The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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Morrillin, who was quietly reading the newspaper while sitting at the workbench, did not look at James, but simply raised his hand and pointed to the platform in the center of the room. "Take off your coat and stand up."

James did so. Looking at himself in the four standing mirrors, he subconsciously adjusted his wrinkled shirt.

Morrillin closed the newspaper, the tape measure hanging on his neck was removed, and he walked straight to the standing James. He pinched the front end of the tape measure with one hand and pressed it against the shoulder of James. Suo's friction sound was quiet and peaceful, stopping on the other shoulder.

"Your thinking." Morrelin looked at his tape measure, and the small book on his chest was taken out, noting the size. "Some confusion."

James took a deep breath while the other side raised his arm and tape measure around his chest. "Zack suggested that I come."

"Hehe." Morrillin, who was recording the size behind James, smiled, and seemed to appreciate James's cooperation. The comfortable men's clothing would not be as comfortable as the women's breath. "Ask about 'Kozil' thing" What? Hehe, you should be able to understand that Mr. Toledo ’s advice has never been so simple. "

James frowned. As Morrillin just gave, his thinking was a bit confusing.

James ’arm was pulled by Morelin, and the tape measure continued to measure," Oh, you think too much. "Morelin ’s gaze went to the side of the wardrobe covered with men ’s clothing," Miss Louise and Miss Mo asked at the wedding The women's dress is ready, you will have time to send it back. "

James leaked. Then he was lifting gas immediately, and the tape measure went around his waist. Well, people, there are only a few sensitive parts.

"And Grand did not pay, you pay."

James' face twitched. "I still have to ask about Kozil." He exhaled slightly, reiterating his purpose here.

"Aren't we going on?" Morrillin's voice was soft and gentle. One end of the tape measure was against the James badge on the waist, and the other end extended upward, stopping under the armpit beside him. The two faced their eyes, "You still have to pay for your set."

James frowned. He wanted to retreat from the platform. He didn't make clothes here. I don't plan to spend money inexplicably.

"Stand up. In his head, a familiar and severe voice suddenly sounded. James' movement stiffened, and he stood out in a subconscious manner!

Morrillin smiled, shook his head slightly and squatted down with a measuring tape, and began to measure the length of his pants. ? August ▲? Chinese network. ww.8.11zw.com ■ He not only forcibly sells James clothes. Also sell a full set!

"You ..." James' face turned white for a moment, and he just looked down at Morrillin who had just reacted, ready to dodge ...

"Stand up straight! you're a soldier! 』Familiar and severe voice appeared again in James's mind!

James's face was pale, but he still stood up subconsciously, looking straight ahead! Standard military posture! Because, that voice belongs to James's father, General Lance! At this time, it is absolutely impossible for people here in Barton, here!

"Apologize for this little trick." Morrillin, who had recorded the size, stood up and looked at James with a pale face. He smiled and turned his head. "But I‘ read ’everything about you, and I now find that this is the most deterrent to you."

James had sweat beads on his forehead, "You, what have you done ?!"

"Heart." Morrillin looked at James with a smile. "It's just an open book for me." After reading the book again, he hung the tape measure on his neck. The matching page. "

As I said, Minxin is very powerful, Morrelin is very powerful.

Morrillin turned. Going to his workbench, the small book with the size recorded was spread out, and he began to copy the data. It would be nice if Morrelin had an assistant, so he didn't have to do this kind of miscellaneous work himself. But, as we know, Ali is not here.

"Why, how ..." James probably wanted to ask why there was such a thing, but take it seriously, even if the readers explained it. Does he understand?

After all, James was not too stupid, and he didn't continue to try to ask this out of his understanding to find it boring. He walked off the platform and stared at Morrillin, "You said we were going, what is going on? I need to know what Kozil is! You are telling me that Kozil is also mind-reading in this way ..."

Morrillin glanced at James and walked to the cabinet where the fabric was stacked. "Choose one."

The interrupted James only glanced at the position of the fabric, and the corner of his eye twitched. "You can't directly" read "what I want to choose ..."

"Woollen, black." Morrillin responded with a smile, then turned his side, "It's boring and there are no new options."

James's throat is stuck. What he just said is negative. Not only does he not need the other party to answer, but he does not need the other party to comment on his clothing taste! But Maureen hasn't finished speaking yet-

"And I still need to remind you that it is summer, your choice is too, too willful. Bayi ■ ★ Chinese ★ Chinese? Net. Www.81zw.com ★" woolen, please! Morrillin still smiled, beckoning to James and walking towards the cupboard. "You'd better come over and feel for yourself." He had already ripped a piece of fabric, like a normal businessman, to seduce the guests.

With James pursing his lips forward, what can he do other than follow the rhythm of the reader? Do you throw away? Then Zac was smirked when he went back without gain in this line? Ha ha.

With the cloth recommended by Morrillin in his hand, James was thinking about something else.

From Ogier to the north, Back Bay, there are people who have to follow the rhythm of the mind reader, and there is one, Emilia.

Amelia stared at the teacup on her coffee table and was forced to listen to Oz Kozier ’s “self-talk”, a rare relaxation of “holiday”, ruined.

What is James doing on the other side of the deal? Emilia thought. It ’s not Emilia who cares about James, but the benefits of her psychological expertise—when people are extremely disgusted with the current situation, the best way to face it is to escape and let the mind go to another world. Commonly known as evasion.

"You are not listening." Oz turned his head, looking at Amelia still in the bathrobe, "I also chose a subject that I don't care about now (what James is doing)." Mouth pursed, "You know, Emilia, for an ordinary person, you have a strong ability to adapt to aliens, so quickly thought of coping methods."

