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"I'm sorry, Your Highness Momika, but Your Highness Wuming meant exactly what I wanted to express."

"Then, then I..."

The magical girl dug into her pocket, as if trying to take something out, but Altair stopped her.

"No need, Your Highness Momika."

"I...I'm sorry...uh..."

She bit her lip, sniffed, and stopped talking. Then she walked through the crowd without saying a word. When she passed the window, she jumped. In a moment, she disappeared into the sky.

After a moment of silence, the female knight bowed to Wuming and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Wuming."

"Do you think I will kill her? There is no need. Her position means she cannot be truly together with the Gods. Her departure may bring good rewards."

Wuming shook his head and did not take the magical girl's departure to heart. On the contrary, he needed a [protagonist] who was not yet mature in thought but had a sense of justice to stir up the storm in this world so that the world itself could quickly get through the refractory period. After all, the so-called [creature] not only needed [recognition ability] as a condition for using abilities, but also required changes in the laws of the world itself. Any overly rough action would cause the world itself to reflexively eject the [foreign object]. The world needed to adapt step by step and even get used to it.

Only when one day humans are convinced that magic and super powers really exist in this world will the world be able to accommodate people with super powers and magicians.

Altair's eyes were dim, and she no longer thought about the magical girl. She acted as if nothing had happened just now, and said naturally: "Please don't worry, everyone. Although I haven't been back for a day or two, I am still very confident in this secret base."

Less than ten meters in front of her, there was a hidden gate. Although few people would pass by this place, and even homeless people would not want to stay in such a deserted place, the sense of ritual of the secret base was still necessary.

Noshiro quietly stood on tiptoe, poked her head out from behind Wuming, looked at the gray door, and curled her lips with a little disgust.

Altair pretended not to hear anything and asked everyone to come closer before putting on a smile and knocking on the door three times, alternating between light and heavy knocks.

Seeing how serious she was, everyone held their breath and looked to see what was going on.

After a while, when Altair was almost unable to hold it back, the female knight's slightly embarrassed voice sounded.

"Your Highness Altair, it seems that Brize Toka is not here during the day."

Altair stood there stiffly for a moment, then he introduced as if nothing had happened: "The guards originally stationed there have not arrived yet, so we can only use the normal method to reach the secret base."

As he said this, Altair used a little more strength and gave a light push. With a creaking sound, the gray door fell backwards. A cool breeze blew past, and she was the first to walk in with an expressionless face.

Wuming looked at Altair's back from behind and felt that this boss was really insignificant.

When passing by the gate, Akashi pressed the fallen gate with his hand and said in surprise: "Wow, it's cardboard..."

"Well, if the whole door is custom-made, it will be very expensive. That's what His Majesty Altair said."

The female knight said with a wandering look in her eyes.

Wuming could see the military lady in front of him stumble, then float up silently and continue moving forward as if nothing had happened.

The group walked with their heads down, and soon, the dark passage came to an end. Although there was no explanation, there was no lighting in such a long passage, which was probably another design that Altair felt was very interesting.

Of course, this excludes the option of poverty.

At the end of the passage, there is a large hall with an obvious groove in the middle, dividing the hall into two. There are broken bricks and empty wine bottles on the edge of the hall. Next to the wine bottles is a small round table with two half-drunk bottles of whiskey on it.

After Altair arrived in the hall, he stopped talking and just kept turning his head, trying to find something. After a while, he asked gloomily, "Your Highness Alice, where is my sofa?"

Even Yu didn't say that she was indeed a little unhappy now.

The female knight opened her mouth and said hesitantly, "It's Blitz Toka. You said you would be back soon, but it's been almost a day and two nights now. Blitz has finished his wine and doesn't want to go to work, so..."

Altair looked blankly at the empty hall, then looked straight at the female knight.

"Just... just sell your sofa..."

Altair took a deep breath.

"So, where's the money? Where is Brizzi? I have to go and redeem him immediately!"

"In fact, Brizzi doesn't manage money. He doesn't have the habit of saving money. If you give him all the money, he will just exchange it for wine..."

The female knight lowered her head somewhat uncomfortably.

"so?"

"The money is in the hands of Kiragi Mika..."

Chapter 146: It's time to change the way you live

The director of finance resigned with all the belongings of the criminal gang, and the general boss personally issued an instruction: I don’t want this money.

Therefore, all the members of the World Destruction Organization are now looking at this ruined but very meaningful secret base and are lost in thought.

"So, how did you make money before?"

Wuming looked at Altair, who was still missing the sofa deeply, and turned to ask the female knight.

"Working at a convenience store. I remember there was a good convenience store that paid a bit more than the minimum wage, 1300 yen an hour."

