My daughter is amazing

Chapter 164 162. Come on
Rolling back the discomfort, he carefully inspected the dog's body.

Doesn't appear to have any scars.

"Did you say something excessive to it, causing it to commit suicide?"

Luo Er asked the little donkey again.

The little donkey glared at him angrily, then slammed his head on his chest in protest.

Then, with sympathy and pity in its big eyes, it walked slowly to the dog, and let out a few sad growls.

Licking Dog took one last look at it, then closed his eyes, and walked very peacefully.

Then, its corpse quickly weathered into a pool of gray and black residue, just like other dead monsters, it became the nutrient of this grassland.

"Hey, it's too miserable to die without a whole body..."

Luo Er also let out a sigh of emotion, a bit like the death of a rabbit and a fox.

He was still young, and when he was still on Earth, he also tried to court the goddess in his class.

As for the ending...

Three-dimensional women are big pigs!

Still the wife on the phone!
When he came to this world, although he divorced the wife of the ship's mother, the wife of the Valkyrie, and the wife of the operator, he came into contact with more interesting swordsmanship.

Are you kidding me, how can a woman have fun with swordsmanship?

What's more, he later picked up a well-behaved, cute, sensible and obedient daughter.

"Fortunately, I already have a daughter, so I don't need to lick women anymore."

Luo Er whispered, rubbed the head of the little donkey, and mourned for a minute of silence for the licking dog who helped lead the way.

Afterwards, Luo Er rode a little donkey to the hospital to visit patients, and mentioned this matter in passing.

Orianna sat on the bed, wrapped her arms around her legs, then put her face on her knees, tilted her head slightly, smiled sweetly, looked at Luo Er eagerly, and listened to him quietly, her beautiful face slightly flushed.

It's not that she's shy, but rather depressed. This posture is a bit hard for her, it's too crowded...

It's just that this pose is very cute, with a little girl-like innocence, it can give her a feeling of being in love, and she can feel her heart beating faster.

After hearing Luo Er tell the fate of licking the dog, she also restrained her smile and expressed sympathy.

"I've heard before that the foreign race has a secret method to domesticate this kind of monster, but since they dare to domesticate such a dangerous thing, they must have emergency measures, like a remote curse?"

"The spy lost his hound and cast the curse, killing it remotely."

Luo Er sighed, hammered his thigh, and said:
"It's a pity that I couldn't catch that guy and let him escape."

"But... why do you know so much? Are you really just a physical education teacher?"

He asked again suddenly.

"Of course not..."

Orianna said dumbfounded.

She never said that she was a physical education teacher, it was all about Luo Er talking to himself.

"My true identity is a professor of the History Department of the First College, and I am also a historian certified by the Scholars Association, with relevant certificates."

She didn't tell Luo Er that she was also the Saint of Flame, and that her family was the largest publisher in the empire.

Because rank and the title of saint are meaningless to a strong man like Luo Er, and the power and financial resources of the family will make the love between the two deteriorate and become less pure.

She hoped that Luo Er would like himself as Orianna, not the Saint of Flames, Elena.

Luo Er did not doubt her statement, nodded and said:
"It turned out to be a history teacher. No wonder you know so much. I saw that your swordsmanship was not bad before, and I always thought you were a physical education teacher."

Historians in this world are obviously not the same profession as those on Earth. After all, archaeology involves various extraordinary events, and it is normal to know a lot.

Speaking of which, Orianna teaches history, and her daughter studies history. Orianna's swordsmanship is good, and her daughter's swordsmanship is also very good...

Orianna and daughter stickers?
Luo Er shook his head, throwing this strange thought out of his mind.

After chatting with Orianna for a while, he said goodbye and left to visit Anya in the next ward.

By the way, find Anya's housekeeper, Odo, and ask him to help convey the decision made by the Speaker.

Seeing him entering the ward, Anya greeted him with a smile, while the housekeeper who disappeared yesterday and reappeared today lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes, looking very guilty.

He actually didn't want to show up today, for fear that Luo Er would blame him for revealing his secret and stab himself to death with a sword.

If the speaker hadn't personally told him that he had a good conversation with Luo Er yesterday and believed that Luo Er would accept his invitation, he would even plan to hide for a few more days.

But as the speaker said, Rolle didn't embarrass him, and said with a smile:

"Please tell Mr. Speaker that I am willing to accept his invitation."

"Ah! That would be wonderful!"

The butler suddenly showed a relieved expression.

"The speaker also thinks that you will accept it, and he has already made various preparations in advance."

prepare in advance?

