Terra's Magnetic Field

"I..." Saria was on the verge of collapse. Maybe she wanted to say one or two philosophical words that made people understand but not understand, or maybe she wanted to express her true feelings and make the matter clear. But no matter what, she failed. She failed to herself.

She was speechless, and any words she said were powerless at this moment.

"I'm stuck..."

Saria only responded to Ifrit's confusing words by speeding up her pace, and before she knew it, she had left Ifrit far behind.

Ifrit didn't understand why this woman could move so fast. It was more like she was floating than walking.

Just as Ifrit was about to catch up, a white van with the Penguin Logistics logo drove past from the aisle at the side, and a half-empty cup of hot coffee was thrown out from the half-open window, hitting Saria's temple accurately.

Saria did not try to dodge, but let the still-hot coffee soak her old leather jacket. She closed her eyes and felt the remaining heat and the bitter taste in the air.

"Oh..." She sighed again.

Maybe she would even thank the people in the van for helping her out, giving her a chance to change the subject.

"Is it hot coffee today..." She tasted a few drops of coffee flowing into the corners of her mouth, and then continued walking as if nothing had happened. The pedestrians on the street just acted as if nothing had happened.

"From the sound of your voice, this isn't the first time you've been hit."

After hearing what Ifrit said, Saria replied calmly:

"About three years ago, a Rutland kid came to Columbia Penguin Logistics. She was a red-haired angel. She seemed to particularly dislike me. Every time she drove by and saw me, she would throw something at me."

"Last time it was McNuggets, and the time before that it was a baguette that was frozen hard. It was thrown at me like a spear of Longinus and stuck in the concrete wall... And a few times it was drinks and damn hot chocolate, that stuff can't be washed off..."

"So why did she throw things at you? Does she hate you that much? Have you talked to her about it?"

"Do you need a reason to hate someone?" Saria asked back, "In this world we live in, there are always all kinds of malicious intent from unknown sources. Maybe a small action of yours will offend someone. There is no end to this kind of thing. Many things cannot be understood by talking."

"Maybe she just wants to have fun and see me go crazy when I break down..."

"So I never care about this kind of thing. If she wants to smash it, just..." Before Saria could finish her words, the white van drove through the driveway again, catching her off guard.

A cup of hot chocolate hit Saria's head from behind, and the hot chocolate seeped into her hair and clothes and quickly solidified in the cold air. Her long hair turned dirty brown-gray after being washed by coffee and hot chocolate.

“………………” Saria’s expression froze, and for a moment her mind was blank.

She seemed to want to say something philosophical, but the smug expression of the red-haired Rutland man in the white van quickly emerged in her mind.

After a simple mental game, Saria ran away at a speed faster than the electric current in her body. The airflow caused by her running tore the newspapers placed outside the roadside parking lot into pieces! The flying newspaper pieces bloomed like fireworks.

"Huh?!" The Archangel in the van was surprised to see the Vaifan woman running towards him through the rearview mirror.

Before Archangel Power could change gears and speed up, the other party had already caught up. Then the man leaped into the narrow rear window of the van and sat right behind Archangel Power.

"Do you want me to applaud you? After all, you just gave me a classic Jackie Chan-style car entry," Angel Exia did not forget to joke at this time. She might want to behave more decently in front of the person in the back seat, although she saw from the rearview mirror that the other party had begun to rub his hands, and his bones twisted and made a "click" sound.

"I guess you're going to beat me up next, just like most desperadoes who encounter a midlife crisis. Most of them are full of vigor and vitality when they are young, but their lives are not going well in middle and old age, just like Mike in GTA5. I guess you must have wanted to play the role of a reliable old father in front of your little daughter, but I ruined it..."

"Do you usually talk so much?" Saria asked, "Did your mother teach you that you would be beaten even more severely if you talked nonsense at times like this?" She suddenly pulled out the seat belt and strangled the angel's neck from behind, stretched her head over and asked viciously:

"Why are you doing this to me?! You clearly know what's going on! Why are you deliberately playing tricks on me?! Have I ever offended you?!"

From the perspective of pedestrians on the roadside, one can see a white van shaking wildly, deviating from the roadway and rushing towards the sidewalk, knocking down several passers-by on the way, but this is nothing on the land of Terra.

The tongue of the Archangel was strangled to the point of turning purple, and Saria grinned with a terrifying laugh, "Haha! You can't breathe, right?" She unconsciously vented her resentment on the Lateran in front of her.

The white van stumbled and fell straight into the street.

In the artificial lake not far from the road...

"She's dead," Hemer looked at Saria expressionlessly in the morgue, then shook his head, "I didn't expect you would be so angry because of a cup of... um... hot coffee..."

