Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

PS: There will be one more later, there will be mysterious characters, Li Lin who has not shown his face for a long time has also appeared again

"How did you come?"

Roland bluntly questioned, this arrangement has exceeded the unexpected level, suspicious smell can be smelled.

"I'm really sorry to disturb your happy life with your left and right arms."

"Tristan..." Pasifal smiled bitterly and dragged his poisonous companion, and then said: "The annual leave is coming to an end. The recent work is basically over. The adult notified us to take the annual leave and accompany Take a tour of Rudes, and see if you need any help in your life."

"It's really thoughtful."

He smiled quietly on his face, and his stomach said, "The ghost believes that the armpit is black."

Both Parsifal and Tristan are officers who have already served in the Defense Forces. With the continuous increase in armaments and high budget allocations. Even if the Defence Forces are not [Yueyue Huoshuimujinjin]-type high-strength coupling work, even if the serving officers are on vacation, most of them stay in Yalfheim.

They may simply come out to meet and play with their old classmates, but it is more likely to be a special arrangement.

Personnel changes? Is it something else?

After pondering, Roland asked lightly.

"Is anyone else coming?"

"Ah, and--"

"Pasifal, the code."

Tristan uttered aside, Parsifal threw his tongue helplessly at Li Lin, and gave an understanding smile to this somewhat naughty action, Roland secretly stunned.

Tristan tried to get some relevant information from Parsifal, but Tristan intervened.

Even whoever comes is highly confidential, and even higher-density information-things such as troop movements and personnel changes, do not even want to inquire.

Understanding this, Roland stopped talking for now.

Feeling a little awkward in the atmosphere. Parsifal, who decided to break the deadlock, turned to the ladies behind Roland and owed a little to salute:

"Meeting for the first time, Miss Gloria Tellier, Miss Vernia Langebel. Kurt Pasifal below, this is Tristan Wiltersbach. As you can see. We A former classmate of Roland and an employee of VE."

Narrowing his eyes, the teenager with a business smile is no different from the bottom-level workers in the fried chicken pavilion. Gloria still subconsciously noticed that this self-proclaimed Roland classmate. The boy named Kurt Parsifal did not match his black suit and black tie.

I can't smell the cheap smell of oil, and I don't have that puffy air. More importantly-the back and standing are too straight.

Without that gangster, the gangster would raise his head and raise his chest unconsciously, his **** close to the seam of the trousers, and stand like a javelin. What kind of training can accumulate this kind of cultivation?

In addition to the appearance, the familiarity with them in the language also makes Gloria uncomfortable, and the rogue will not have a developed intelligence network that seems to know everything.

"Mr. Parsifal?"

"No, sir. Tristan and I are single."

Glancing at Roland who wanted to say something, Parsifal smiled narrowly, and a calm chirp came from behind.

"Unlike a guy who will receive a lot of girls' gifts when they arrive at the Valentine's Day, we always play the role of supporting and remaining men."

"Tristan. You guy..."

Looking at Tristan, who is now slightly taller than himself, Roland couldn't help but recall how he insisted on drinking milk every morning and evening.

From the beginning of the military school period, Tristan has always regarded himself as a competitor, learning, internship, physical training... even height is a competitive project. In order to overwhelm Roland in height, Tristan, who clearly hates milk, insists until now. From the results, the effect is quite obvious.

Of course, Roland has an advantage in the opposite sex.

"Really? A gift for girls?"

"Or the gift of a lover's sacrifice?"

Parsifal and Tristan took a step back at the same time. The ladies squinted Roland's eyes with frost, and at the same time there was a breath of murderous radiation radiating all around. It was already very clear how much trouble this kind of feminine murderous would bring. They moved completely out of instinct. Roland's attention was completely ignored.

"Sorry, Roland."

Parsifal waved his hand regretfully, and Tristan added coldly.

"As long as it happened between you and the woman, it wouldn't be a good thing to get involved."

"Wait! What does it mean that there is no good thing?! Hello...!!!"

The ladies who wanted to pull the two unscrupulous guys back to stop for a while, the powerful ladies had already pushed them up.

"before that--"

"Tell me about you and women? Grand gentleman Roland?"

"This... listen to me..."

Parsifal shrugged to Tristan, instructed the porters to move Roland's salute away, Tristan also turned around, and the murderousness behind him was so high that he could not stop to stop...

Do you want to take out the greetings and gifts from the female students? In terms of male self-esteem, it is very uncomfortable. If you look at the joke, it's pretty good.

Tristan thought seriously, looking at the almost substantive black murderousness of the ladies, and shook his head firmly.

If you do that, you will see the color of Roland's internal organs...

With a sigh, Tristan intervenes between Roland and the opposite **** like most solutions when encountering such things in the military school.

"Three people, this is a public place where the crowd gathers, if you flirt and flash..."

Flipping his lips to the side and following Tristan's movements around him, cold sweat began to flow from their heads.

"Under the sun, the courage is not small..."

"Damn, so envious..."

"Do you look down on singles, do you want to fight?"

"Burn the heterosexual..."

"burn--"

"burn--"

The torch of the FFF group is about to reach the ignition point, the eyes of the bachelor group are shining, there are several people wearing white pointed caps, and the torture stand is about to erect...

"If you don't want to cause trouble, go ahead."

With a long sigh, the desire to laugh was suppressed, Tristan turned and left the waiting hall, and Parsifal and the sweating three immediately followed.

There is a parking area next to the train station dedicated for rental carriages. Passengers can easily find a rental carriage with luggage to go to the hotel and hotel. Just when Roland lamented that Rudes finally revealed a modern atmosphere similar to Yalfheim, leaning on the rental Another cross-dressed green bamboo horse beside the carriage made him feel unusual.

"Yo. Young Master. Is it fun to run away from home?"

Wearing a black suit of the same style as Tristan, wearing a stylish octagonal cap. The normal-looking young man, just like a rogue in the depths of the alley, greeted Roland with a slippery oil tone.

He actually received a comprehensive and systematic education in etiquette. Before coming, he took a shower, sprayed men's perfume, and changed into a clean suit. ~www.readwn.com~ As long as he has the consciousness, he can be as graceful as a good-looking child from a famous family. .

It's just the nature of the beast in his bones, plus he likes the unrestrained atmosphere with Roland very much. All the work of disguise disappeared with a cynical smile.

Looking at the fierce eyes, Roland murmured:

"Really...a grand welcome ceremony..."

A good friend of the sweetheart, the military school always competes with him and Tristan for the top three enemies of his age. After graduating from the military school, he nearly passed the test of almost no one by virtue of nearly crazy efforts. He put on a black uniform and became a glorious guard. Now he is a member of the independent squad [Human Wolf Force (lf)], the elite among elites.

A mixed race of humans and orcs-Caspar Georgsky.

Gathering of heroes.

The word flashed through his mind, Roland clenched his molars secretly, and a sharp sound of collision came from Dirandal in the waist. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)