Omer took the coffee and took a sip of the familiar aroma, finally feeling more energetic.

Although some of them saw luminous objects reflected in the black slurry.

"The training plan..."

"After all-" "Trainer..."

"..." The two people who spoke at the same time were silent for a while, and then Omer raised his hand, "You speak first."

"Well..." The teahouse did not want the scene to turn into a back-and-forth refusal. He responded, put down the tray, and then raised his head to look at Omer again with his dark golden eyes.

"...Trainer, you have changed back."

"You can't always look at people like that," Omer knew what she was talking about, so he smiled helplessly, "Generally speaking, that's not flattering."

A top student in séance, with a perfect psychic physique, Chaza has been able to see ghosts since she was a child, and is attracted to ghosts. At the same time, Omo is not surprised that she can see the patterns of her own soul.

She could probably see the bound darkness from the beginning, and she could also see the demonic outline of Omer's soul.

As a demon whose bloodline has not been awakened, he lives and behaves like a human in society and pretends to be like an ordinary person for 19 years and two months. He is this young man who looks like a human.

It can be said that it is his leather sheath.

And that ferocious appearance is a reflection of his soul. His unfettered, unsuppressed eyes, sharp eyes, and cold and inhuman posture are his true appearance.

So when Tea House wanted him to show his darkness and not hide it, he responded directly by turning into a demon.

Moreover, the behavior in the base of the Invading Alliance was very different from usual.

That was also part of the little agreement.

As long as Omo doesn't hide it, Tea House can clearly see the shadow he wants to chase - and then bring him victory.

"But you kid..." He gently rubbed her head, and then combed back her crescent-like strand of hair, "Have you always hidden this hobby in front of Sunday Serenity?"

"Is it weird?" The waiter looked up at him.

Those eyes were innocent, but they were always chasing the darkness.

Even his usual dull performance has become an excellent disguise.

A well-behaved and sensible child, he has always had a different hobby secretly.

Considering that she has been chasing the quiet pace of Sunday, it is not difficult to think of whose influence it is.

But Omo was not in a position to say that.

He took a helpless sip of coffee and moved his eyes to look at the rain curtain again.

"It can only be said that they are relatively niche, but you still have to choose carefully. Not all shadows are worth chasing."

"Hmm..." The waiter responded with his head lowered and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"I just like the quality of coffee... like 'friends' and trainers..."

"Ah...is this really a type that can be lumped together?"

"...It's just the difference between mocha and black coffee, trainer...you want to guess who is who..."

"No."

"It's been a month since Sunday Tranquility kicked me off the screen. I'm afraid she's secretly learned the Yan style of kicking me."
Chapter completed!