"Hey, the call happened to be right. I happened to have something to ask you." After the phone was answered, before he could speak, Kassia's voice came from there.

"Uh...what's the matter?"

"The phone said it was inconvenient, so I'll come to my room. Anyway, you've just gotten up soon, right?"

Through the earpiece, Roland could feel the contempt aura coming from the other party, as if it was a sinister act for a martial artist.

"Then... OK," he thought for a while, and decided to go to 0827 to Tantan. If Carsia is in a bad mood, he can choose to talk about it another day.

After hanging up the phone, Roland ordered the three witches to wait in the living room for a while, and then one person came to the door of 0827.

"The door is not closed, come in." Gassia obviously heard his footsteps.

Roland pushed the door and walked into the living room. She saw the other party wearing a loose summer outfit, holding two glasses in front of the refrigerator. Her long wet gray hair fell on her shoulders, and there were still tiny beads of sweat hanging on her nose. She was wearing a pair of cartoon flip-flops under her feet. At this moment, she didn't look like a serious and self-reliant martial artist at all, but more like an ordinary college student who was enjoying the summer vacation. "What do you want to drink? Boiled water, tea, Coke... are all ice."

Yet, Jiasia's actual age is not much different from himself, and it is only a difference of two or three years old, he thought to himself. If he was not originally set by the dream world as a half-way dropout, working in a bar and losing his job, the landlord of the tube building who was extremely down and should still be in school now.

"Coke," Roland replied casually, "You just finished the morning exercise?"

"You think you're all as lazy as you?"

He was slightly stunned. He was so unprepared, but he still spoke like when he first met him. He felt uncomfortable without a few sarcastic words. It was a miracle to be able to live safely until now.

But after knowing each other for so long, at least one thing Roland can be sure of, that is, the other party is not in a bad mood at the moment... it can even be called a good one.

Is it related to what she is going to say?

"Here, ice green tea." Garcia put the drink in front of him.

"What I just said seems to be Coke..." Roland raised an eyebrow.

"If you don't have morning exercises, just drink less sugar-rich drinks." She said seriously as if suppressing her smile, "The evolution of natural power has nothing to do with body shape. Even those who look thin can burst out with powerful power. This also means that it cannot help you reshape your body. If you want to compete on stage in the future, it is better to pay attention. Martialists with well-proportioned figures will always be more popular than fat martial artists."

Since that's the case, don't list this option! Roland rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "So? You asked me not just to talk about body shape, right? And I said that whether it's a celebrity martial artist or a martial arts competition, I have no interest at all. Eliminating evil and protecting the world only requires carrying it, not fame, just let me be an unknown guardian."

If you become famous, you will be recognized wherever you go. How can you rob your family?

"Incredible..." Jiasia's voice suddenly lowered a lot. She looked at Roland and said slowly, "I thought this was the least likely to be said from your mouth. Of course, the master once taught me not to see what a person says, but to see what a person does. If I hadn't known that you did those things, I would probably only regard this sentence as a shameless boast, but... it was true."

Roland naturally understood what the other party was saying.

Since he tasted the sweetness of robbing the Demonic Demon, he and the witch Taqira have cleaned up the lowly Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic Demonic

During the day, Falti and others search and locate, and at night, he and the fighting witches deal with opponents. In addition to reaping the mutated natural power, they often get a lot of extra income. In order to avoid being noticed, he will only take away some cash or property that cannot be confirmed, and occasionally hand over some natural power to the Martial Arts Association.

After all, the association is also monitoring the movements of the demon fallen. If they find that a large number of demon fallen people die inexplicably and the natural power is missing, it will probably cause a shock, and it will be troublesome to involve him at that time. Therefore, it is better to take the initiative to give up some of the obviously exposed targets.

In addition, he also received the wanted orders and erosion commissions issued by the association. According to Garcia, he is the one among the newcomers who fight the Demon Fallen, even exceeds many official members. In addition, information shows that the Demon Fallen has realized the emergence of a strong enemy and is trying to find out his identity and whereabouts.

In other words, he threw a rippling stone into the upper echelons of Prism City and the group of Demonic Fallen, but he was not famous among ordinary martial artists and people. If Garcia had not been the guide of the region, Roland would not have known what he had done whenever he wanted to hand over the power of nature.

"Ahem...it's all for the matter," Roland cleared his throat, "Isn't this the responsibility of a martial artist?"

"That's right," Jiasia laughed rare, "This is the duty of a martial artist." She took out a piece of paper from the coffee table and handed it to him. "Congratulations, you have become an official member of the martial artist association. This is the new contract sent today, and you can sign the name and take effect."

"I remember being able to become a member by solving an erosion incident alone. As a result, I have completed less than ten or eight of the tasks. The administrative efficiency of Prism City is really low enough." Roland curled his lips and signed his name at the end of the contract.

"Because... the Martial Arts Association is an international organization."

"So I'm the same as you now?"

"No," Gassia shook her head and pushed another small notebook over, "to be precise, it's above me."

Roland opened the small notebook curiously, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, "This is it."

"Hunting license." She put away her smile and said word by word, "It only grants to extraordinary people who have outstanding talents in combat and are determined to fight against evil. There are no more than ten martial artists in this city, and the license issued by Prism City is about a hundred. As for its purpose and precautions, it is written at the end of the book. Remember that it is both the trust of the association in you and a greater responsibility. I hope you can persevere on this road until mankind wins the final victory."

It turns out...is this the thing she is happy about?

Most people may feel lost, jealous, resentful, etc. if they are surpassed by the newcomers they recruited... But in Kassia's eyes, she feels happy from the bottom of her heart, as if she has received this honor herself.

This made Roland feel a little worried.

Now Jiacia's perception of him is at the highest point, but the more he does, the more pressure he expects. He knows that the other party is cold on the surface, but he has a very righteous heart, otherwise he would not have helped the residents of Twin Tower to fight against the forced demolition of the Sanye Group. When he thinks about the misunderstandings that may be caused later, he feels extremely impressed.

"By the way, why did you call me before?" Jiasia took a sip of tea comfortably, "I've finished everything I want to explain. You can't have predicted this in advance when you look for me, right?"

"Well... there is something," Roland replied, gritting his teeth, "Can you go to my room?"

Garcia glanced at him in confusion, "It's no problem, but can't you talk about it here?"

"You'll know when you come."

"All right."

Roland took a deep breath and took the other person back to 0825.

Walking into the living room, the three witches immediately turned their shiny eyes to him.

At the same time, he felt an indescribable chill coming from behind
Chapter completed!