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Chapter 517 NO.100 It's Not Sure

In fact, once it was realized that Tver was down there, there was no point in continuing the conversation.

Go on, it's impolite!

after all……

The race girl, the basement, the door that keeps pulling...

Anyone who knows the consequences of the combination of the three can understand.

This is the domain of strange documents, and it is really inconvenient to explain it to an outsider.

Of course, the creation of strange documents is basically over-processing. A certain Omer trainer simply does not believe in the authenticity of the plot of the strange documents, let alone any basement door that can close the extraordinary strength of the Metronians.

After all, he had already tested the quality of several doors on the road, and they were all ordinary materials that could be easily destroyed by him, while the impact from the door below was a wooden door.

and so……

What are you messing up again?

When the demon pointed like a knife, piercing the door with a 'knife' and tearing it off completely, he stared at the embarrassed Metronian behind the door, and his dark red eyes after turning back into a human made him sweat even more.

"Tver."

His call without any ups and downs could make the Metron star stand up straight with a shudder, and salute: "Here!!"

Make Justis reconsider adding the 'very menacing' label to Mr Linton.

Or is it true in the intelligence records of the invading coalition forces?Is Mr. Linton really bullying Mr. Tweer?
If this is the case, then he can't sit idly by!

"Mr. Linton." The righteous super agent said.

"Mr. Justice, please come and fetch us."

But it was preempted by the opponent!
And it's such a polite and sincere speech!

This kind of politeness is rare in Chaldea. In the super agent's impression, even the nurses are fierce there!The doctor is even more lazy!
"Ah, I'm coming, but Mr. Tversk..."

"Oh, you are the super agent who was shot down by Black!!" Only then did he notice the face reflected in the open light screen of Omen, and the Metronite immediately yelled in surprise.

"..."

Justis, who was pointed at across the screen, didn't want to bother.

but……

When Omer glanced sideways at Tver, the other party shook again, and took a very stiff step, blocking the door.

Witnessing the other party's timid appearance, the super agent's justice was rekindled.

It is to use the name of Justis, and the name must not be shamed!
"That, Mr. Linton."

"I want you to concentrate on flying, Mr. Justis. I only have 13 minutes left, or should you report the coordinates and let me take him there?"

The heart of justice is far less eloquent than the devil's eloquence... The super agent couldn't help thinking this way, as if he could admit with peace of mind that he was completely inferior to the other party in terms of communication.

"I'm already above the Academy Square."

"Thank you for your efficiency, Mr. Justis, then...Tver."

When the words turned to the target, it seemed to lower the temperature a few times, causing the seafood to tremble again and respond loudly: "Yes!"

"I suggest you go to the cockpit, the next shuttle will be a little bumpy."

"Huh?" The sudden concern made Tweer stunned for a moment, and then he was a little moved again.

Then I heard another sentence: "Let's talk about how you locked yourself up later."

"Uh……"

The Metronians fled as if fleeing.

He rushed towards Justis, who hovered in mid-air inconceivably in the posture of a fighter plane. Perhaps the heart of justice can bring him a more direct sense of security, while Omer turned back in the pace of turning into a demon again. Looking at the horse girl who was still following behind before, with some vague outlines, but only outlines, like a spirit body.

He has already grasped the card of ghost lover, intending to use the concentrated resentment and the power of the devil to wrap the other party away.

But when he turned around, he only saw the silhouette waving at himself and the others, and then raised his arms high, completely fading away with that ritual-like gesture.

Even with the eyes of a devil, it is difficult to capture, as if blending with the world.

"..."

The black flame in the eye sockets swayed slightly, as if he had heard something vaguely, the devil just looked at the place where the other party disappeared, and had an intuition that they might meet again.

"Mr Linton, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, let's go."

Jumping up, flapping its four wings, the demon once again clenched the lower bracket of the fighter plane, watched the academy getting smaller and smaller as the fighter plane was rising, and suddenly looked up and asked: "Tver, what did you do before?" Are you conscious?"

The reason why he was unhappy with Tver was because the other party actually ran to such a place because he thought about strange documents, and made everyone run so far.

This unhappiness, especially after breaking open the door and seeing the guy's embarrassing expression, reached its peak.

Because the other party has self-consciousness.

If he is unconsciously stupid, let alone talk about the other party's instinct problems, Amo has nothing to say. After all, he also has a lot of negative emotions hidden in his heart. From the feelings when he first came to this world, he can conclude that the other party is probably in sleepwalking.

It's not incomprehensible for some strange operations of the subconscious mind.

But looking at that embarrassing look, it was clear that he knew what he was doing stupid, and the impression that he was okay was completely destroyed.

But thinking about it again, it seems that something doesn't make sense.

"No... I was dizzy before, I got here somehow, and then..."

"And then you met us?" The fighter suddenly interrupted.

Omer was silent.

"No, then I seemed to hear a series of spaceship-like sounds, and suddenly became more awake, and found myself locked in a very strange place."

"Weird?" The fighter continued to hand him the microphone.

"The door seems to be integrated with the space, and it doesn't move at all. I can't destroy it no matter what, and I can't make it huge."

"That's your subconscious, this situation is the subconscious bonus," the super agent has a say in this, "The world is changed because of your thoughts, but after losing the support, it is probably difficult to create what you want , but if you want to change the nature of something that already exists, it is still in the category of operability.”

He talks eloquently because he doesn't realize what his words mean.

That was the reason for the Riddler of Omer, still trying to save face for Tver.

This Metronian still has a face. Although the other party didn't know about the strange document, he remained silent.

The desire for the strange document in his heart is manifested and seen by others... Even if the other party is pure, it still makes him feel dead, not to mention that Linton's trainer must understand that he will react that way.

And he didn't understand why his subconscious locked himself up.

Very strange!

After being silent for several seconds, he was already sighing to himself: "Oh, that's Teresen, and it's the Central Committee!"

"I came here for the first time, but I didn't see a single horse girl! I think my subconscious still wants to see horse girls, not shut myself."

He still decided to salvage his impression points.

"Perhaps." Omer suddenly said.

This made him look at the display screen with some surprise.

Naturally, the camera couldn't capture the demon under the cabin, so his happy mood just now turned into apprehension.

Fortunately, the other party quickly added another sentence.

"Although it didn't work out, I believe you really thought about the horse girl, and even gave her a chance to make contact."

Tver: "?"

Mr. Linton was indeed a riddleman, the fighter recorded so in his on-board logbook.

(End of this chapter)