There's something wrong with this elf trainer

Chapter 144 Sirona: It’s what you think

According to common sense, each regional alliance association only maintains one special organization secretly at most, and there has never been an example of two existing at the same time.

On the one hand, there is not enough money. Special organizations need to spend a lot of resources and money on training, weapons and equipment, and even elf props. On the other hand, the families in those regions are entrenched in power and will also lend a hand to these special organizations. The regional alliance leaders spend every day Processing so many work documents, and secretly guarding against these family forces stretching their hands too far in the special organization, are also due to lack of mental and physical strength.

Although Zhuxia has a large population base and a large amount of resources and money every year, far ahead of other regions, there are also many places to spend money. Not to mention the strangely named intelligence organization [Enthusiast], just The research institute is a big spender of money, and there are so many official orphanages. Generally speaking, there shouldn't be much leftover money to set up one.

However, the Taoist family who couldn't stand Zhu Xia was sensible. Not only did they live peacefully, they also knew how to contribute to the region. The special organization "Mystery Arrow" that worked part-time in Anping was built with the financial resources provided by the main gymnasium of the Eighteen Departments.

If you dig deeper, Anjing can be regarded as one of the owners of this organization.

However, this is usually not mentioned. After all, in addition to providing money and throwing in their own heirs to contribute, the first command of the entire organization lies in the hands of each president.

Therefore, the family forces in other areas generally look down upon the strength of the families in the Zhuxia area. They feel that everyone is taken advantage of, and they only lose money all day long without getting any benefits.

An Sheng heard it a lot when he was a child, but he was too generous to care about it. He still understood that the prime minister could hold a boat, let alone those children from the family power who were sucking blood from their own region.

But I don’t know if it’s because of the meaning of psychopathy, but An Sheng always finds it particularly interesting to hang these guys on a tree, talk about red thoughts, force them to repent, and listen to their lamentations at the same time.

Sometimes there is a picked thorn in the hand, which makes things more pleasant.

It's a pity that these things were only done when I was a child. Later, the children of the family from other areas were probably tired of playing and no longer liked the game, so they could not come over for symbolic exchanges every year.

Not only An Sheng is deeply regretful, but so are the other heirs.

This is a way to release stress every year, and it’s gone? !

Of course, since Zhu Xia is so big, not all of them have the same mind. Occasionally, there will be a few scum who happily suck blood.

These people were so happy that they drank blood, and the funeral parlor that was responsible for collecting money and services was also more energetic in its work. The smiles on their faces could not be stopped at all, which made people fearful. They were afraid that one day someone would laugh to death and increase the performance of their own industry.

It can be said that the family forces that still exist in the Zhuxia area are all peaceful and have not enjoyed the treatment of gym apprentices from the main gymnasium of the Eighteenth Series.

It can be said that some of the massacres in the archives were caused by them.

But having said that, [Miya] is more like a hexagonal warrior than [enthusiasts], and is involved in intelligence, assassinations, and operations. In the tragedy of the Hoenn Alliance, [Miya] was involved, and even acted as a The main force has become more mysterious.

Those who can join are all capable, and young people are naturally more arrogant, but these are not problems, and An Sheng can understand it.

He didn't feel the slightest annoyed at the sight of the two people at the door. Instead, he leaned against the wall, beat his knees, and asked with a smile: "Where did the rose go? Could it be that she hasn't woken up yet?"

"Little brother, please watch your words."

Hearing An Sheng's almost ridiculing words, the sunny-looking man among the two guards suddenly frowned and said in a stern warning tone: "Although we are not in the same department, please believe me, Master Rose's position Definitely taller than you."

Although the man looked down upon the people in front of him who came from a special organization that had not even been confirmed by name and had only been established for only two years, and thought they were the worst, he thought that they were all working together for Zhu Xia. The service person was quite polite.

Seeing that her partner had warned her, the woman said nothing, but there was a faint warning in her eyes.

"Ok, I know."

An Jing changed into a posture with his hands folded across his chest, placed his right hand on his left arm, tapped his fingers, and answered nonchalantly, very satisfied with the performance of the two of them.

