Release that Witch - Chapter 785

Chapter 785

After Scroll withdrew, there was nobody in the office except him and Anna .

Roland opened the half-completed textbook, planning to finish the latter half, but words seemed to elude him . For a long time, his quill in the air, he did not write a single word .

Roland noticed that he always involuntarily looked in Anna's direction, as though his eyes were glued to her .

"What's the matter?" Sensing his gaze, Anna put down the parts she was working on and smiled at Roland .

"No, nothing . " Roland slightly shook his head . "If you feel bored here, we can go to the backyard of the North Slope Mountain . "

Anna curled up her lips into an imperceptible smile . "I don't feel bored at all . I can finish the work here . Most importantly, I don't mind where I am as long as I can be with you . "

These words might bring the color to a maid's cheeks, but they just came out of Anna so naturally .

"Alright . " Smiling, Roland dropped the matter .

He knew Anna would never lie to him .

As Anna was the first witch with whom he got acquainted after coming to this world, Roland knew her quite well . Apart from a few academic discussions and pillow talks, most of the time Anna was quiet and poised, particularly when she was focused on her work . Roland did not think her a dull person in the least . Silence, to them, was also one means of communication .

Sometimes, a simple, occasional eye contact was sufficient enough for them to understand each other .

Roland decided to forget about the textbook for the time being . He put down the quill and started to study Anna's face .

Her side face always fascinated him . Her ash brown hair, which had grown quite a bit, tumbled down, revealing only a tiny bit of her milky-white neck . The azure in her eyes was as clear as lake water as ever . She was dressed in a puffy, pastel yellow sweater and a pair of comfy black flannel pants, looking dainty and airy . Roland was happy that he designed these modern apparels himself .

Since Anna had sliced the metal ingots (whose composition had undergone a precise modification) into palm-sized cubes beforehand, she would only need to process them with Blackfire in the office once they were delivered to the castle . Roland was impressed by how fast those metal ingots be converted to complete parts in Blackfire .  To some extents, the conversion was more a performance of art than a plain demonstration of Anna's ingenious techniques and skills .

These little parts, which appeared to be so insignificant, would eventually be delivered to the plant and become one of the key parts of a machine or a weapon .

It was definitely not an easy task . Roland knew very well that the length and the width of the Blackfire were both needed to be controlled by Anna's magic power . To summon several Blackfires and direct them to cut from different angles would be even harder than using both hands to work on two separate tasks simultaneously . It required incredibly high concentration . Probably, only a person as hard-working as Anna was able to continuously dedicate to and eventually excel in this job .

The girl, who used to practice fire manipulation in the castle garden, had undoubtedly changed a lot, but there seemed to be something still remaining the same .

The day slipped away unnoticed .

After night fell when Roland sank into a slumber with Anna in his arms, the other world just woke up .

. . .

Yawning, Roland turned to the calendar on his nightstand .

It was Saturday, October 14 .

Although time went much faster in the dream world than that in the real world, Roland did not come to this world every night . As long as he was not dreaming, time was frozen here .

Breakfast was ready when Roland entered the living room

"Why are you so late today?" Zero asked while chewing a fried dough stick .

"It's a weekend . Grown-people have their nightlife, so it's normal for me to sleep in . " Roland went into the bathroom and picked up his mug and toothbrush . "Are you going out later?"

"No, I'm writing my homework," the little girl replied . Then she said to him as much as to herself, "Nightlife? Come back home even earlier than me yet talk about nightlife . This old grumpy man is nothing but a loser with no friend or career . . . " Roland knew Zero said it on purpose, for the mumble was just loud enough for him to hear .

He almost choked on his mouthwash . Roland was very displeased to hear Zero call him "uncle", now his title had directly skipped to an old grumpy man? He looked himself in the mirror . His appearance was not so much different than in the real world . By the look, he could be no more than 23 or 24 years old . Although not splendidly attired, wearing only an undershirt and shorts, he could not be considered as a "loser" or an "old grumpy man" by any means .

Roland blamed the child's poor judgment .

He decided not to argue with the little girl but simply said, "In that case, I'll leave my key here . I need to go out later, and you should open the door for me . "

"Got it!"

By the time he brushed his teeth and washed his face, Zero had finished her breakfast and retired to her room .

Roland waddled to the table and turned on the TV with the remote .

He needed to meet Garcia today .

Within several months, he had pretty much obtained all the necessary textbooks and materials and had shoveled them to the bedroom . The only work left for him now was to copy them . However, the search for other memory fragments met some obstacles .

No tenant in the Apartment of Souls was willing to let out his room . To this date, Roland had only persuaded two tenants, but there was nothing valuable behind the Gate of Memory . There were over 2,000 residents in the apartment, but it was hard for Roland to collect large capitals just by selling armors, for armors are no real antiques . His act would probably raise as much attention from the police as he broke into someone's residence .

After a full reflection, Roland concluded there were only two possible ways: one was to increase his revenues and the other his reputation .

If he could be as distinguished as Garcia around Tongzi Street, he could then easily persuade his neighbors to move or rent his apartment . If he became financially capable, another solution would be purchasing the whole building .

Either way was a big investment, and currently, the more feasible way to access such big funds seemed to be joining in the Martialist Association .

According to Garcia, anyone who participated in hunting Fallen Evils would receive competitive compensation . If a skillful and powerful martialist was willing to partake in the operation, the association would give him full support . When Garcia mentioned about the remuneration, however, she looked quite contemptuous, as if she slew Fallen Evils just to protect human beings rather than for the money .

Roland spoke highly of her valor and gallantry . He then inquired about the detailed rules pertaining to the rewards .

If truth be told, Roland felt this organization, which boasted of responsibilities and personal dedication, sounded quite fishy . He somehow tasted conspiracies and shady underground business . Given that, he felt reluctant to work for them, and certainly would not work for them for free . He decided to be a member of the Martialist Association simply because this was his last hope after numerous fruitless, vain undertakings over the past few months .

When it was 10 o' clock, Roland put on a suit and took off . Although they were going to meet up in Room 0827, Roland felt it advisable to be formally dressed since this was, after all, an official application .

But no sooner had he stepped out of the room than he heard a screeching child's scream behind him .

It was from Zero .

The shriek apparently startled Roland . He turned around and found the little girl dash out of the room, frightened and unnerved .

"What's the matter? Is there a mouse?"

Zero stammered out, "There, there's someone in the room . "

"Someone?" Roland frowned and poked his head into Room 0825 . He instantly stood rooted to the ground .

In the center of the living room, which had been empty just a minute ago, stood an unknown woman .

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