Wuming was silent for a while. He was not calculating the exchange rate. After all, he really had no interest in money right now. He just thought of a doomsday organization with a secret base in an abandoned building, a gathering place under a bridge, and a salary of almost nothing for their subordinates. In this organization with an average age of around 20 years old, the finance minister was a fourteen-year-old magical girl, and the midnight snack was vegetarian curry with her own logo that the magical girl bought, and she shared a spoon with the female knight to eat.

If Wuming hadn't come, there would have been no need for the positive side to attack, and the world-destroying villains with empty pockets would have starved to death in an abandoned building that no one knew about.

As for the righteous forces, they ate rice from the high school protagonist's home on the first day, and had dinner with their middle-aged office worker dad on the second day. After that, they got a job with the government, lived in a big mansion, and could keep the public accounts for their food, drinks, and entertainment. Blue-haired Shinji never ran out of snacks, and red-haired Asuna could even buy a car and get a job in a few months...

The female knight felt uneasy at the sight of Wuming's pity, so she said in a dry voice, "Sir, do you have any questions?"

"There are no problems, or rather, the current situation is full of problems."

Wuming pressed his temple and said to Altair, who was still feeling sad, "Are you interested in moving to a better place?"

"Have you any money?"

Jun Ji spoke slowly, it seemed that the sofa was really comfortable to sit on, and she still hasn't recovered from it.

"Al-chan is just too honest, meow!"

Akashi looked at the shabby secret base with disdain, waved his sleeves, and shouted: "We from the Sakura Empire never bring money when we go out, meow, hehe, he always takes other people's money, no one dares to take our money, meow!"

She pulled out a tablet from her sleeve, tapped on it, quickly created a blank account, then selected a few accounts and transferred some money into each of them.

"Hehehe, Al-chan, let's go and stay in a fancy hotel, meow!"

The smallest green-haired cat, against the backdrop of capital, now looks extremely majestic.

Altair said weakly: "But, but my...my sofa..."

"I bought it, meow. I mobilized the nearby cameras and tracked the whereabouts of that middle-aged uncle. I asked the store to deliver the sofa to our hotel, meow!"

Akashi turned up his nose in pride.

"You, no, you are an angel."

Altair used the honorific unconsciously as she looked at the desolate hall. The broken windows at the edges were still leaking air. Even with wooden boards nailed to the windows, the shabby feeling could not be completely concealed by the howling wind.

After looking at the secret base and then at the luxury suite on the Akashi slab, Altair said calmly, "It would be better for us to open up a new base."

Whether it is to be developed again, this very interesting secret base still needs to be preserved.

The nostalgic Altair left here with everyone. The city had just experienced a large-scale supernatural phenomenon. Only the lazy big white fox knew what everyone had experienced in their illusions. The only thing that was certain was that it would not be a beautiful dream worth remembering. The luxurious hotel was empty. The order was automatically taken online and rooms were arranged for the group of people. But when everyone arrived here, except for a pale middle-aged man who weakly took out the key, there was not a single other waiter in the huge hotel.

Therefore, the meal delivery service is naturally no longer available, but the supply of water and electricity is complete, and spare ingredients can be used at any time, so there is no problem with eating.

The former single Wuming can cook some simple Western stews, pastries and breads, and he can also make Chinese stir-fried dishes that taste pretty good.

In addition, when necessary, Altair can find the setting of "Master Chef" among his countless secondary creations. Noshiro, who has undergone bride training, also has good cooking skills. The remaining three only need to be responsible for eating.

Turning on the TV, the incident was still brewing. On every channel, announcers with stern faces were reading scripts. The audience's superb eyesight was enough to allow them to see their trembling facial muscles. Channels from other places were three parts disbelief and seven parts doubt, while foreign channels were in a carnival. All the ups and downs in the world were played out on this small 150-inch screen.

Seeing that everyone was bored, Wuming, who was holding the remote control, simply switched to Tokyo TV and let everyone watch the animation.

Well, it seems that this incident is not serious enough, and they are still releasing Dragon Balls.

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The female knight was wearing heavy metal armor. She sat on the sofa and naturally sank into it. The armor made with magic was not light at all. When facing dragons, giants, or other alien monsters, a low health bar was not good. The mobility could be compensated by Pegasus, but sitting on this sofa which was only prepared for normal human weight, she seemed overwhelmed.

"Alister, how about taking off your armor? There won't be any fighting for the time being."

Wuming suggested.

The female knight pressed the soft fabric sofa with her metal-guarded palm and nodded hesitantly.

"Excuse me, sir."

She grabbed the belt and twisted it. With a series of crackling sounds, a whole set of heavy armor shrank into the belt. Under the solid metal shell, the toned yet sexy body of the female knight was revealed.