[Miyaya] is very strict in selecting members. In addition to absolute loyalty, they will also be admitted according to the merits and will be eliminated. When they stand out from a group of people with similar abilities, they will naturally develop arrogance. These two people are already very good. That's right, Rose is probably specially chosen to guard this place.

An Jing has seen a lot of weird people. The man called Rose the second child and others were scum. When he was assigned to his subordinates, he even provoked him with words and behavior, and his tone and behavior were very arrogant. .

But after giving him a lesson, wouldn't he be convinced to accept the code name "Rose"?

……

"Ah!"

In the central room of the single-family house, a tall, thin man with a scar the size of a rice grain in the corner of his eye, the rose in An Sheng's mouth, suddenly turned his head, sneezed, took out the napkin on the table, and wiped it A bit of runny nose.

Putting his hands on the armrests of the chair, Rose tapped her fingers lightly, but then her hands suddenly rubbed her shoulders and scratched her itch. She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles on the chair, just like ADHD.

After a long time, Rose looked at the thermos box placed on the table in front of her and asked uneasily: "Powerful Crocodile, when do you think I will come over?"

Rose always felt that something was wrong with the development this morning. He obviously went to the breakfast shop early in the morning, and when he was waiting for the greedy young man to buy buns, he came out to show him the way, so as to avoid accidents and bumps on the road.

After all, although his young master is reliable when doing business, he is afraid of water, heights, and roadblocks.

However, I heard that I have recently changed my mind. The fear of heights has been relegated to the sidelines, and I don’t know which hero is responsible for it.

But when I saw the first basket of steamed buns being steamed, they were almost bought by others, but my boy still didn't come out.

Rose was confused.

But I also knew that I couldn't wait for anyone, so I could only rush back and wait in fear.

Rose, who had asked something, did not hear the answer she expected. She turned around in confusion and saw the fat and strong Crocodile, who had been poisoned by a certain An at first sight, lying on the window glass with a big face. It was as shriveled as a piece of flatbread freshly baked, and he pointed downwards with his paw.

Rose leaned over and saw the scene below, and her heart skipped a beat. She poked her eyelids with the index fingers of her right hand and left hand, and after confirming that she had seen correctly, she opened the window and jumped out.

……

"Lord Rose, it's not the Chinese New Year now, you can't~~"

Looking at Rose who jumped down from above, perhaps because she was uneasy and unsteady on the ground, she knelt down directly. With a calm tone and a joking tone, she took off half of her Nine-Tails mask and smiled.

"Master, what you said is that my subordinates have been feeling uncomfortable in their legs and feet these days, so I jumped down to stretch my muscles."

Rose smiled in embarrassment, and kicked aside the pebble that tripped him with her toes. She complained in her heart that her young master was still so wicked, and at the same time she also opened her mouth to defend herself.

"My legs and feet feel uncomfortable, huh..."

An Jing let out an unknown laugh, walked past Rose and the man and woman guarding the room, but walked with a limp.

Rose understood clearly in her heart, knowing that her young master might have had an accident on the way here and bumped his knee. She chased after her with a mean smile: "Sir, your legs and feet are not feeling well too! I have prepared some good ones over there. Bruise medicine...ah, no, it's a plaster, do you want it?"

The man and woman who stayed in place looked surprised. They also knew about the heirs of the gym, so they also knew the status of these people in their organization. It could be said that they started from the middle to senior levels when they first joined.

The man grunted: "I was just warning a gym heir. Mom, I'm in trouble!"

The woman next to me rolled her eyes: "I know you're good, don't shout so loudly!"

……

"Young master, there is something I can't understand. If you wanted information a few days ago, you could have just ordered it. You also have the power to mobilize the intelligence network of [Mi Ya], so why did you arrange for your team members to come together and act together?" Already?"

Looking at An Sheng who was sitting in his original position and devouring his food, Rose silently handed over the soy milk that had just been heated in the microwave and asked in confusion.

An Sheng suddenly coughed a few times when he heard these words, and his words were unclear. Rose didn't understand a word anyway, but when she thought of the message sent from the association, she instantly understood the situation.

