Anji thought hard, but couldn't come up with an answer. With the huge difference in identity and strength between the two parties, she could hardly ask anything... You couldn't ask the other person about their preferences, right? It felt stupid.

You can only talk about yourself - this is the safest and most conservative option.

After a long time, Angie looked at Slade's increasingly dissatisfied eyes and asked hesitantly:

"What kind of person do you think I am?"

Slade was stunned for a moment, and then he sneered, his expression full of disgust:

"She's just an unlovable little girl - she's young and has no liveliness at all."

Anji couldn't hold it back, and the corners of her mouth trembled accidentally.

As early as the first time she entered the soul space, she was fortunate enough to be commented as "unlovable" by Slade there, and now she was said so again by Slade in the real world.

Isn't it just that she is a little older? As for that!

"Okay, okay, it's useless to give you a chance - I'm going to continue asking."

Slade's voice was filled with the same disgust as before. Just as he was about to pick up the wine glass, he saw Angie suddenly bend down, fill a glass of wine, and drink it all in one gulp.

This finally made Slade a little more interested. She pushed the cup to the side a little, and then she held her chin with her hand and watched Anji's performance quietly with a smile in her slightly narrowed eyes.

The girl drank three glasses of wine in a row, put the glass on the table with a bang, took a few quick breaths, and then asked with difficulty:

"Why did you buy so many dresses for me? I obviously don't have time to wear them..."

"Personal preference."

As Slade said this, the smile in the corner of his eyes became stronger and stronger. He looked at Anji in front of him and suddenly said: "The clothes you wear today are okay. Did Jessier braid your hair? You slept in a mess."

of."

"...Huh?"

Anji blinked and her eyes couldn't help but drift to the top of her head, but she couldn't see anything. She could only touch her head with her hand.

Well, it's a mess... It probably feels like "a straw chicken coop has grown on your head"!

Just when Angie was feeling the frizzy hair on her head, Slade's chuckle brought her back to reality:

"Why do you always choose the plainest thing to wear?"

"...I'm not used to dressing too ostentatiously, and knights are originally combatants, right? If anything happens, it won't be easy to move around in these clothes."

As Angie explained this, she thought of Meske's previous comment about her "walking around dressed like this" and couldn't help but add: "And it's also easy to be misunderstood..."

"Misunderstanding?" Slade keenly noticed that there was something wrong in Angie's words, and then thought of something, and immediately sneered, "Ha, I understand - it's Mesk, right?"

Angie was slightly startled, blinked, and then heard Slade continue:

"In the afternoon, Jessiel came to tell me about this - the youngest son of the Nogo family dares to be so lenient. I haven't even dealt with his brother Grissom yet, so I rushed to find trouble."

Slade's expression was very unhappy. After saying these words, he picked up the wine glass and drank it fiercely.

Angie watched her drink ten drinks in a row without speaking again. Just as she was wondering, she heard Slade's calm voice:

"Things were considered a problem before, so I added ten glasses of wine."

Well, emotionally, "who braided the hair" and "why do you choose to wear something plain every time" are also regarded as problems!

Angie looked at Slade dumbfounded, feeling that she was being inexplicably serious today. After thinking about it, she picked up the cup and took a few sips.

Even now, she doesn't feel that the wine is particularly unpleasant - anyway, she is very good at enduring it, so she just needs to get used to it.

While Angie was drinking silently, Slade interjected: "The pattern on your chest and the black lump should be blessings. In my opinion, these things are more like your body absorbing too much

Blessings, and then some overflowed, and it became like this.”

Anji swallowed a sip of wine with difficulty, and then asked: "Is my change normal?"

Seeing Angie drinking hard, Slade showed a rare normal smile:

"At your level, it can't be said to be a change at all. Anyway, you have met Hardfer, you can refer to him - he has only worn this helmet twice, and the left half of his body is covered with those kind of black patches

Even if they are cut off by force, they will quickly grow back and even become more... Oh, by the way, he seems to have lost his sense of smell and taste?"

Listening to Slade's description, Angie's eyes gradually became dull and her mind became confused.

The left half of the body is completely overgrown? Is it that serious?

Will they grow back even if you cut them off? If you can say this, someone must have tried this "radical solution".

Losing the sense of smell and taste? Doesn’t it mean that no matter what you eat, it’s just like chewing a stick? The experience of this guy Hardfer seems to be a bit miserable...

Just when Anji was in a daze, she saw Slade staring closely at her out of the corner of her eye, and she suddenly became excited.

Bad thing, she just forgot to fake her emotions!

At this moment, Anji had already adjusted her expression, but the man's voice, which became deeper again, could be heard in her ears:

"The relationship between you two is indeed not that simple. It seems that you are still hiding a lot of things from me, Angie Greske."

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Chapter completed!