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Chapter 302 NO.65 Witch Beast: A Little Kimo
Lei Miao... Lei Miao... Xiao Le...

Remulle?
Can Angel's family?

As far as hair color is concerned, it really doesn't look alike at all.

Omer looked at the Sakota girl in front of him again, suppressed the complaints in his heart, and just greeted with a slight smile:

"If you want to talk about taking care, it should be the other way around."

"As my senior in Penguin Logistics, Lingmei's enthusiasm and energy really helped me a lot."

"If so, I feel relieved."

There are obviously a lot of messages that Neng Angel chatted with her sister. Although she did not introduce herself, Lemuian was not surprised by Aomer's smooth answer. .

"Then the service you want to handle is related to this young lady?"

"Did you see anything?"

As long as you want to get things done quickly and satisfactorily, don't put seating in the office where others can rest.

Remule, who saw Aumere's unenthusiastic demeanor, was a little helpless: "Don't you feel awkward getting along with her?"

A demon who cannot make ends meet has not lost his wisdom in life due to frequent busyness and fighting.

"It is indeed a rare fate, especially considering the premise that you are not here often."

"Please wait a moment." As Leimuan said, she raised her hand and checked the office terminal placed in front of the desk. She typed skillfully, and soon there was a result.

Politeness is polite, but as a customer being served by the staff, there is no need to refuse.

This is the confidence that a person who wants to cook for five people including himself at the same time should have!
"But when it comes to the topic of getting along, won't Miss Lemuane feel awkward?"

Although the tone was not strong, it was a sincere compliment, which also made Lemuen, who was sitting on the wheelchair opposite, smile and say, "Is that so? Those artificial angels in the Gospel class were cultivated in the nursery in the backyard. I am willing to sit One of the reasons for being here, oh,"

But no matter whether it is the client or the employees, even if they have a halo on their heads, they may not be able to 'empathize' with angels like Remulle.

Instead, he smiled, feeling quite like an elder with a shy child.

"Where's Miss Ma Niang?"

"Good boy."

"I'm a little curious about her staff."

"There are not many staff from the Pope's Hall, which is also convenient for adjusting their mentality, and you are wrong. There are also many colleagues in the God's Blessing Music Class who can empathize."

"That's not true, I haven't reached that level of randomness yet." Omer shook his head.

"But I thought you would choose black tea."

Even if Homa himself doesn't expect the hot tea here, but for the sake of bourbon, he has no reason to bring people to stand there as punishment.

"But I really didn't expect to meet you today." She said, handing over two cups of green tea.

"It's not impossible, as long as they have a large enough figure and a "beast" heart."

"Same as Master."

"Thank you." x2
The same calm voice thanked at the same time, it is not clear whether the trainer influenced Ma Niang, or Ma Niang influenced the trainer.

"Here, you Lateran people's empathy ability probably doesn't have much room to play, right?" Omer turned his head and glanced at some monks, angels, and even knights passing by the door.

This premise must be that the other party is really that kind of vulnerable group.

He even prefers the more expensive Sabara Gamois and Qimen teas. Without coupons, Homa really doesn't want to buy them.

—that would only send a signal that could wait a long time.

"It's just that the office terminal keeps showing that there are abnormal data units nearby. This kind of situation is usually a digital life."

Among the several departments here, the purification department is obviously not busy enough.

"Green tea, thank you."

"You can't underestimate the possibility of another world. There are quite a few traversers here, even angels with pure energy bodies, and there are also Digimon hiding in the light screen like the one in your terminal."

Omer nodded, not disappointed: "Then please confirm the procedures for me first. I made an appointment two days ago, and the time is ten o'clock in the morning."

These words made the cybergirl on standby turn her head and look: "Then Master's attitude every time he drinks the black tea from tachyon players is..."

"But Satan is not a monster." Lemuane smiled helplessly, "Or do you think gods and demons are also monsters?"

"Oh!" Lemuen, who was still turning over the tea leaves, turned her head the moment she heard the words, and the wooden fence of curiosity shattered in a single address.

After all, for employees with rich office experience, there is a special experience called "extra seat".

Only the teahouses who are also coffee parties always show some subtle eyes, turning their heads and silently grinding coffee beans.

"As for the two of you, the biggest problem is probably that when ordering food, everyone shouted 'casual'."

"Eh? Is it alright to say that to the counter?"

"Oh?"

"Isn't it my friend's sister? But you're not in this position, are you?"

"Sakota, who was arranged to be stationed in this world, also has some experience in this aspect of communication, and didn't I say that I will stay here soon?" Lemuane smiled.

The sudden inquiry made Homa turn around, and stopped Bourbon who wanted to help.

"It's really honest. I also understand why Mostima mentioned you."

"Please use."

Not to mention those disposable cups—

"I came from my hometown through the Rhodes Island resident, and I have met those few people a few times. Their existence perfectly fits your definition of monsters."

This kind of communication, which is more profound than words, can make Sakota's gathering place feel like a paradise, and it will also become a hindrance when Sakota communicates with other races.