With her hair tied in a high ponytail, her holy blue eyes were like the sparkling water of a lake, her beautiful face carried an inviolable temperament, her tall figure had a healthy glow, and years of fighting had left her body with no blemishes. When she walked, sat or lay down, she had the iron-blooded temperament of a soldier.

"Huh, I felt it was so soft through the gauntlet before, but I didn't expect that after putting on casual clothes, I felt like my whole body was almost sinking into it."

The female knight said somewhat uncomfortably.

Wuming took a quick glance, and his recent experience told him the size of the female knight.

It is about one size smaller than a gun and two sizes larger than a sword.

He looked at Altair, who was sitting contentedly on the European-style aristocratic sofa chair, and suddenly asked thoughtfully: "Are all the members here?"

"Of course, I remember it very clearly."

"Oh, all right."

Wuming, feeling relieved, took out drinks from the refrigerator and distributed them to everyone. He chatted with everyone and watched the situation develop.

In the secret base, a tall middle-aged man was smoking a cigarette and drinking whiskey. He would occasionally look at his watch amid the gurgling sound in the background.

"I hope that kid can bring some food..."

Chapter 147 Re: Date A Live

The next day, the unrest in the outside world eased a little. For Wuming and his friends, the most obvious change was that there were more waiters in the hotel. Yesterday's fierce job had plunged the city into panic. A large number of people left, and those who stayed behind were naturally those who could not leave. Instead of hiding in the house shivering, it is better to go out to work. For human beings, the most terrible disaster is still poverty.

As the last guests in the luxury hotel, Wuming and his group received a warm reception from all the service staff. At this time, Tokyo TV finally arrived and gave a brief account of yesterday's supernatural events.

The TV show made the female knight, the magical medieval princess, very novel, but for other people, it still couldn't serve as a way to kill time, so...

"Husband, let's go on a date!"

Noshiro stood in front of Wuming in a cute manner.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?"

"I'm not sure, but my movie theater is closed, and the amusement park is not open either. Well, there is a bookstore nearby that provides drinks and snacks. It can barely be considered a place to go."

Noshiro answered fluently, and it was obviously not a whim. In her hand, she was holding a thick travel guide.

Wuming nodded. He looked at Noshiro who still had an expectant expression and said with a smile: "Give me half an hour. I can't go on a date with you wearing this."

The plain lining paired with thin trousers doesn't look bad in a homely style, but if you want to match up with the cute ghost JK, you can't be so perfunctory.

"Eh? Husband? Do you want to dress up?"

"No, I just don't want to seem too casual. The most important thing about a date is respect. How about you sit down for a while?"

Wuming shrugged and rummaged through the closet. The warehouse could only be used within the port area and could not be used once they arrived in the other world. Basically, everything prepared would be given to a ship girl to carry and then taken out when there was a place to live.

Noshiro looked at Wuming who was comparing clothes carefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she nervously ran next door to change her clothes.

What is a date?

If you make an appointment at six o'clock, then you should be ready at four o'clock, choose your clothes, tidy up your appearance, and it would be best if you could take a shower.

Then she changes clothes repeatedly, hesitates in front of the mirror, and finally, before the deadline, she still can't make up her mind, so she changes into her usual clothes and puts on a little makeup. If her lover notices her changes, she will feel happy. If he is unaware, she will sulk and keep giving him reminders.

The date location can be a small park with beautiful scenery, the edge of a clear lake, a crowded movie theater, or a quiet street shop.

Or maybe none of the above, as long as the two people are together, can chat, express their longing for each other, and their wish to be together forever, feel each other's feelings in words, and feel the heartbeat when looking into each other's eyes, then it is a successful date.

Then after going back, thinking about what happened today, I rolled around in the quilt excitedly, feeling the hot passion in my chest, and looking forward to the next date before going to bed.

After knowing that this is a modern world, Noshiro decided to take advantage of this opportunity to go on a date with the commander. Of course, this is only the first time and it will definitely not be the only time.

Wuming was troubled for the first time in a long time. Thinking back, the last time he thought seriously about a date seemed to be when he was in school. His pockets were empty, and except for the impulse in his head, he had nothing. At that time, he dared to pick a few wild flowers on the roadside and confessed confidently. Of course, relying solely on momentary enthusiasm, the ending is often not good. But when he was able to deal with women with ease, the idea of ​​never giving up until the goal was achieved and the determination to give her happiness seemed to have disappeared.

Fortunately, the time traveler has a chance to start over, with the company of the ship girls, and does not have to worry about the feelings he has poured into being in vain. He only needs to awaken the brave self of the past and enjoy the sweetness of love to his heart's content.

The plaid shirt is old-fashioned, the casual suit makes him look like a waiter, the dark coat is too common, and the business suit makes him look like a middle-aged man on a blind date. Ah, it's been a long time since Wuming felt the inadequacy of his clothes.

"You can wear a white T-shirt, husband."