prosperity has never come here, even the brightly lit tall stadium, its lights can't shine here.

There are only half-bright night lights hanging on the side of the road, adding a bit of soil for the development of supernatural stories to the already dark world.

But fortunately, this is not the end, it is just the road to the end.

So where is the end?

Omer glanced at the navigation on the electronic map, and turned his head to look at the old buildings that were too far away from the direction of the sculpture hall, and some disturbing human voices could be faintly heard.

That kind of ending reminded him of the place he visited not long ago when he was investigating negative energy monsters.

The same dilapidated, with the shadow of decay and old.

There will also be various gang groups.

Of course he wouldn't like a place like that, but it was a good place to hide criminals.

"I'll turn off the device next, no problem?" he said softly.

"It's not wrong to be cautious, just send back a copy of the memory data," said the response from the communication on the screen that was marked as the executor, "Morrison, you too, even if you are silenced by your adoptive son and the screen is turned off. If you see anything, you have to report to the Security Bureau.”

"Fuck, why do you acquiesce that I will be silenced and blindfolded by this bastard!"

The electronic vampire said indignantly, but obviously didn't have the guts to cross the network cable and fight the executor.

However, the tone of the two of them carried the casualness of acquaintances, and Omer declined to comment on this.

He just silenced Morrison immediately, and then asked the executor:
"Have you notified Rhodes Island?"

"Before the true neutrality of the Hall of Return is confirmed, Rhode Island's right to know is only reflected in obtaining the whereabouts of Kingsley Moore."

"In other words, it is still possible for me to chat with him and get kicked out by several operators?"

"Mao Sui should have some skills in self-recommendation."

"Although this is the truth, but this statement..." Omer turned up the synthesizer volume of Morrison.exe again, dragged the executor's call logo to the electronic vampire icon, and said coldly:
"Morrison, scold him!"

"You little bastard!"

It's broken, and Tamagotchi retaliated.
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Kingsley Moore is an Elf.

Also a business elf.

He is also an elf who doesn't care about meat and vegetarian diets.

An elf who had a good time in the Iron Jungle.

In his 86 years of life, he has always faced the stereotypes of alien races, and has seen the transformation of so-called tradition and anti-tradition, but there is no doubt that he is keen on a kind of free creativity.

Flexible thinking and free scale of value are the necessary qualities for a businessman, and they are also what he is proud of.

With this, he can always make a comeback.

Because of this, he often walks into a dead end.

When walking on the established path, but always want to open up a new path, if you are unlucky, you will end up in a dead end.

But he was very open-minded about it:

As long as you don't die, there is always a chance to recover.

Just like yesterday, he thought it was a failed attempt. Fortunately, his companions from the Hall of Return to the Source rescued him, so he still had a chance to save it.

He still has reserves to start a new business. At the same time, the mercenary named Omer Linton also made him see new value.

The unbelievable fit of the monster card alone is enough to be regarded as a valuable commodity by the "merchant", not to mention that the other party has also demonstrated further value-that is, the combat performance on the actual battlefield.

Kingsley never thought of himself as a fighter, but that mercenary had the aptitude of a fighter.

Of course, the more important thing is that he still holds his own property in his hands.

It doesn't matter if someone else makes a fortune, as long as he finds a way to make the other party create more value——with this kind of thinking, he will definitely not let the other party go!
As for the specific measures, not only took over the task of tentatively inviting the other party to join the Hall of Return to the Source, but also planned to cooperate directly with the other party.

He believes that the other party will accept it.

A mercenary, young, with the power of a monster that can make people quite emotional, and just starting a business-

——He has no reason to refuse the generous conditions he proposed.

Therefore, when the other party called in the evening and gave a definite answer and asked if they wanted to meet, he also gave a straightforward answer.

Meet?

Of course see you!

Compared with the agreement on the Internet, the written contract ceremony with the force of origin can really make him feel at ease.

This is also the only traditional aspect of his performance as an elf.

And such a contract was being placed on the table by him, with some oil stains and chopped green onions still on it.

This is the meeting place he reported.

A roadside barbecue stall on the side of the downtown road.

　Thanks to Yuntuu and Youyuzi Zhentaotie for their rewards.

　　thanks, thanks!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)