It was probably because my young master was hiding some inconvenience at the time and was afraid that the team members would bump into him when they were looking for him to take action, so he just blasted it out.

Rose laughed strangely a few times, with a rather serene demeanor in her laughter. It was immediately clear that the two were in the same group: "Master, have you turned off all the communication equipment?"

Thinking that her young master had mistakenly thought that the Peach Blossom Tribulation was a life-and-death disaster, Rose put down her worries and couldn't help but smile.

Thinking of the solemn look on his face the night before yesterday when I had a video call with him to discuss the plan, and even looked like he was ready to die generously, I felt ashamed for him.

An Sheng looked disgusted, swallowed the last bite of the bun, took a sip of soy milk and cleared her throat: "Can you stop talking while I'm eating the bun?"

"Master..."

Rose was just about to tell the news from the association, but she saw An Sheng wiped her mouth with a napkin, kicked her right leg and turned around with the chair, her whole temperament and expression changed, and she swallowed the words in her throat. He went down and quickly stood up. The expression on his face changed instantly and became extremely respectful.

"Let's talk about other things later. Let's talk about business first."

Serenity's pure black pupils have become extremely deep. Although they still seem to be agile, to others, they are like black holes that trap others. He doesn't even think about looking at each other with words, and his eyes are very cold, but occasionally Flashes of perverted pleasure.

It is obvious that the long face is full of boyishness, full of a touch of childishness, which is perfect for older sisters who like the younger ones, but it does not have any sunshine and gentleness, and looks very coquettish. Instead, it has a cold nobility.

Perhaps it was at this time that we could see that An Jing was the heir to the gym and one of the most prestigious people in the younger generation.

"Have you found the traitor who leaked my information?"

Anjing patted the fat head of the powerful crocodile that was leaning over, and tapped the table with his fingers. A strange and oppressive aura enveloped the surroundings. Although his tone seemed casual, it was just the calm before the storm.

Rose wanted to say that it was not idle talk, it was purely business, about your future, but she didn't dare to speak, her forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and she knew she had to follow what he said.

After all, I can usually accompany you to make troubles and play with you, but when it comes to serious matters, you must not be vague, nor can you tolerate any nonsense.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, working with the heir of the gym is the easiest thing for the entire organization and the brightest future. Moreover, most of them are gentle in temperament, easy to get close to, and get many resources and benefits, even if there are a few harsh ones. No exception.

Rose agrees with this.

But they ignored one of the most important things. To work with the heir of the gym, one must have a good heart and not be in danger of going on strike any day. Otherwise, they would end up facing the unstoppable smiles of the funeral parlor staff and the incinerator.

They don't know how psychologically abnormal people will be when they grow up and know what they will do in the future, shoulder heavy responsibilities, and are exposed to the dark side early.

Even if it is normal when it should be normal, that is not its true face. There are two sides, front and back, normal operation, thousands of people, nothing better than this.

Rose once had the opportunity to watch her young master truly go crazy.

The screams of that group of hundreds of elf poachers at that time are still in my ears. Sometimes I close my eyes and have nightmares. The material also comes from this incident.

The disemboweled corpses were hung in rows on the trees. The ropes were fresh intestines taken out of the corpses. Filled with malfoam, there were still slightly beating hearts. The eyeballs and brains were all dug out. Put it in a juicer to make juice.

At that time, their young master was sitting on a branch with a bored look on his face. He used wooden sticks and flames to prevent the large wolf dogs from approaching, and at the same time, he tore off his arms and legs to feed them.

And all the bushes in that area were bloody. It was obvious that they had been carefully watered by the young man.

From then on, Rose respected and feared her young master.

But what annoyed Rose the most was that after he slept that day, he forgot all the things he had done after going crazy. He was not part of the gang that had nightmares at night! ! ! !

Unforgivable! ! !

……

"Well…"

On the sparsely populated street, Sirona looked at Cattleya, who was as angry as a hamster next to her. She was brewing in her chest the words that she could say that would make her understand and at the same time make her sad the least.

Sirona felt that she no longer needed to perfect, so she patted Cattleya on the shoulder and said gently: "Well, that's right, it's just what you thought."

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