Chapter 855 (1/2)
Chapter 855: Power and Responsibility
Translator: TransN Editor: Meh
After making all the arrangements for the trip, Roland rushed back to the apartment building as fast as he could. Unfortunately, he underestimated Garcia’s diligence.
In the corridor, he saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall near Room 0825 while talking on the phone and watching the bustle downstairs. She wore a gray and white T-shirt, loose black pants, and ankle-high skate shoes, looking both youthful and full of energy. If he had never known her, he would have thought of her as a girl-next-door type of woman, a lively and cheerful character often seen on TV.
Judging from her face, she was still a little angry but not cold and harsh as the Garcia he remembered. He could not deny that Princess Garcia Wimbledon, Queen of Clearwater, looked surprisingly good in this sports outfit.
When he came close to the door of the room, she saw him. “Alright, I’ve got something else to do. I’m hanging up and don’t call me back if it’s only to try to persuade me.”
“Is the Clover group calling you again about the demolition matter?” He pretended to be casual and asked.
“It has nothing to do with you.” She put away the phone, her expression skeptical. “Where have you been? Didn’t you say that you wanted to take a shower?”
“Do you know how many ways there are to get rid of an odor? One is cleaning, another one is covering it with a new odor.” He talked nonsense while keeping a straight face. “The tenant, that little girl living with me, needed to use the bathroom. She didn’t want to be late for school so I really couldn’t fight with her. I thought I could get some sweat to cover my smell so I went running outside.” “But, surprisingly, this body just doesn’t sweat very much. Now I see why you martialists always look neat and clean. Well, this isn’t important at all. Anyhow, I didn’t sneak away. You see that I’m standing right in front of you now, don’t you?”
“…” Garcia stared at him for a long time before opening her mouth. “I don’t want to interfere with your private life, but it’s not good to indulge yourself. More importantly… it’s also about education.”
“What?” Roland was stunned.
“I mean those girls who came out of your apartment… Why can’t you get things done somewhere else? Why do you have to bring them home? Have you already forgotten that there’s a little girl in your home,” said Garcia, frowning, ”
He almost choked upon hearing such words. He had deliberately arranged the Taquila witches to cut off their consciousness and get into the Dreamland once Zero had left for school, but he had never expected what the other residents would have thought about these women coming out of his home. Garcia had the complete wrong idea based on what she had seen.
“It’s true that some martialists will become less decent when they become famous. In the face of money and fame, a man will easily lose himself, but don’t forget that we’re fighting for this world and always have to maintain a high morale. Overindulgence will only make your movements slow…”
“Ahem, I got it.” Feeling that she wanted to give him a moral education lecture, he immediately interrupted her. “We can talk about this matter later. Could you please let me change my clothes first? I don’t want to be late for our visit.”
She closed her mouth in displeasure and glared at him. “…Be quick.”
…
He dressed up by putting on his new suit. Under Zero’s gaze, he put a fried egg into a sandwich bag to eat as breakfast and walked out of the apartment.
“You…” At the door, Garcia blinked at him.
“It’s my first time visiting the headquarters and I thought that I should dress formally.” Roland shrugged. “I’m a new member of the association and casual clothing seems disrespectful for such an occasion. What do you think?”
“Hah… whatever you want.” She shook her head. “But to my surprise, you look… quite good in this suit.”
“Of course, you get what you pay for. This trim custom-made suit cost me a lot of my ‘robbery income’. After all, the clothes make the man. An ordinary-looking man would look great immediately after dressing up and, as an added benefit, I’m slim and have nice long gray hair. Back in the world where I lived before, people would believe that I’m an elf prince,” he thought to himself.