"It's a cup of hot chocolate," Saria corrected.

"Forget it... What's the difference?!" Hemer, wearing a white coat, pointed at the bodies of the Laterans covered with white cloth in the morgue, and then pointed at Saria, "Why do you always get hung up on these trivial things?"

"You killed someone because of one or two drinks? She was just a child!" Hemer was a little excited, her voice trembling as she spoke. She held her forehead and said sadly, "You scared Ifrit!"

"Enough! I've had enough!" Hemer cried to her, "I'm tired of dealing with you magnetic field freaks all day long! I want to leave here! Forever!!"

..............................

"Huh?!" Saria woke up from her fantasy, the van in front was moving away from her sight.

So is she going to chase after him and beat up the bastard in the car?

"Oh..." Saria sighed without moving. She could do it.

Absolutely, easily...

But what's the point? What's the point?

In the end, she could only laugh at herself like all frustrated middle-aged people:

"My life is fucking me..."

The air around her seemed to be mocking her, and a sound came out:

"Loser～…"

That’s all for today.

Postscript: Saria is now living like the first son of Haihu San, frustrated and powerless. Perhaps only in this environment can she understand Xiao Er's helplessness back then...

Volume 244: Chapter Chapter Preaching

When Saria and Ifrit walked to the parking lot, the Colombian muscle car, which was as old as Saria's leather jacket, had been waiting there for a long time.

This muscle car that once roamed the wilderness is now confined to a small mobile city as a means of transportation. Its powerful motor has become a burden instead of being of any use.

Saria felt very sad about this. Wasn't she the same?

This Boss 1069 Mustang, launched by Ford in 429, is one of the most precious cars in the world. It is a birthday gift from her master to Saria when she became an adult, and it is now the thing she cherishes most besides her family.

Saria fumbled for the car keys from her leather jacket pocket. The crisp sound of metal collisions echoed in the cold air, breaking the dead silence. Just as Saria opened the car door, an unexpected footstep suddenly appeared and approached here quickly.

"Huh?!" Saria was alert instinctively. She hadn't felt this way for a long time. Who was this person? How could he bypass her perception? Although she was relaxed just now, she was not unaware of the people around her.

Her intuition told her that the person coming was definitely not ordinary. At the very least, he should have a certain magnetic field strength. How strong would it be? Three hundred thousand? Four hundred thousand? Or seven hundred thousand, which was higher than her current level?

Soon, a young man named Rupert wearing a thick military coat came around from where the footsteps came from. It seemed that he was the security guard of this place.

The young man had black hair and black eyes. Perhaps because he had not rested for a long time, he walked listlessly and looked like a walking corpse. Although he looked only in his early twenties, he looked like he was already in his seventies or eighties.

It seems that people without souls, ideals, or hopes can be found everywhere in this moving city...

The man walked up to Saria and spoke fluent Colombian, while extending his hand, "Director Saria, your parking fee has not been paid yet."

Saria could tell that the young man spoke with a Victorian accent, but his appearance was more like that of the Yan Kingdom. Only a few features of the ancestors of Xugula could be seen in his deep eyebrows and eyes.

The Luper people in all the countries of Terra were actually dispersed from Sygurra. They settled down in various places and were constantly assimilated into the local culture. Eventually, they became a part of those countries, which was completely different from the stubborn Sakota.

"I didn't feel any power from him. Was it my illusion? Have my senses become dull? Or am I too neurotic?"

Saria stared at the young Lupo in front of her. After about ten seconds, the young Lupo reminded her again:

"Parking Fee……"

Saria quickly unzipped her leather jacket, pulled out her wallet, handed the young man a five-dollar bill, and waited for him to give her the change. But the young man asked her instead:

"Don't you have any change? Everyone who came here today only gave me whole bills, and I can't split them now."

"That should be your problem, right? Isn't that your job?" Saria asked impatiently, "What should we do now?"

Ifrit had already sat in the passenger seat, tapping the buttons on the car stereo with dissatisfaction. The car kept making the "beep~" sound of changing radio stations, making Saria even more irritated.

Perhaps because of her age, coupled with the recent events that have overwhelmed her, Saria shouted into the car:

"Turn the damn thing off!"

The hot chocolate that was poured on my head before

The acrylic had begun to solidify, becoming sticky and thick, extremely uncomfortable. Saria wished she could just go home and take a hot shower.

"Haha~" The young Rupert crossed his arms across his chest, looking like he was watching a show.

"Do you have any change on you now?" Saria asked Ifrit. Ifrit shook her head like a rattle, and the twin ponytails behind her head whipped her cheeks continuously.

