Chapter 785: An Intruder
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After Scroll withdrew, there was nobody in the office except him and Anna.
Roland opened the half-pleted textbook, planning to finish the latter half, but words seemed to elude him. For a long time, his quill in the air, he did not write a single word.
Roland noticed that he always involuntarily looked in Anna's direction, as though his eyes were glued to her.
"What's the matter?" Sensing his gaze, Anna put down the parts she was working on and smiled at Roland.
"No, nothing." Roland slightly shook his head. "If you feel bored here, we can go to the backyard of the North Slope Mountain."
Anna curled up her lips into an imperceptible smile. "I don't feel bored at all. I can finish the work here. Most importantly, I don't mind where I am as long as I can be with you."
These words might bring the color to a maid's cheeks, but they just came out of Anna so naturally.
"Alright." Smiling, Roland dropped the matter.
He knew Anna would never lie to him.
As Anna was the first witch with whom he got acquainted after ing to this world, Roland knew her quite well. Apart from a few academic discussions and pillow talks, most of the time Anna was quiet and poised, particularly when she was focused on her work. Roland did not think her a dull person in the least. Silence, to them, was also one means of munication.
Sometimes, a simple, occasional eye contact was sufficient enough for them to understand each other.
Roland decided to forget about the textbook for the time being. He put down the quill and started to study Anna's face.
Her side face always fascinated him. Her ash brown hair, which had grown quite a bit, tumbled down, revealing only a tiny bit of her milky-white neck. The azure in her eyes was as clear as lake water as ever. She was dressed in a puffy, pastel yellow sweater and a pair of fy black flannel pants, looking dainty and airy. Roland was happy that he designed these modern apparels himself.
Since Anna had sliced the metal ingots (whose position had undergone a precise modification) into palm-sized cubes beforehand, she would only need to process them with Blackfire in the office once they were delivered to the castle. Roland was impressed by how fast those metal ingots be converted to plete parts in Blackfire. To some extents, the conversion was more a performance of art than a plain demonstration of Anna's ingenious techniques and skills.
These little parts, which appeared to be so insignificant, would eventually be delivered to the plant and bee one of the key parts of a machine or a weapon.
It was definitely not an easy task. Roland knew very well that the length and the width of the Blackfire were both needed to be controlled by Anna's magic power. To summon several Blackfires and direct them to cut from different angles would be even harder than using both hands to work on two separate tasks simultaneously. It required incredibly high concentration. Probably, only a person as hard-working as Anna was able to continuously dedicate to and eventually excel in this job.
The girl, who used to practice fire manipulation in the castle garden, had undoubtedly changed a lot, but there seemed to be something still remaining the same.
The day slipped away unnoticed.
After night fell when Roland sank into a slumber with Anna in his arms, the other world just woke up.
...
Yawning, Roland turned to the calendar on his nightstand.
It was Saturday, October 14.
Although time went much faster in the dream world than that in the real world, Roland did not e to this world every night. As long as he was not dreaming, time was frozen here.
Breakfast was ready when Roland entered the living room
"Why are you so late today?" Zero asked while chewing a fried dough stick.
"It's a weekend. Grown-people have their nightlife, so it's normal for me to sleep in." Roland went into the bathroom and picked up his mug and toothbrush. "Are you going out later?"
"No, I'm writing my homework," the little girl replied. Then she said to him as much as to herself, "Nightlife? e back home even earlier than me yet talk about nightlife. This old grumpy man is nothing but a loser with no friend or career..." Roland knew Zero said it on purpose, for the mumble was just loud enough for him to hear.
He almost choked on his mouthwash. Roland was very displeased to hear Zero call him "uncle
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