Chapter 302 NO.65 Witch Beast: A little kimo

Lemuan... Lemuan... Xiaole...

Remule?

Can the family of an angel?

As far as hair color is concerned, it's really not the same at all.

Omo looked at the Sakota girl in front of him again, suppressed the complaints in his heart, and just greeted with a slight smile:

"When it comes to caring, it should be the other way around."

"As my senior at Penguin Logistics, my sister's enthusiasm and energy really helped me a lot."

"If that's the case, I'd be more relieved."

The capable angel obviously had a lot of information for his sister. Although he did not introduce himself, Lemuan was not surprised by Omer's smooth answer. He just nodded slightly and then his eyes fell on the horse lady beside Omer.

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"Then the service you want to handle is related to this lady?"

"Did you see anything?"

This is the confidence that someone who has to cook for five people at the same time, including himself, should have!

"But when it comes to the topic of getting along, doesn't Miss Lemuan feel awkward?"

But neither customers nor employees, even if they have a halo around their heads, may not be able to "sympathize" with angels like Remuel.

"Does Miss Lemuan have a good relationship with Mostema?"

"But I really didn't expect to meet you today." She said, handing over two cups of green tea.

Omer nodded, not disappointed: "Then please confirm the procedures for me first. I made an appointment two days ago, and the time is at ten o'clock in the morning."

She accepted this fact.

The premise for this is that the other party is really a vulnerable group.

"Do you like green tea or black tea?"

"Beast...then maybe he does," the girl raised her hand and rubbed her chin, "but if you are interested in monsters, you should look for Miss Nian and the others instead of Mostema, right?"

"What's so awkward?"

"But Sartan is not a monster," Lemuan smiled helplessly, "Or do you regard gods and demons as monsters?"

The service provided by a girl in a wheelchair does seem to be heart-wrenching, even the expressionless Cyberman can't help but be shaken, but...

"Yes." Omer nodded slightly.

The sudden inquiry made Homais turn around and stopped Bourbon who was about to get up to help.

He smiled instead, feeling quite like an elder with a child who was afraid of birth.

"Okay, sorry for that."

"Xiao Le said that Penguin Logistics has a colleague of Sakaz who is very similar to Miss Croissant but more interesting. Mostema also said that he helped Mr. Emperor recruit a very interesting Mr. Demon, who is obviously a mercenary.

But he’s working as a trainer in Treson.”

"I do have the idea of ​​visiting, but I just don't have time for the time being."

"Here, there's probably no room for you Laterans to use their empathy abilities, right?" Homare turned his head and looked at some monks, angels, and even knights walking past the door.

"I used to be an old classmate, then an old teammate, and then an old boss. Now...it's really hard to determine the position level now." She blew the tea leaves in her ceramic cup, then took a sip, "Why?

?You want to find out about her from me?"

"oh?"

This alien race of angels named Sarkota has the ability to empathize with auras like the 'Holy Kara'. Although they cannot transmit memories, they can share emotional messages.

"Please wait a moment." Lemuan said, raising her hand to read the office terminal placed in front of her desk. After typing skillfully, she quickly got the result.

"But I thought you would choose black tea."

"Good boy."

She was generally willing to communicate. Although the wheelchair and expectations gave her a quiet first impression, Omer could definitely see a certain familiar movement in her eyes.

It was a curiosity that her sister never hid, and she just added a temporary wooden fence.

"It's not unacceptable, just keep it a secret, Bourbon."

As long as you want to get things done quickly and satisfactorily, don't put chairs in your office space for others to rest on.

“On the contrary, I feel quite relieved.”

"I believe they also told you about my encounter with the monster."

After leading Bourbon to sit down in front of the side by side sofas, Omo's eyes wandered around the office, subconsciously 'reading' the traces here.

Even if Homais himself doesn't want hot tea here, for the sake of Bourbon, he has no reason to stand there with others.

Tako also always thought that Omo appreciated the delicious black tea she brewed, so he had a high tolerance for possible drugging.

Looking at the floating tea leaves in the disposable water cup, Omo raised the cup and took a sip.

"That's not true. I'm not that casual yet." Omo shook his head.

"Oh?" Omer thought for a moment, then said, "Because of the coupon?"

"Yes, the job tag also says temporary duty. In fact, I am here, and I don't even stay in this world very often."

"It is indeed a rare fate, especially considering that you are not always here."

"As for the two of you, the biggest problem is probably that when ordering food, everyone yells 'whatever'."

"Sakota, who was assigned to be stationed in this world, also has some experience in communicating in this area, and didn't I say that I would not stay here for a long time?" Lemuan said with a smile.

"Please use."

"Same as Master."

"Yes, Xiao Le likes to talk about things at Penguin Logistics. I also mentioned that you directly took over several coupon categories of Miss Croissant in the channel."

The flow of people here has always been quite large, and there are people walking around outside the door, but no one comes here.

These words made the cyber horse lady who was waiting to turn around and look at her: "Then Master's attitude every time he drinks the black tea of ​​Team Tachyon..."

Homais took another sip of tea and looked at Miss Lemuan again.

"No, it's just a subconscious guess," the Sakota girl smiled generously. Compared to her overly active sister, she seemed much quieter. "My study of magical arts here is more focused on command than purification.

"

Not to mention those disposable water cups——

"It's just that the office terminal keeps showing that there are abnormal data units nearby. This situation is usually caused by digital beings."

Although the name of the God Blessing Music Class clearly conveys the majesty of the gods, its main style is people-oriented. This can be seen just from the sofas placed at the registration desk.

Lemuan obviously didn't care about this, or maybe it was because the treatment of a separate office gave him both peace and boredom.

Although the tone was not strong, it was a sincere compliment, which made Lemuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair opposite, smile and say: "Really? Those artificial angels in the gospel class were cultivated in the backyard nursery. I am willing to sit on them."

One of the reasons for being here,"

For this kind of medical-related services, there will be a small fee discount through the registration channel of the office.

You always have your own opinions when it comes to eating and ordering food.

"Where's Miss Ma Niang?"

"The appointment was made in the name of the firm. Is it an appointment for soul testing and purification?" she confirmed.

"Isn't she my friend's sister? But you are not stationed at this position permanently, right?"

"Yes, Master."

After all, for employees with rich office experience, there is a special experience called "separate seats".

But for an angel girl who can stand a pump-action shotgun on the side of her wheelchair, the wooden fence is too fragile.

"I came from my hometown through the Rhode Island station, and I have met those people several times. Their existence fully meets your definition of monsters."

"Eh? Is it okay to say this to the counter?"

“Good tea.”

Watching the tea leaves tumbling in the boiling water, Lemuan looked back at Omer, and then at Miura Bourbon, who seemed to have chosen to stay silent because the trainer was talking.

This answer made the pink-haired wheelchair man, who was pretending to be frivolous, startled, and then said delicately: "...Although it is a bit unexpected, it seems reasonable."

Among the several departments here, the purification department is obviously not busy enough.

Omer subtly withdrew from the girl's wheelchair and looked at the wall behind her original seat. There was also a bolt sniper hanging there that looked extremely heavy and full of mechanical feeling.

Politeness is polite, but as a customer, there is no need to refuse the service provided by the staff.

He even has a strong preference for teas from Sabaragamuwa and Qimen, which are relatively expensive. Without coupons, Omo really doesn’t want to buy them.
To be continued...