Chapter 72 When adults are chatting, children usually lower their heads and play with their mobile phones.

Omo, who parted ways with Bize after a few stops, did not go home immediately. Instead, he went to a nearby market for a walk. While walking around, he contacted the community property management company to apply for a parking space, and then carried a few bags of food.

I returned home with two bags of duck blood.

Bize's declaration as an empty-nest man not long ago seemed to fall on him, and the darkness he saw when he opened the door blocked his subconscious greeting.

Do you seem to feel a little lonely?

As soon as he had this thought, he heard an extremely natural voice shouting:

"Oh! I'm home! I'll go to my machine then! Don't ask me to eat!"

The terminal light screen that had just been activated and ejected retracted because the speaker was gone. Omer, who turned on the light switch in front of the entrance, was a little tired and wanted to punch himself a second ago.

Even if you are alone for a few times, you will still be tired forever.

"Not for you!"

After putting on his slippers and walking into the room, Omer did not forget to shout to Morrison's room, and then immediately heard the other person's voice coming from the terminal light screen again:

"Then who did you buy the duck blood for?"

Morrison still remembered that although this child could accept the blood, he could not say that he liked to eat it.

And the child is complaining that this vampire is really getting more and more accustomed to electronic life forms.

Just the speed of transferring from the terminal to the computer in my room and back to my terminal is incredibly fast.

"It's for the neighbor next door, what? He can't accept duck blood?"

Omer still remembered that there was Vlad III next door. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now he has another memory and realizes that the other person may not be too accepting of vampire-related things.

"You should prepare some normal meals. He is in a special condition and is not dependent on blood sucking."

What Morrison said made Omer a little surprised. It was surprising that his adoptive father knew this. It seemed that saying that they felt like old friends at first sight was not just bragging.

"If the situation is special, are there any other taboos?" Omer pretended not to know, carrying the ingredients and continuing to the kitchen, while stuffing the duck blood into the refrigerator.

He was told to prepare to receive the express message but there was still no response. He was going to wash the vegetables and prepare dinner first.

"Don't mention vampires, you just think of him as a paladin who was turned into a vampire by someone, and is someone who holds grudges about his origins! Yes, that's the kind of person!"

Looking at Morrison scratching his head and scratching his head, it can be said that he was thinking out of a hurry. Omer confirmed that Morrison really had a rough understanding of Vlad III's situation, and he shook the wet food basket in his hand:

"I understand. You can come with me later. I was planning to tell him about your situation."

After not seeing each other for a few days, his neighbor suddenly became strange and turned into an electronic ghost. It was with this in mind that Omo thought of paying him a visit.

If you don’t see anyone when you go out during the day, let’s talk while it’s getting dark.

With this thought in mind, I started preparing dinner, but first I waited for the terminal communication bell to ring.

"Well, yes, I will pick it up soon!"

After snapping the hang-up button, he quickly cleaned up the scene and hurried downstairs without even saying hello to Morrison's empty house. Omer's desire for genuine toys was so real that several freightmen unexpectedly came to receive it.

The person who placed the important order turned out to be such a cheerful young man.

This made Morrison realize that he would have to regret the big loss. After all, there are not many opportunities to put such a sincere smile on Omo's face, let alone say thank you with this expression. Even Morrison himself has never experienced it.

Once, and I still can’t remember the time.

As for Omo, who was carrying the new toy Abu and the new weapon, he gestured whether to press the switch, and then walked around the heavy-duty motorcycle painted in black and silver with a small amount of dark red for a long while, and then turned to test drive.

That's another thing.

As for where to put the car, do you still remember to contact me by the way on the way to buy groceries?

After locking the car and returning home at night, carrying a dangerous weapon that alerted other residents in the neighborhood, Omer finally put down the genuine toy that had troubled him.

I really want to press it, I really want to press it.

That familiar position, that familiar red button, although it has a mechanism designed to prevent accidental touch, but who has got a genuine tokusatsu toy and doesn't want to press the button directly.

But as soon as he presses it, he can achieve the achievement of completing the Jiemen District after Tianmen City.

The guys at Frontier Lighthouse can ensure that they are suitable for this thing. When the time comes, whether they transform into a giant Omer or a giant synthetic beast, they will have enough qualifications to grab the headlines and snipe the Eastern Derby fiercely.

In order not to offend potential future bosses, it is better to find an opportunity to book a space-specialized room at the training ground.

Just transforming into a demon is enough. When you have nothing to do, you can use your tail to sharpen your claws and sharpen your steel blade to pass the time.

Then when I came back to my senses, it was already dark.

This had already exceeded the original schedule. Feeling that he had been playfully pulled into the "Abyss of Fall", Omo learned from the pain and carefully placed the Beta Magic Blade in the supporting briefcase given by Frontier Lighthouse.

