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Chapter 1141
Chapter 1141: Trust and Misunderstanding




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"Hey, just about the right time . I want to discuss something with you . " Garcia's voice came from the other end of the line before Roland spoke .

"Um . . . what do you want to talk about?"

"I would rather talk to you in person . Come to my room . You just got up, didn't you?"

Garcia demanded condesendingly over the phone, as though sleeping in was a capital offence for martialists .

"Well . . . alright then," Roland said thoughtfully, quickly making up his mind to first see what she would say . If Garcia happened to be in a bad mood, he could always call on her another day .

After hanging up the telephone, Roland asked the three witches to wait for him at the living room before he strode off to Room 0827 .

"The door is open . Come in," Garcia said gruffly as she heard Roland's footsteps .

Roland entered and found Garcia in her summer dress, standing in front of her fridge with two glasses in her hands . Her gray hair streamed down to her shoulders, tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose . She was wearing a flip-flop patterned with cartoon characters . Instead of a self-disciplined martialist, she looked more like a common college student enjoying the summer . Garcia asked, "Any drinks? Water, tea or coke? They're all iced . "

Garcia was actually just two to three years older than him . Had Roland not posed himself as a wretched landlord who used to be a dropout and sacked bartender, he would have been still in school .





"Coke," Roland replied distractedly . "Did you just come back from your morning training?"

"Unlike you, I don't have unlimited leisure time . "

Roland did not know how to retort . They had been more open to each other lately . However, Garcia seemed to have developed a nasty habit of constant criticism, and what was worse, she appeared to be quite enjoying it . It was a miracle that she was still alive, fully intact .

Yet Roland could tell, after knowing her for such a long time, that she was in good humor . Indeed, she was quite delighted .

Was it because of the matter she was going to share?

"Here, iced green tea," Garcia said as she put down a drink in front of him .

"I said coke . . . " Roland protested mildly, his brows raised .

"You didn't do your morning excercise, so it would be better to reduce your sugar intake," Garcia answered seriously to stifle her smile . "The evolution of the Force of Nature has nothing to do with one's body type . A skinny person could also have great power, which means your power won't help you tone your body . If you plan to take part in a martialist contest, you'd better make sure you work out regularly . A fit martialist is always going to be more popular than an overweight one . "

"Then why did you bother offering me choices," Roland snapped within himself while rolling his eyes . He said grumpily, "So what? Did you ask me to come here just to educate me on fitness? I've told you that I have the slightest interest in becoming a top martialist or participating in some sort of contest . I don't need fame to hunt down the evil and protect the world . I would rather be what I am now, a nameless, unknown martialist who fights anonymously for the mankind . "





If he did become a public figure, how could he continue to search for the Fallen Evils?

"Incredible . . . " Garcia muttered, her eyes fixed upon Roland as she continued slowly, "I thought you would never say something like that . My master once told me that you should never believe what a person says but what he does . If I didn't see what you've done, I would have thought you were just a hypocritic who lies unblushingly . But as much as I hate to admit it, you're . . . honest . "


Roland knew what Garcia was referring to .

After he successfully killed his first Fallen Evil, he and the Taquila witches started to work together to exterminate other Fallen Evils in the city .

Faldi searched the city in daytime, and he and the combat witches went to kill at night . Apart from obtaining mutated Forces of Nature, they would also get a lot of extra income often . To avoid uninvited attention, Roland would only take some cash or unidentifiable personal articles . Sometimes, he would donate some Forces of Nature to the Martialist Association as well .

The Martialist Association monitored all the Fallen Evils in the city . If they discovered a large number of Fallen Evils mysteriously died and their Forces of Nature disappeared, they would very likely become suspicious . As such, Roland had to voluntarily report some of the incidents every now and then to keep his identity and his miraculous work secret .

Meanwhile, Roland was also proactively defending against erosions . According to Garcia, he was currently the most active new member in the association, and he had even killed more Fallen Evils than some official members . The Fallen Evils, on the other hand, had also realized that they had a powerful enemy and were now strenuously tracking him down .

In other words, Roland had made quite a buzz among the executives of the Prism City and the Fallen Evils . Nevertheless, he was still a nobody among fellow martialists and the public . Garcia knew all that Roland had done simply because Roland needed to contact her to hand in Forces of Nature .

"Hmph . . . that's my duty," Roland said while clearing his throat . "Isn't it the responsibility of a martialist?"

"Yes," Garcia, to Roland's surprise, smiled, "this is the responsibility of an martialist . " She handed him a piece of paper and said, "Congratulations, you're now an official member of the Martialist Association . This is your contract that has just arrived . Effective upon execution . "





"I remember you only need to solve one erosion to become an official member, and I've already solved eight or ten now . That's really slow of the Prism City administration . "

"Because . . . the Martialist Association is an interational organization . "

"So I'm an official member just as you are now?"

"No," Garcia said while shaking her head and passed a brochure across the table . "Actually, you've outperformed me . "

Roland opened the brochure curiously and was mildly surprised . "This is — "

"The hunting license," Garcia replied slowly, her smile fading away . "Only outstanding and dedicated martialists would be granted the license . There are no more than ten licensed martialists in this city, and the Prism City has issued no more than 100 licenses . Your rights as a licensed martialist and the matters that you need to pay particular attention to are all listed at the end of the booklet . Remember, the license not only represents the trust the Association puts in you but also a greater responsibility . I hope you could carry on and help the mankind gain the eventual victory . "

"So this is what she's glad about . . . "

Normally, people would feel upset, jealous and frustrated when being outstripped by a new member recruited by themselves . However, Roland did not see any of these negative emotions in Garcia . She was truely happy for him, as though she was also honored .

This made Roland a little unsettled .

He knew that Garcia spoke most highly of him at the moment . Because of her high expectation, Roland now felt a surge of heavy guilt . He knew that despite her haughtiness, Garcia was a person of morality and principles . The best example was how she had helped the residents in the modular apartment stand up to the evacuation threat of the Clover Group . Thinking of the potential misunderstanding that might stand between them in the future, Roland was very troubled .

"By the way, why did you call me?" Garcia asked while sipping her tea lazily . "I've done my part . I don't think you anticipated all that, did you?"

"Er . . . I need your help with something . " Roland had no choice but said, "Can you come to my room?"

Garcia cast him a suspicious look and said, "Sure, but is it not something that you can say here?"

"You'll know when you come over . "

"OK . "

Roland took a deep breath and led her to Room 0825 .

As soon as they stepped into the living room, the three witches turned around, their eyes sparkling with excitement .

Then Roland felt a chill running down his spine .

"You . . . you finally did this!" Garcia gasped, standing rooted to the spot . "My goodness . . . they're still kids . I, I'm going to call the police!"

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