Chapter 1141 - Trust and Misunderstanding (1/2)

“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.