It has a built-in space compression array, which can be used purely as a briefcase. There is a magnetized storage box customized for the Beta Magic Blade.

It is said that like the card box, it can shield the fluctuations of the Beta Demon Blade's essence as a 'switch transmitter' and isolate it from all detection, but Omer decided that this was nonsense due to the inexplicable pulling feeling.

At least they didn't seem to consider their own special case at all when they experimented.

Whether it's a monster card or a Beta Demon Blade, he currently has some inexplicable feeling of pull, even if there is an isolation device boasted by the Frontier Lighthouse in between, but this feeling can be regarded as a 'qualification certificate' in a sense, right?

Omer is not too worried, but he is also considering writing it into the "product usage report" that is submitted once a year in the agreement.

It's somewhat of an anomaly, but it shouldn't be ignored completely.

Anyway, that’s it. Let’s cook first!

Homare stepped into the kitchen again. Although he no longer had to consider cooking a meal for Morrison, he thought of visiting his neighbors and was somewhat confident in his cooking skills, so he decided to continue cooking a meal for two people.

He carefully packed the box and called Morrison, who was reluctant to leave the 'battlefield' and seemed to have established a deep friendship with Captain BRAVO, and then embarked on the road to visit Dracula——

——To put it this way, it actually means going out, closing the door, taking two steps, knocking on the door, and speaking.

Then the door opened.

It was the unshaven, white-haired man with melancholy eyes that impressed Omer deeply. His appearance could not be said to be bad, he was even quite tall, but I just felt that this man's 'empty nester' value was higher, so that impression was different.

That's why it's subtle.

Especially after he explained his purpose of coming and showed Morrison on the light screen, the other party's reaction——

——The gaze that fell on his face and then on to Morrison was filled with the dullness and unfamiliarity of not seeing anyone for too long.

Really like an empty nester!

But fortunately, it is not difficult to get along with them in actual contact.

Although the main reason is that Omer did not mention the topic of vampires, and Morrison is mainly used as the "topic pioneer".

Secondly, the gifts and meals he brought somewhat diluted the embarrassment.

Although Omo spoke less, the atmosphere between the two of them was quite good.

By the way, there seems to be no other new Heroic Spirits registered at the Clock Tower, let alone other Romanian-related Heroic Spirits, so he is not taken seriously here alone.

When Omo heard this, he understood, and he said in his heart that it was right, that it was right.

Although the Clock Tower of the Federation of Terra just pretended to be the most famous name at the beginning, it was actually mixed with many strange magicians, dead apostles, elves, heroic spirits and other fellows from the same world.

There are even many members of the Hessing Sea and Atlas Academy, and they really cannot be treated directly as the hip-pushing organizations in my memory.

But now it seems that because the members are indeed mixed, there are hidden internal conflicts, and the personnel arrangements are indeed stretched.

I still can't see clearly about other aspects. I think before I came here, I heard from the dean of students that the Clock Tower was going to start teaching cooperation with the Institute of Energy Engineering, so maybe I could understand. Well, I got kicked, so it's okay.

A worried Omo watched the two adults chatting, silently took out the terminal and opened the class chat room.

I wanted to contact the students who volunteered to join the School of Energy Sciences to see if they could help me keep an eye on it in the future, but I unexpectedly found that there were a lot of unread messages in the chat room, and there were even new messages being sent.

This made him extremely puzzled.

After all, the class chat room is a social necessity. Except for those who are really trying to make ends meet, such as Bize, no one usually talks in it.

Everyone has their own small circle, not to mention that in some class groups there is even a class teacher secretly included.

Although there are no teachers in Omo's class chat room, the position of the rocket class is destined to make the students here all dedicated to study and do not like to chat here on weekdays.

So what are they talking about?

Omo scrolled down the progress bar in surprise. Instead, there was a short video at the top. He could see the familiar outline of the giant beast that almost made his hands tremble without clicking on it.

It shouldn't. It shouldn't. These guys shouldn't be so gossipy. Omo glanced at the profile picture of the video.

Tama’s! It’s Bize!

With the anger of being stabbed in the back by his brother, Omo continued to slide down. Surprisingly, there were only some text conversations.

【/Use 13

/castsequence reset=3 Fire Blast, Phoenix Flame, Solar Ray, Pyroblast, Scorch, Phoenix Flame, Bahamut's Wrath, Death Reincarnation, Skylight Reincarnation, Red Lotus, Burning, Lure

blast heat ray

Damn, this burst macro is better than my own manual control.

It’s broken, I can’t even play fire magic anymore]

[How come there are still people practicing fire spells, and the summoning skills are all mixed in? How many fire spells have you practiced?]

[Don’t scream, the reincarnation of death and the reincarnation of light are also included in the fire element. This was updated by the Mage Association last week!]
To be continued...