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After half an hour, the purchase was completed.

Weston and Meteora entered their own community with large and small bags, and a furtive figure followed behind them.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, a poor red-haired girl saw that the other person was about to lose her sight, so she had to deliberately amplify the footsteps to attract the attention of the two people in front.

Weston and Meteora looked back, only to see the girl appeared in front of their eyes with a seven-point panting and three-point embarrassment expression.

"Didn't you go to meet your creator?" Weston asked in surprise.

Wouldn't it be good for this hot-blooded girl to leave?

"No..." Selesia was a little guilty, lost and frightened and decided to return to this point. She left so confidently before, but now she tells the truth about her return, which is too embarrassing.

Meteora's eyes moved slightly: "Your creator Takashi Matsubara, I remember, is on Chiyo's side, but there should be no trams at this late hour, can't you find the route?"

"No, this..." Selesia scratched her face.

"I can give you a map to navigate," said Weston.

"..." Selesia secretly rolled her eyes at this magician who didn't know how to read words,

She wanted to say that this was not what she wanted.

Meteora saw the tangle hidden on her face and understood it.He asked directly, "Do you have something to say?"

Selesia immediately hummed, as expected only girls understand girls.

"That... that is, do you have a place to live?" Selesia said hypocritically, with a hint of shyness on her face.

Meteora looked at her blankly.

Seleja seemed to realize something, and blushed and waved her hands quickly: "I, I didn't want to disturb your magister's cohabitation, it's just that I just came to this world and I'm not very familiar with my creator, so I went to see you rashly like this if……"

"Understood, it means you don't have the courage to meet your creator, so you can find us a place to stay, right?" Meteora took the conversation, pointing to Weston: "I'm currently living in his house, as long as he nods it should be no problem."

"Eh? Men's home?" Selesia hesitated for a moment.

Meteora disdained such hypocritical people, and said lightly: "If you are with that princess in military uniform now, I can show you a way, but remind you, their accommodation is only in a broken warehouse. But this guy, there is a An apartment on the entire floor of the building. We have high-end bathtubs, comfortable sofas, and delicious food in the shower, but on the opposite side we can only fetch water by ourselves with a cloth covered. The wretched uncle squatting in the dark!"

What Meteora said at this moment seemed to be not a great sage, but an Altair black fan, and these words were almost nakedly seducing.

Weston immediately cast a puzzled look and asked "Why?"

The tired sage girl didn't want to say anything more to this guy. He had exposed all his trump cards. When the princess came in and took them all together, she might not even have the capital to resist.

At least the red-haired man in front of him has good melee combat skills, and can be used as the bodyguard of the two weak mages.

"How? Decide now!"

"Then don't bother me any more." Selesia originally had a hesitant expression, but when she heard the completely different treatment from the two organizations, she nodded immediately.

"Lord Stone?" Meteora asked.

"I refuse." He only wanted Meteora, and the magic book hadn't been produced yet.

Meteora, Selesia: "..."

The moment the camp was about to be formed, it was ruthlessly disintegrated by the cold three words.

This completely unreasonable way of playing cards, Meteora also showed a few more stunned expressions.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you stay for one night? She is also very tired." Meteora frowned.

Could it be that with his extreme idealistic thinking, a small group is the embryonic form of the future big cancer group?

"One night? That's fine. We won't be infected by your blood. Meteora and I sleep in the room, and you can only sleep on the sofa."

Meteora: "..."

"Thank you very much for taking me in..." Seleja smiled stiffly.

This perverted lolicon magician seems to be disturbing him.

Had I known it would be better than sleeping on the street.

Chapter 84 Alliance

Two days later, early in the morning.

Weston came out of the room yawning, and it was a pity that the dream disturbed by the urge to urinate was interrupted.

"Let's finish peeing quickly and continue dreaming! It's hard to dream about being with Riveria once..."

The figure under the blanket on the sofa in the living room disappeared, which Weston did not notice.

And when his hand touched the door of his own bathroom, opened the crack, and took off his pants, his lazy expression never noticed that a streak of red had already been imprinted inside...

Weston had never cared about the inch by inch of his bathroom, but at this moment the feeling of crowding was so clear.

He can no longer take a step forward, so far away from his own toilet.

He opened his eyes and looked at the figure sitting on the toilet in front of him in a daze.

The first thing you see is a scene of the uninteresting panties fading to the knees. Just shifting your eyes, you can see the white legs, and then the corner of the abyss is exposed.

His eyes didn't leave there, and he looked up stiffly.