"You can go to the supermarket over there to buy some things and exchange some change for it," young Rupert pointed to the supermarket across the street. But Lucille's head was printed on the glowing sign, and the red light bulbs in her eyes were flashing, which looked particularly strange.

"Shit!" Saria cursed, "I won't go! You don't have to change the money, just keep the extra money for yourself."

Saria no longer wanted to get entangled in this place over a few dollars. The people and things here made her disgusted.

"This sounds like sending away a beggar," the young man was not angry at Saria's contemptuous words, he complained with interest.

"So what? You've been working as a security guard in this damn place. What's the difference between you and a beggar? You're so young and already lying down, just eating and waiting to die here. What else can I say?" Saria's words were starting to become aggressive.

"Oh~" the young man snorted, "Is this what you wanted to say?"

"Am I wrong?" Sariah was not to be outdone. Now it seemed that anyone could step on her. Even the security guards in this damn place didn't take her seriously! Damn! How could this be?

The young man glanced at Ifrit in the car and answered Saria calmly:

"In reality, what you said is not wrong, but you shouldn't say such things in front of your children. When you as a parent instill wrong values ​​in your children, you are wrong, extremely wrong."

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This tone of voice made Saria feel inexplicably [kind]

"Excuse me? Are you lecturing me?"

Saria couldn't believe it. She should have crushed the other party in terms of status, strength, and seniority. Why did a kid who had just entered society dare to talk about her?

Is he qualified?

"First of all, don't swear in front of the children. Secondly, I am not qualified, so you can also compensate for the damage on the ground," the young man seemed to be able to read Saria's thoughts, and he pointed to the small hole made when Saria got out of the car.

"Every day after get off work, leaders come to inspect. If there is any damage to public property, we workers have to pay for it," the young man held out his hand again, "We need to find someone to repair this cement floor. It costs 50 yuan per square meter. Together with the previous parking fee, the total is 50.30 yuan..."

"Here you go!" Saria threw a hundred-dollar bill in the young man's face and said angrily, "No need to change!"

She got into the car, slammed the door shut, stepped on the accelerator and drove away from this damn place. She never wanted to come back, and she never wanted to see this young man again.

Saria's muscle car left a trail of black smoke in the parking lot and left two black marks on the concrete floor.

"Ah..." the young man sighed. He slowly picked up the banknotes that had fallen to the ground, shook them a few times, and then stuffed them into his waist bag.

Looking at the small hole on the ground, he said nothing, but just raised his right hand.

A stream of electric current shot out from his fingertips and hit the small pit, and the ground changed miraculously. The power contained in the electric current actually began to decompose and reassemble the damaged parts.

[Magnetic field rotates. Matter is reorganized]

In the blink of an eye, the ground was completely new and no cracks could be seen.

This level of power control requires a certain level of [perfection]...

The young man's face was obscured by shadows, revealing only two glowing eyes.

"Saria, you disappoint me so much..."

That’s all for today.

Volume 245: Chapter Chapter No Longer

"Sorry... did I scare you just now?" Saria asked Ifrit beside her while driving. She had obviously realized her previous misconduct and was eager to repair her image in front of the child.

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Even though Ifrit didn't say anything, she still muttered to herself:

"Okay, I will go and apologize to that person in person later, but now we have to rush to Hemerna. Everyone from Rhine Life is gathering together after a long absence. I didn't tell them that you were detained, so you have to keep your mouth shut when you get there..."

"Got it," Ifrit interrupted Saria. She didn't say much, just looked out the window. The scenery outside was changing as the car speeded up. The closer it got to the front, the blurrier it became.

Both parties remained silent for four or five minutes before Saria could not help but speak again:

"Regarding the fact that you dyed your hair blonde without permission, although Hemer reacted strongly to it,

I don’t mind. I don’t object to you showing off your personality because you are at the age of development…”

"…………" Ifrit said nothing, and Saria continued to talk to herself.

They are like being in two different worlds, with each of them as the center. Although they are close to each other physically, their hearts are far apart.

"Then I heard from Hemer that you had your ears pierced. I don't really object to this. In my opinion, it's nothing. Then Hemer mentioned to me that you smoke and drink. I don't think that's wrong..."

"What do you want to say?" Ifrit continued to look out the window. She observed the changes in Saria's expression through the reflection of the glass. "You talk too much. I don't know what you want to say."

"What I mean is!" Saria yelled at Ifrit unconsciously again. She quickly began to blame herself, then lowered her voice and continued, "What I mean is..."

This pressure suppressed the words she had finally come up with, and she didn't know what to say for a while.