About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

Amiya tried to smooth things over, and Alina on the other side also nodded.

"Amiya is right, everyone calm down, we don't need to argue about this kind of thing, and most importantly, this matter depends on Orson's own thoughts in the final analysis, right?"

Alina looked at Orson with a smile.

"The truth is this, but Alina, why did your arm switch to the excited state..."

Orson swallowed his saliva. In his current state, if he was not paying attention, he would probably be dismantled by this group of people.

"How about...Everyone, go together?"

After a long silence, Orson gave his suggestion.

"—"

There was a moment of silence, and then everyone expressed their views on Orson's suggestion:

"Seems reasonable." "Good idea." "One thing to say, indeed."

Even Zao Lu said that although it was difficult to get away from Qiecheng, she would find an opportunity to kick her father as a scapegoat.

"call……"

Watching the atmosphere gradually cool down, Orson breathed a sigh of relief.But at this moment, the operator in the reception room just changed shifts, and pushed open the door of the meeting room.

"Well, because there are a lot of guests coming, the current dormitory configuration is not enough, so someone needs to share a room with Orson temporarily."

"..." "——" "..."

A brief silence once again enveloped the meeting room.

"I can accept it without difficulty. In fact, as Orson's attending physician, I can better grasp his recovery status."

Kelsey is firing on all cylinders.

"I... I can do it too! I can put Orson to sleep in his arms."

Rosemary raised her hand quietly.

"Olson, I won't say too many superfluous words, rat tail juice."

Tallulah said lightly.

"I can replace the air conditioner for cooling!"

Shuang Xing is already the type who is in a hurry and does not choose the road or food.

"Mr. Orson! I can do it! Do you want to eat first, take a bath first, or...?"

Ino looked at Orson and made a gesture.

"I, I, I pay 40W...!!"

Zao Lu made a very bad speech in every sense of the word.

The scene became extremely chaotic again.

At night—in Orson's bedroom—————

"Go to bed early, tomorrow I will study the specific content of going to Casimir."

"……it is good."

The Patriot turned over, and Orson on the side had a skeptical expression on his life.

——Have you seen this script somewhere? !

After complaining, Orson looked at the dark ceiling, and the doctor's figure slowly emerged.

I am [Chimera], an existence that survived by inheriting the legacy of the doctor.

That being the case...Of course I have to continue walking, not only for the integration movement, but also for Rhodes Island, which the doctor once risked his life to protect.

"Good night, Doctor."

Orson closed his eyes, after all, there are still many things to do tomorrow.

The North, Reunification Movement, Cut City, Nobles Old and New, Rhode Island, Dr. Kelsey.

Next, is it finally time to go to Casimir?

—Good night, Orson.

"—!"

After a moment of auditory hallucinations, Orson opened his eyes wide, but the surroundings were still completely dark.

No...not pitch black.

"..."

Orson got up from the bed and stared at the gap in the room not far away.

Just for a moment, Orson was sure that he definitely saw at least two pairs of sights.

Not only that--

"Why are you here...!" "I knew you would be peeping!" "I came to see my father!" "Then I also came to see Senior Patriot!" "Ms. Orson's sleeping position... hey-hey."

The sound of commotion continued, and Orson got up helplessly and pushed open the door.

Rumble rumble!

As Orson pushed the door, the group of peeping people outside all dispersed.

"Haha. What a group of people who don't even give you a chance to be depressed...Huh?"

Orson noticed a photo on the ground, and when he picked it up, he found that it showed him sleeping in a hospital gown with his stomach leaking.

"...??"

Orson began to consider whether he should simply go to Penguin Logistics or Heigang International. ——The arm is almost numb... The vision is also a little blurry, is it because of the aftereffects of the head attack in the previous battle?

——The weapons have long been dilapidated, but those people will definitely not provide new weapons. After all, from the very beginning, the purpose of these people is not to "find useful guys", but to see how we will die.

