Chapter 1218: NO. 122: He Has No Opinion

NO. 122: He Has No Opinion

As a travel city, Aachen has retained a large degree of traditional culture.

But obviously, the result of seventy percent of the economy being driven by outsiders is that we must face the impact of foreign culture.

As for the result of this impact……

Leaving aside how to evaluate it, as a beneficiary of foreign cuisine, sitting in a late‑night French restaurant, Aomo agrees that the richness of food culture is a good thing.

Frankly speaking, Aomo has no particular fondness for French cuisine.

Eating Falu District cuisine in Bode District is only because he's already made plenty of German dishes at the office; but to go from Jiemen District to Bode District just to find the Dongyan and Jidong restaurant……that's somewhat of a performance art.

It's rare for them to go out together, and the girls all want to try something fresher, so they relied on Gilbalis's big‑data popularity search and each girl's vote to decide tonight's restaurant.

Although the commotion from the big‑data search added an extra girl to the voting round, the Witch Beast's appetite in the present realm is still no match for two horse girls, so inserting herself isn't much of a burden.

Frankly speaking, even if a horse girl really cut in line, she couldn't threaten Aomo's wallet.

He has simply made thrift a habit, so he pays close attention to every 'unexpected expense' segment.

Being concerned is being concerned; it's not that he feels dissatisfied, but he can't help mentally estimating the cost twice, then he's left speechless by the actual settlement.

"Do Digimon also have an extra stomach for dessert?"

Looking at the table full of after‑meal desserts, then at the Witch Miss who seems naturally blended into the female circle, Aomo feels her state is nothing more than a sense of dissonance in her attire.

"Not wanting to" is the usual answer from Digimon; wanting to try something different is an 'abnormality.' Recently Aomo received some trial‑fit photos of Baal Beast X from Bi Ze, and the Witch Beast once scoffed at it, laughing that so‑called 'freedom' couldn't just be for changing a few sets of human clothes.

In response, Aomo merely smiled, then, under her astonished gaze, took off her pointed hat.

In response, Aomo merely smiled, and then, in her astonished gaze, he removed her pointed hat.

That was his answer.

In theory, to better understand the world, studying magic (coding logic), the Witch Miss who deliberately devolved from Bellstar Beast to Witch Beast should be a paragon of pursuing knowledge, a diligent thinker.

But everyone's thinking is limited by cognition; each advance in thought kills the past self.

Advancement isn't easy; most people are still stuck in the labyrinth of self, unable to correctly perceive people and events, as a saying from the Anmei District philosophy and psychology fields goes: "Some people seem to be thinking, but they're actually just organizing their biases."

Humans are like that already; perhaps we shouldn't expect a Digimon wholly governed by data to be any different.

Especially since, as his partner, he holds not a free Digimon spirit but a Dark Digimon soul.

The Witch Beast's prejudice against Baal Beast X runs deep; every time they meet, her moves are no mere horseplay—cocking the trigger with killing intent aimed solely at one side's destruction. Only because of Aomo and Bi Ze has this all been brought infinitely close to the former Electric Light Machine King set——

The witch beast's prejudice against the Barbarian Beast X is deep indeed; each time they meet, their clash is no mere scuffle, the trigger pulled with murderous intent meant solely for one side's annihilation—yet because of Aomo and Bi Ze, all this has been drawn inexorably close to the former set of the Electric Light Machine King—

If you say there's no killing intent, there still is.

The conflict between the leaders of the monster controllers and Dainan Ze'ang is utterly irreconcilable; only one side falling can stop it (without Aomo's interference).

But aside from the leaders, everyone's after‑work life feeling is genuinely sufficient.

Even when people from the two sides run into each other after work, they can chat a few sentences and have a few drinks.

A sense of division thus arises naturally.

By comparison, the Witch Beast's side isn't especially divided; she merely avoids Baal Beast X on purpose, so she hasn't had a chance to strike, and when they do meet, Aomo must stop her with various justifications for the greater good.

Such hostility, such prejudice—it's no surprise they can cloud intellect, and breaking out of it is rather unlikely.

But thought differs from stance, and Digimon aren't limited to relying on external interference with the Digicore to achieve evolution.

So he said that, tapping her forehead covered in blond hair with his knuckles.

After a few days passed, he doesn't know whether there was any result.

All he knows is that she once desperately wanted her hat back, but now she's hung it on the side of the chair and even waves it around in her hand.

And what about the Witch Miss? She still holds her dessert tray, turns her head, and blinks blink‑blink alongside the slender black cat beside her, looking utterly innocent.