"I do have the idea of ​​visiting, but I don't have time for now."

She is generally willing to communicate, although the wheelchair and expectations gave her a quiet first impression, but Homa can fully see some familiar flickering in her eyes.

"Good tea."

But Homa's response was probably the least fun she could imagine:
"The subtle mechanical way of speaking and addressing is one of the key points that I regard as abnormal and try to correct. In addition, there are unreasonable negative effects on mechanical products."

Omer subtly retracted from the girl's wheelchair, and then looked at the wall behind her original seat, where there was still an extremely heavy and mechanical bolt handle hanging there.

The flow of people here has always been quite large, and there are people walking around outside the door all the time, but no one comes here.

"Xiao Le said that a colleague of Sarkaz, who is similar to Ms. Ke Song but more interesting, came to Penguin Logistics. Mostima also said that he helped Mr. Emperor recruit a very interesting Mr. Demon, who is clearly a mercenary. But he was working as a trainer in Teresan."

"Okay, trouble."

This answer stunned the pretentiously frivolous pink-haired wheelchair man, and then said subtly: "...Although it is a bit unexpected, it seems reasonable."

Lemuen obviously didn't care about this, or maybe it was because the treatment in the private office was both clean and boring.

"Yeah, the job card also says temporary errand, I'm actually here, and I don't even stay here often in this world."

The service of a girl in a wheelchair is really worrying, even the expressionless cyber horse girl can't help being shaken, but...

Not only Lemuen, Bourbon was also quite 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 at the cafe.

But for an angelic girl who can stand a pump-action shotgun on the side of her wheelchair, the wooden fence is too flimsy.

"Yes, Master."

It is very consistent with his imagination of Rutland in the integration of intelligence so far.

"Is the relationship between Miss Lemuane and Mostima good?"

"What's awkward?"

"No, it's just a subconscious guess." The Sakota girl smiled generously, compared to her overactive younger sister, she seemed much quieter, "My learning of divine arts here is more about commanding than purification. "

"Then please wait for a while, sit on the sofa next to you, and allow me to make a cup of hot tea for you two."

Watching the tea leaves tumbling in the boiling water, Lemuane looked back at Homa, and then at Miura Bourbon who seemed to choose to stand by silently because a trainer was talking.

She accepted this fact.

It was a curiosity her sister never hid, and she just added a wooden fence.

"I used to be an old classmate, then an old teammate, and then an old boss. Now...the position level is really difficult to assign now." She blew on the tea in her ceramic cup, and then took a sip, "Why? ? You want to learn about her from me?"

There are always opinions about eating and ordering.

"It's not unacceptable, keep it secret, Bourbon."

"Yeah, Xiao Le likes to talk about Penguin Logistics. I also mentioned that you have directly arranged several types of coupons for Ms. Ke Song in the channel."

Probably because many clients were 'taken away' by formal hospitals.

——After getting used to empathy, these 'angels' will appear more or less 'low EQ' or 'neurotic' when they go to other ethnic groups that cannot empathize.

"Also, the premise of same-sex repulsion must be that both parties can have relatively intense conflicts."

"Yes." Omer nodded slightly.

For this kind of service involving medical level, there will be a small part of the fee discount through the registration channel of the firm.

"I made an appointment in the name of the firm, is it an appointment for soul detection and purification?" She confirmed.

"Oh?" Omer thought for a while, and then said, "Because of coupons?"

"Do you prefer green tea or black tea?"

Although the name of God's Blessing music class clearly reveals the majesty of the gods, the main style is people-oriented, which can be seen from the sofas placed at the registration desk.

"On the contrary, I feel quite relieved."

This alien race of angels named Sakota has the ability to empathize with the aura like the "Holy Kara". Although they cannot transfer memories, they can share emotional messages.

"Can you see the witch beast?"

And after leading Bourbon to sit down in front of the side-by-side sofa, Homa's eyes wandered around the office, subconsciously 'reading' the traces here.

Tachyon always thought that Omer admired the delicious black tea she brewed, so he had a high tolerance for possible drug use.

Homa, who took another sip of tea, looked at Miss Remuyn again.

Looking at the tea leaves floating in the disposable water cup, Omer lifted the cup and took a sip.

The latter was making a cup of tea for herself, but without making any movements, the wheelchair brought her closer again.

"It was actually prepared for another racehorse lady, she is very fond of black tea."

"I believe they also told you about my intersection with monsters."

"It can be described as the wisdom of public officials."

"Beast...then maybe he really counts," the girl raised her hand and rubbed her chin, "but if you're interested in monsters, you should look for Miss Nian and the others instead of Mostima, right?"

"So can she come out and say hello? I'd like to say hello to her."

"I'm afraid not. She is very repulsive to God's blessing class."

"I heard from my colleagues in the holy church that the coverage of the holy light here is already the weakest, and even pure-blooded demons won't feel uncomfortable."

"Of course, I can attest to that, but it's mostly a matter of atmosphere."

(End of this chapter)