In the dark and dim basement of a building, a Zarak girl with short silver-brown hair endured pain to check the condition of her body and weapons, while thinking about what kind of "battle" she would encounter next.

This basement was originally a warehouse of a certain factory, but now it has been transformed into a small arena.

Zalak girl and some other young infected people were locked in a crowded cage, and behind the iron fence on the other side of the arena, no one knew what kind of enemy was being prepared this time.

Maybe it's a hyena, maybe it's a pincer beast, maybe it's an infected source stone worm, or maybe it's an infected person who was also brought here.

No matter who the enemy is, the purpose is the same - to kill the opponent, so that you can live a few more hours.

At this time, the underground arena known as the "cage" has not ushered in the next fight for the time being. Some infected people are cleaning up the arena in horror. People, with mutual encouragement with themselves, people who think they have a chance to get out of here alive.

When the corpses from the previous round have been cleaned up, it will be your turn next.

"Sona...you must have escaped, right? Be safe..."

The short-haired Zarak girl prayed for her friend in a low voice, but at this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind her.

"I'll just steal a battery car, you don't need to mobilize so many people—RUA!"

A black-haired infected boy who looked not tall was thrown into the 'cage' prison by the guards. Seeing that the other party was still confused about the situation, the girl sighed silently.

"The rest time is over—all 'knights', how are you preparing? I believe the next match will be very exciting, because this time it is a battle requested by our famous 'gray knight', so we specially called I chose a fresh and ferocious claw beast as an opponent!"

There was a disgusting voice from the broadcast speaker, and the Zarak girl known as the gray hair knight got up from the ground reluctantly after hearing this sentence, and walked slowly towards the arena.

"Little Hui...! Your condition is too bad now, you will be killed!"

Some infected people beside him watched Huihao's preparation for the battle, and said in panic and despair.

"I will try my best to survive, don't worry too much, take the time to rest and conserve your strength now."

Xiao Hui looked at the terrified infected people behind him with a serious expression.

After his internal organs are ripped out, who else can continue to protect these infected people who have no fighting ability at all?

"If——if I make a scream, close your eyes, cover your ears, and don't look at it."

Xiao Hui sighed, then clenched the broken long sword and shield in his hand, ready to enter the arena to meet his end.

"Why don't you let me come first?"

"—?"

Before Huihao Knight left the prison, an infected person raised his hand and stood up. Xiao Hui took a look and found that the other person was the young infected person who had just been thrown into the prison.

"You still don't know what it means to be thrown here... This is not Casimir's prison, but the tomb of the infected, a meat grinder constructed by those people to satisfy their desire for novelty. We will continue to fight here—— So go back and live as long as you can."

Gray hair knight persuaded the young man to recognize the reality, but the other party acted as if he didn't listen to this passage at all, walked up to him, stretched out his hand——

"jump!"

"it hurts……!"

The black-haired infected boy stared at the gray-haired knight's forehead and his mind collapsed.

"You can't even dodge such a slow 'attack', what else do you want to do?"

The young man asked Xiao Hui with a relaxed tone, which made the latter almost certain that the young man in front of him was either a 24K iron man who still couldn't figure out the status quo, or...

"You don't understand the situation at all - the situation ahead is very dangerous, it will really kill people!"

"Danger? I am the danger myself."

The young man grinned.

——What a silly line...!

The infected people around, including the gray hair knight, all made this feeling in their hearts.

The person on the loudspeaker has already begun to impatiently urge the infected to send out the "surrogate ghost" this time, the gray-haired knight can only look at the black-haired boy with a frown.

"Who the hell are you?"

"[Silent Knight] Orson."

"No... The title of knight can only be obtained after being officially selected for the knight competition. I have never heard of this knight."

"Uh...then I'm just a passing Kamen Rider Headquarters."

Halfway through the pretense, he was ruthlessly dismantled, and Orson couldn't hold back anymore.

Stopping the chat with the gray-haired knight, Orson took the broken long sword from the opponent's hand, and walked into the center of the arena like an outing.