Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

The cover is simple yet sophisticated, with the title printed in large characters right in the center.

The author's name appears immediately below the book title.

Judging from the title, it should be a book about raising dogs, right?

She seemed to have seen Yukino Yukinoshita reading similar books before.

However, Yukino Yukinoshita keeps cats, while Law keeps dogs.

The difference is quite significant.

In some ways, the differences are indeed significant.

Would you like to have a pet?

Elena asked, somewhat curiously.

She actually quite likes small animals, but she aspires to become a great traveler.

So I've never raised one.

"No, not really."

Following Elena's gaze, Luo Zhen quickly noticed the book's title was visible on the outside.

He calmly put the books away and responded.

This book ended up in this world for various reasons.

To be honest, Luo Zhen was lost in thought when he saw this book.

Given Ms. Machima's personality, would she really publish a book?

It just doesn't seem very reliable.

No, considering the other person's personality, maybe they just wrote it out of boredom?

Of course, what Luo Zhen was holding was a photocopy, not the original.

This book provides an excellent in-depth analysis of human nature from various perspectives.

Even Luo Zhen, a layman, can see it very clearly.

What?

You ask why Luo Zhen reads this kind of book?

This is just like a shut-in guy who doesn't even dare to make eye contact with people buying "How to Win Friends and Influence People," "Inferiority and Superiority," "Microexpression Psychology," and "Micromotor Psychology" without hesitation.

Simply put, he looks very handsome.

Right, Gou the author?

At that moment, a handsome young man sitting in front of his computer sneezed.

"Ok."

Shrugging, Elena didn't dwell on the matter any longer.

Since Luo Zhen said he didn't want to raise it, then he really didn't want to raise it.

Anyway, Elena believed it.

"How boring, these mundane days."

Elena pulled out Sakura Kono's chair and lay down in her spot, completely becoming a couch potato.

Although these peaceful days are quite nice, with food, drink, and shelter.

I saw many things I had never seen before and ate all kinds of delicious breads that I had never imagined.

But she still misses the days when she traveled.

Those carefree days were the time she missed the most.

And since I haven't contacted my family for so long, won't my parents worry about me?

Thinking of this, Elena couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Holding Kono Sakura's pen, Elena poked Luo Zhen's back intermittently.

"Stop fooling around, I'm thinking about something."

Luo Zhen, still pondering the contents of that book, waved his hand haphazardly and then said...

With a pout, Elena put down her pen, somewhat bored.

If she could, she would love to pull out her beloved broom from under her skirt and fly it around.

It's a pity that I can't fly.

After all, this is their territory, and we still have to follow their rules here.

At least she doesn't have the power to overturn the table.

"Elena, could you please move aside?"

Kono Sakura's voice came from behind.

Elena tilted her head back and looked at Kono Sakura from a peculiar angle, saying:

"Ah, okay."

But in Kono Sakura's opinion...

When she returned, she saw Elena slumped over in her seat, sitting in her chair, poking the desk in front of her with her pen.

(fog)

Well, actually she didn't think that much about it.

I was simply struck by how good the relationship was between the two of them, nothing more.

After all, not everyone likes to view everyone through a gossipy lens.

At this moment, in the research institute.

The genie, traumatized by the beating, is being tortured.

During the interrogation, it also revealed a very important piece of information.

“A very special guy has come into this world.”

Inside the glass room, the genie, arms crossed, spoke calmly.

Although it had been severely beaten by Luo Zhen and suffered some psychological trauma, it still maintained its pride as a wishing lamp god when facing other humans.

Unfortunately, none of the people present felt the slightest fear or respect for its identity.

Perhaps researchers will be passionate about its composition, and also feel awe.

But this reverence is for the unknown science, not for this blue-skinned man.

"For various reasons, I don't really want to mention that person's name."

"But without a doubt, He is not a being that you humans can deal with."

"The genie said confidently."

The person in charge of recording glanced at the blue-skinned man with some surprise.

This guy seems pretty arrogant?

But what is it proud of?

It's just a prisoner. Does it really think it can look dignified just by spouting some dubious information?

Moreover.

Even if some extraordinary person really comes.

What does this have to do with you?

Perhaps this is a case of a dog relying on its master's power, or a fox borrowing the tiger's might.

With a sigh, the member continued recording the contents of the exchange.

"Whether we can handle it or not is none of your concern. What you need to do is honestly tell us what you know."

Joseph, with his hands on his hips and leaning against the wall in a peculiar posture, said with an unfriendly look.

This is how he looks after Luo Zhen left.

This made Joseph very unhappy.

Back when he only knew Ripple, he could defeat even Ultimate Lifeforms. Although there was a lot of luck involved, he still managed to win.

And who are you?

Joseph twisted his waist, which was rather slender for his overall body, and continued to look at the genie with a dangerous gaze.

The genie being watched maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but his heart had long since become restless.

It's not stupid; how could it not know its current predicament?

Now it only hopes that what it knows will make it more comfortable.

Chapter 365 I Love Humanity (Serious Face)

"Hmm? Is someone talking about me?"

In a noisy nightclub, a man in the center of the dance floor, engrossed in the music, suddenly stopped moving.

His disheveled suit made him look like an office worker who had just gotten off work.

But regular office workers wouldn't come to this place.

Unless I don't have to go to work tomorrow.

"Strange, I can't quite hear it?"

The deafening music kept pouring into the man's ears, and even his body seemed to tremble because of the sound waves.

He vaguely heard some faint sounds, but he couldn't make them out.

Is it because the speaker is too loud?

Is it because I drank too much yesterday and I'm still not sober?

So it really is a problem with the speakers, right?

The man picking his ear with his little finger looked thoughtfully at the speaker not far from him.

The next moment, the noisy music stopped abruptly.

Only the cheers and screams of the crowd echoed inside.

"what happened?"

Is the stereo broken?

"No way, this is so disappointing."

"It's a rare opportunity to come here."

A commotion arose from the crowd.

The person in the center of the stage picked up the microphone and began to try to calm the group of guests.

But nightclubs, you know.

The atmosphere of hostility here is far stronger than in other places.

Those who come here are not kind-hearted men and women.

The idea that "I smoke, drink, and go to bars, but I'm a good girl" doesn't exist here.

Nobody here considers themselves a "good girl".

Some hot-tempered guys have already started cursing and physically attacking.

The thugs who were helping to keep watch also grumbled and swear as they approached.

Isn't this just adding to their workload?

Everyone's just doing their job for money, so why are they causing this kind of trouble?