Is there a feeling of imperial decision and internal decision?
Luo Er couldn't help slandering in his heart.

"Mr. Roll, please come with me."

The butler said goodbye to Anya, took Luo Er on the steam car, walked through the streets and alleys, and finally came to an old city.

It is close to the city center and not far from the Imperial Clock Tower, but the surrounding streets and buildings are quite dilapidated. It should be the old city left over from that year, but it has not caught up with the later renovation and has become a problem left over from history.

Along the way, while driving, the housekeeper talked about anecdotes about the Gray Ghost organization in a chatty tone.

For example, this organization was actually a disabled soldier resettlement department in the earliest days, and it arranged some disabled veterans to do some simple clerical work so that they could support their families.

Naturally, the name at that time was not Gray Ghost either.

Later, with the rapid development of magic engineering, especially after the imperial spies recruited a group of craftsmen and scholars from the barbarians, magic prosthetics, a great invention to save the disabled, came out, allowing disabled people to be like normal people Activity.

However, the magic prosthetics at that time were expensive and ordinary people could not afford to use them. Therefore, the empire usually paid for the installation of disabled soldiers who had made great military exploits.

Then a certain minister suddenly thought that these retired soldiers with prosthetic limbs are elite and outstanding, and it would be a waste of manpower and financial resources to let them retire, but it would be unreasonable to send them back to the battlefield...

So the gray ghost, a secret service exclusively for the royal family, was established.

At that time, the people inside were basically composed of these veterans who had installed new prosthetic limbs. They were all powerful, brave and good at fighting, and they were extremely loyal to the royal family.

When recruiting newcomers later, they tended to be like this kind of people, at the cost of free prosthetic limbs, to earn those who are physically disabled and strong.

Today, although this organization has lost its former glory, the tradition of preferentially recruiting disabled people equipped with new prosthetic limbs has been preserved and has become a symbol and symbol of them.

That's why the instructor and the head of the group wondered if they saw Luo Er's left hand and whether he ran off to be a gray skin.

Although this operation sounds quite reasonable, it can be regarded as the maximum use of human resources, but Luo Er always feels a little uncomfortable listening to it.

Originally, I thought I was here to be the head of the secret service, but it turned out that I was the president of the Disabled Persons' Association?The following are all disabled...

When I think that my Broken Blade Swordsman Group has now become a half-disabled swordsman group, and then took over this kind of work again, I feel very wrong...

After the butler finished speaking, the steam car stopped next to a flea market, and then he led Luo Er into a dilapidated small building next to it, with a faded signboard hanging on the door:
"New Life Housekeeping Service Company"

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a few people wearing sunglasses sitting at the table pasting matchboxes, and some were weaving flower baskets beside them.

Full of the smell of reemployment of the disabled.

The housekeeper took Luo Er to a warehouse in the building full of matchboxes and flower baskets, and then turned off a switch like an electric switch by the wall.

The floor of the warehouse trembled slightly, revealing a dark hole with a spiral staircase inside.

"The conditions are not very good. They are all old buildings from decades ago, but they are better than enough to be hidden."

"To confront powerful scholars, both secrecy and low-key are necessary."

The butler smiled apologetically, picked up a flashlight, and led Luo Er into the hole in the ground, and the floor above his head closed automatically again.

At the end of the spiral staircase is a long and narrow corridor. Bright incandescent lamps hang on the walls on the left and right sides, illuminating the surroundings in a snowy environment, and you can also hear the continuous noise of high-power ventilation fans.

It really feels like an underground secret base, which is much more professional than the one dug out by the Restoration Sect.

But there is still a big deviation from Luo Er's ideal style of painting...

The workplace he imagined should be in a remote but beautiful suburb, an office building with a low-key appearance but a variety of high-tech interiors, and a young and beautiful woman with a standard professionalism sitting at the door. Smiling, the front desk lady in a short skirt and black silk.

It shouldn't be like now, nestled in the basement of the warehouse, with a few blind men pasting matchboxes sitting outside.

But... it's all here, so what can I do?

A man who looked to be about the same age as Luo Er, but with a more refined temperament, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and looking like an intellectual was standing at the stairs waiting for them.

"Hello, Mr. Otto."

The middle-aged man took a few steps forward, shook hands with the butler, and then looked at Luo Er who was next to him.

"Hello, Mr. Roll, I am your future secretary and assistant, Foley."

The other party already knew the news about Luo Er in advance.

Luo Er nodded, without putting on a leadership air, shook hands with the other party, and acted very accommodating.
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there should be more at night
(End of this chapter)