She doesn't seem in a hurry to retrieve her hat.

Before that, she finally left the broom that used to stick to her rear end and took a seat.

"Whether I can equip it or not, I just need to evolve once to clear everything out!"

That sounds like a bottomless pit.

"That remark hardly befits a Witch's dignity, and your partner's wallet would feel hurt too."

"Then don't ask!" the Witch Beast's self‑righteous stance makes it hard not to have the partner turn and look at Miss Suzi, who's poking her phone on the table with one hand.

"Don't act so stingy—I've clearly been working for you all along!"

"That's certainly true; please let me apologize." The blood‑red Witch's hat spun between her fingers; Aomo was actually quite surprised that this restaurant doesn't mind eccentric attire and that half‑body pet, since a glance shows the patrons have hardly any Digimon companions.

"That's indeed correct; please allow me to apologize." The blood-red witch's hat spun between her fingers; Aomo was actually quite surprised that this restaurant didn't mind the outlandish attire and that half-bodied pet—clearly, at a glance, the patrons here had no digital companions.

The Demon Realm District originally had many wizards and witch residents, and the Witch Beast's appearance is already overly witch‑like, lying between tradition and modernity.

Tradition shows in the pallid Halloween‑style powder makeup and the overly wide hands.

It bears a fair share of the grotesqueness of the witch image from old legends.

Modernity appears in her near‑bondage‑style outfit, full of belts and zippers, fashionable yet fully showing her curves, and even her face remains attractive and playful despite any death‑themed makeup.

At a glance she's clearly going for a modern style, effectively countering the Digimon legend that 'all golden‑haired female Digimon share the same face beneath their masks—in other words, they're all Digimon clones!'

"Sure, the Witch Lady graciously accepts your apology…" With that face she spoke, then stuck a fork into a cake, not even noticing the cream on the corner of her mouth, just as restless as the black cat beside her.

"Sure, this witch mercifully accepts your apology..." The face said while speaking, also stuck another cake, not even noticing the cream at the corner of the mouth, just as restless as the black cat beside her.

You're not eating, are you?

"Please enjoy your meal."

Silently hanging the wizard's hat back on the chair's edge, Aomo merely sighed, then greeted the other three girls: "I'm going to pay," and promptly walked toward the counter.

But before that, a surprised attendant would come forward to greet him.

Not to mention the outer districts; even within Jiemen District, restaurants and eateries are more likely to have servers bring the bill, and going to the counter yourself won't earn thanks—it might even draw contempt.

For Aomo, who usually keeps a low profile and observes propriety, this really shouldn't be the case.

For the Aomo who usually values a humble existence and propriety, this should not have been.

So the several female companions who responded at the table could be said to have all pretended not to care, and then after Aomo turned around, they collectively turned their heads to look at his back.

"Master, anything on your mind?" Bopang asked.

In Trainer Lindun's unit, when outsiders are present, the most silent and reticent is Aimu Zhiji; when there are no outsiders, the one who speaks the least is actually Meipu Bopang.

Aimu Zhiji still occasionally argues with Ailisuzhi, and her awkward conversations with Aomo Lindun are not short; meanwhile, Meipu Bopang is always concise and observant.

Especially, the observation of Master.

Her attentiveness in this regard can be said to be not at all inferior to that of Chazuo and Suzi.

And at this time, Suzi, who had already pricked up her ears, also asked in surprise: "Is he avoiding us?"

Right now, no matter how she looks at it, it seems that Tunshujun wants to take that server far away to chat about something.

"No way, I can't hear." Her ears drooped, a bit dejected.

"Maybe it's related to the case you guys are involved in." Qieliena said, picking up the red wine glass in front of her and taking a sip. This is the value of the only adult present, aside from the extraneous role of the witch beast.

"The trip I took with him to the Demon Realm zone felt unstable there as well."

"What's the point of hogging all this fun?!" Knowing the reason but still wanting to shout, Miss Suzi crossed her arms unhappily, then immediately turned her head to look to the side. "Qijun, can you call that guy in your phone to help eavesdrop a bit?"

"That little snake might..." The whole time poking her phone screen, seemingly chatting with netizens about something very exciting, Miss Qijun said, then suddenly paused: "Ah, it seems we can push this onto Yalikexisi, then I'll call Him over."

Her attitude shifted.

"Did you hear? Yalikexisi, come over quick, don't get in the way of my chat with Miss Huoerhaiya!!"

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