I have a Synthesizer

However, Klein wasn't a superficial person. Big boobs couldn't be eaten as food, uh! Absolutely impossible.

As for hobbies? Klein couldn't exactly say his hobby was synthesis, could he?

Perona saw Klein frown and thought he was unhappy.

"Is this question difficult to answer? Then I'll change the question. Were you fighting Bone-Eating Beasts just now?"

This question was considered normal.

"Yes, there was a battle before. But, when it gets dark, you have to find a place to stay. After searching for a long time without finding a suitable place, we saw lights here, so we came over."

Klein was just stating the facts normally, but Perona still noticed the difference.

"You weren't forced here by the Bone-Eating Beasts?"

"Forced here? Why would we be forced here by Bone-Eating Beasts?"

"Then, what about those Bone-Eating Beasts?"

"We drove them back!"

"Eh?"

Perona was stunned. That number? Drove them back? Are you even talking about the same thing as me!

"With that kind of number, I felt like there were 200-300 of them, drove them back?"

Klein frowned. Although he didn't want to take credit, 200-300? Were you looking down on them?

"It wasn't 200-300!"

Hearing this, Perona patted her rising and falling chest and nodded.

"I knew it! How could it be that number."

Perona hadn't finished speaking when Klein interrupted her.

"That's right, 200-300 is too few. We probably killed over a thousand, maybe even several thousand. I didn't count the exact number."

Klein naturally spoke truthfully. There was no need for him to lie about this kind of thing.

"What's so funny about that? It's just killing some low-level magical beasts, there doesn't seem to be any need to lie, right!"

Klein said matter-of-factly.

Perona showed an awkward expression. The number of low-level magical beasts also matters, okay? Is the gap between people really that big?

"Senior Klein, are all the people from your Jay Society so powerful?"

Klein nodded. At this time, he definitely had to pass the credit to his teammates, so he began to brag in reverse.

"Yeah, my teammates are awesome. It all depends on their burst of gunfire. I'm just support, the kind who shouts '666' in the back."

"666? What does that mean?"

"It means I'm praising my teammates for being amazing."

"I see!"

As the two talked, they arrived at the door of Perona's room. Klein looked at Perona, who was almost sticking to him, which made him a little embarrassed.

"I can go in and wash myself, you go back."

"Hey! Don't, don't, don't, Senior Klein, this villa has a big problem, and a very terrifying incident just happened in this room.

One of our male members was killed, right in my room, and then the corpse appeared on my bed, and then he recovered as if nothing had happened.

So, if you leave me alone here, what if I get, you know, done by them?

Although we're not from the same club, we're both from the academy, Senior, please help!"

What Perona said was reasonable and well-founded, and in the end, it even had a hint of pleading, but it couldn't convince Klein.

Looking at Klein's suspicious expression, Perona suddenly felt a little desperate. What I said is true! Big brother, why do you have that expression?

Looking at the incoherent Perona and her pitiful eyes, Klein was dumbfounded. It wasn't that he thought Perona was lying.

But he felt that he wasn't sure if there was a problem with the woman in front of him's body, but at least there was something wrong with her brain.

The whole person's movements and expressions were all very thirsty, which made Klein doubt himself.

"This expression feels like she's been hungry for days. Could it be that I look delicious covered in blood? Could she be an ogre?

Also, she's so young, but her breathing is too heavy, isn't it? Does she have lung disease? Or does she have some ulterior motive for me?

Could it be that she wants to attack me? She looks very weak, this situation, it's unlikely, right?"

The two people's thoughts were not on the same channel at all.

"Is that so? Okay, you can follow if you want."

Klein originally wanted to find a separate room to release Lance and have a good talk. Now it seems that there is no chance.

Following Klein into the bedroom, Perona clenched her fists. Finally, she was in! Now she was in the same room as her male god.

Watching Klein walk into the bathroom, Perona, who had been full of ambition just now, stood in place, struggling in her heart.

"Victory is at hand, what are you waiting for? Go, Perona!."

"This woman? What is she doing?" Klein frowned.

Bloodstains flowed into the sewer along with the water, as if they were being absorbed by the room.

Just then, the sewer drain vibrated slightly, mixed in with the sound of water, almost inaudible.

Klein vaguely sensed something, looked around, but it seemed like he didn't find anything.

Suddenly, the drain of the sewer was broken open by a tentacle covered with thorns, stabbing directly at Klein.

The tentacle was less than 5 centimeters away from Klein, a flash of sword light, the tentacle was cut off by Rakushun, and fell to the ground.

Klein put down Rakushun, grabbed the tentacle with his Bone Hand, threw it into the trash can, and continued to take a shower as if nothing had happened.

But he always felt that something was wrong. His always calm mood was inexplicably irritable. His perception was very keen and generally would not go wrong. There must be a problem at this time.

Just then, the door was suddenly opened, and Perona walked in directly, making the naked Klein very passive all of a sudden.

The shower sprayed on Perona's body, quickly soaking her thin pajamas, and Perona's very proud figure appeared in front of Klein.

Klein was not a saint, in this case, it would really be a god if he could move his eyes away.

This chapter was inexplicably harmonized, so I can only fix the villa about the supernatural, there is no way.