This is probably praise. There is no response from Amelia. Amelia is immersed in her own thinking-James uses this morning holiday to read gossip magazines, take a bath, apply a mask ... Hey, Ai How does Miria think, no one can interfere ... no one?

Emilia's body stiffened abruptly. In her heart, "Book" was turned.

Amelia sat down sullenly across from Oz, frowning tightly, her face as if she was going to concentrate on listening to the other person's "lecture". Yes. It ’s ‘lecturing’, because just now, Amelia had a picture of her student days in front of her. A severe psychology professor scolded a sleeping student by holding a chalk!

"What did you do to me!" Emilia stared at Oz in front of her.

Oz smiled, "I said. We are going to start again." Oz once again introduced his brewed tea cup to Emilia. "Friendly communication is the first step in a good relationship. How can I get you here It's distracting in important exchanges. "

"What did you do to me !!" Emilia repeated again, her tone intense, because she was now, she couldn't let it go, and she was all pointing at one thing-listening to Oz! Just as her strong spirit in her student days forced herself to listen to the dizzying class taught by the old professor!

"Oh?" Oz smiled. "Are you curious? Maybe you can understand it." He took a sip of tea slowly. "The human mind is a very complicated thing. You can say that it is a continuous process of thinking, memory, and emotion."

Hell, Emilia really felt like she was attending the class! Believe me, Emilia's purpose of studying hard and starting work after graduation is definitely not to return to class!

"I need your attention now." Oz raised his hand. "So I find the paragraph in your heart that best meets my needs, read it, and urge you now."

"You use my memory to manipulate my current way of thinking and emotional direction !!" Worthy of being a psychological professional. Emilia said the truth, not right, but yelled out in anger.

Oz raised his eyebrows and started clapping his hands. Pappa. Annoy people.

"You surprise me." Oz gave such a comment, "Amelia, now I really want to make friends with you."

"Never!" Simply, "With you guys! Never!"

"Don't do that." Oz smiled and waved his hand, "And don't call me" this kind of guy ", I have identity and status. Not an ordinary alien ..." Ozton paused, looking at Emilia, 'Talk to yourself', "You don't believe me? Yes, I just said that the aliens in the west are the bottom of society, slaves and servants serving the feast and humans, but I am not, I am a partner, the feast of the feast partner……"

Oz raised his eyebrows, and his expression was helpless again. "Emilia, you'd better throw away this dangerous idea as soon as possible." Uh, it really makes people wonder what Emily thought at this time! "How about that, I will tell you Kozil's story, and you will understand. How? Using the story of my family to start our friendly re-understanding ..."

Still, things are not over here, Oz will go on.

However, if you can choose, I think we would like this story to be told when it is truly friendly, er, at least not because the listeners are extremely disgusted and the storytellers are forced to instill it.

Very convenient, Ogier Street, Wuyuan Store, this story will be carried out in another pair of dialogue, come back here.

"Very good." Morrillin marked James' choice, "As for the style, how about it to me." Morrillin looked at James with a smile, "I can guarantee that, as you are used to, those recent It ’s totally different from the start of Button Liszt to become the topic of 'Kozil', you will like it. "

James frowned and moved, and the other party actively mentioned Kezier, which is a good thing, "You are going to tell me Ke ..."

"Don't worry so much." Morrelin shook his head and still smiled. "How about some family stories first. Everything you want to know is here."

What James could say, pursed his lips and made a gesture of invitation.

"My ancestor was a lowly slave who didn't even have a name." Morrillin started, and he pulled the chair beside the workbench, which indicated that this was a story that took some time. The only room for him to live is to listen to the tortured poor people in the **** torture room ... "

James interrupted for the first time, "When, when is the story you tell." Reasonably questioned.

"Three centuries ago." Morrillin replied, and then continued, "Probably, if there was no accident, he would die in the dark torture room. Until one day, a big man appeared." Morrillin smiled, and seemed afraid. James didn't know, "The big man is a" Lesenbra "at the Feast. You can ask Zac when you go back."

James ’current behavior, er, may seem stupid, but it must be. He sullenly pulled out his small notebook, wrote "Lesenbra", and confirmed the spelling to Morrillin.

"The big man seemed to just glance at the progress of his slaves and soon left." Morrillin kept the story narrated with a smile. "After all, the torture officer is a transfiguration known for his cold blood, and the assistants It is a mind reader who is good at digging people's hearts. This big man does not need to waste his supper (blood) at all, and put his noble sight (enchanting pupil) on the tortured guy. "

Morrillington paused and looked at James with disappointment. "You didn't receive what I meant to say. I'm telling you that in the west, all aliens are slaves serving the feast. For centuries It used to be the same as it is now. ”

Naturally, James' face was darker.

After deliberately reminding James, Morrillin continued, "A few days later, my ancestor left the torture room with a mortal mood and found this big man. He said the following paragraph, 'Master , I made this scarf, which can be worn on your neckline, so that the next time you attach the stained neckline, you can replace it. You do n’t have to worry about the sudden appetite at those banquets. '"

In James's mind, the evolution of the gentleman's formal attire has emerged over the centuries. He felt cold.

"The big man patted my ancestors' shoulders and asked, 'Very well, I solved my troubles, I'm happy. Then what trouble do you have for me, a lowly creature, can I help you?'" Morrillin Imitating the tone of the characters in the story, "'I want the name, master.' My ancestor replied this way." Morrillin shrugged. "The big guy is probably really in a good mood, but it is not good enough to give him honor To the point of the surname 'Lesenbra', he said, 'How is Kozil, from now on, you will be called Kozil.' "

Again, this story is not over. (To be continued.)