Facing Orianna\'s inquiry, Cori opened her mouth, shook her head immediately, and looked like she wanted to talk and stop.

Her intuition or illusion told herself that the monster was a little like her father.

For example, the vague sense of oppression during confrontation, and the angle and direction of sword transportation

But it is only very simple and superficial. At best, monkeys imitate humans.

As the most similar person to her father\'s swordsmanship in the world, Cori is certainly qualified to give such an evaluation.

But I couldn\'t say it, because the imitation was too rough and clumsy. It was probably just a coincidence, and she wasn\'t sure.

Anya noticed the change in her face and took the initiative to say:

"What do you think, but aren\'t you sure?"

"Well, I have to see it again."

Cori nodded.

Olanna didn\'t ask too much. She stood up, gave the baby cat back to Chloe, then stretched hard, showed her proud curve and said:

"Well, before it appears again, too much discussion is not necessary..."

"Mr. Oddo, will you and I go out on patrol today? Little Cory will stay and take care of the melting pot."

The housekeeper quickly stood up and said respectfully:

"It\'s my pleasure."

Cori was a little strange about this arrangement. Patrolling should have been her duty.

She quickly stood up and tried to say something.

But Orianna rubbed her little head first and said with a gentle smile:

"Your father is so far away. Stay with him."

Cori reacted and nodded hard.

"Thank you, miss Orianna."

"However, don\'t patronize and play. The safety of the melting pot is also very important."

Olliana followed the reminder.

Keli replied confidently:

"Well, you can rest assured that with your father, this is the safest city in the world!"

"My father is very powerful. He is the most powerful father in the world!"

Orianna couldn\'t help smiling and crying. She had heard some rumors about the "star sword girl" before. Although she was strong, she was a little immature. She was still trying to find a way to regenerate her broken limb.

But is that Mr. rolle really that good?

There was a flash of doubt in Orianna\'s heart. She didn\'t understand where Cori\'s self-confidence came from.

She shook hands with rolle and didn\'t notice anything wrong. She was just a well-trained ordinary swordsman. She didn\'t touch extraordinary power and didn\'t fluctuate.

"By the way, I\'ve been curious before. Why did you do these things without telling your father?"

Olliana asked another question that had always been strange.

Cori replied with a serious face:

"Because I want to find a way for my father to regenerate his broken limb, but this process must be full of danger and trouble. If he knew, he would never let me out again."

Olliana listened and nodded.

"This is really a very troublesome thing..."

As a knowledgeable saint, she knows the trouble better than Kelly.

"Come on."

Olanna said and left with the housekeeper.

When she got into the steamer, she suddenly asked:

"What do you know about Mr. roll?"

The housekeeper could not help but freeze slightly. For a moment, he didn\'t know how to answer.

Mr. Rawl\'s hidden strength must have his deep meaning. He should not disclose

But it\'s not easy to perfunctory a saint

The housekeeper was immediately in a dilemma.

But Ariana didn\'t really embarrass him. Seeing his reaction, she nodded and said:

"Well, your reaction has been regarded as an answer. This Mr. rolle is really not an ordinary martial artist?"

I didn\'t say anything. You guessed it yourself.

The housekeeper said to himself.

On Rolle\'s side, the meeting has slowly wandered to a commercial street.

Looking at the colorful goods in the window, he felt embarrassed again.

I can\'t afford to buy a train ticket back to the village with my own money. Can I really ride a little donkey back then?

He has no friends outside, and he can\'t have the cheek to ask his daughter for money

So when he passed a telegraph office, he bit his teeth and went in.

He planned to brazenly send a telegram to the doctor asking him to help collect the reward from Duoduo town and send it to himself.

He deserved the money. He didn\'t have any psychological burden when he took it back. He just had to ask the doctor to come. I\'m sorry.

He can trust the doctor to help with this. After all, he is a person who can give away quasi holy things. It is impossible to embezzle his little money.

Rolle picked up the paper and pen next to him and wrote:

"I\'m very short of money. I hope to receive the reward on behalf of you."

Telegrams are counted according to the number of words, so save if you can, and try to be concise and comprehensive.

However, after writing it, Rolle thought about it, deleted a few words and changed it to:

"Very tight, help lead"

He thought the doctor should be able to understand.

After finishing the telegram, he thought about it and sent another telegram to the village:

“？”

It\'s very concise and comprehensive.

After sending the telegram, he bought a newspaper on the way and walked back slowly while reading it.

As soon as his figure appeared on the White Oak Street, a maid who had been watching the wind hurried upstairs and informed Kerry who was playing with the little milk cat.

So when rolle came back, he saw his daughter sitting on the sofa, holding a big black book in her arms, reading it seriously, full of literary girlish temperament.

"Dad ~"

Seeing rolle going upstairs, Kelly closed the book and threw herself into Rolle\'s arms.

Rolle picked up her daughter, rubbed her little face, made her giggle, and then asked:

"Where\'s miss olivana?"

"She needs to go to the governor\'s house."

Anya nearby helped explain.

Without asking more, Rolle sat on the sofa, put his daughter on his lap, and continued to ask:

"How is your social practice going? Have you met any danger? I\'ve been worried about this all the time, so I came here to have a look."

Cori and Anya looked at each other, exchanged opinions quickly with their eyes, and then said in unison:

"No, no, we\'ve always been safe."

Rolle nodded with satisfaction and muttered in a low voice:

"That\'s good, that\'s good... Then... Have you not been bullied by others?"

Cori almost couldn\'t help saying that she was bullied by rice cake people, but fortunately she held back and replied:

"No, no, everyone is very good to me."

"Well, that\'s good... In short, if you encounter any grievances, remember to tell me."

Rolle said seriously.