Chapter 1945: NO.565：When there is change

NO. 565：When there is change

The reason classics are called classics is that they are eternal.

The technique of connecting minute texts into patterns hidden within the symbols of a contract is called pattern micro-clause, which can be said to be the preschool foundation of demon/devil education.

That is an instinct imprinted by education, just as ultra-high-speed contract drafting is also part of it.

Enough to make the demon boss resembling a middle-aged man nod and say: "Quite a solid foundation~"

However, Qianming's representative's reaction obviously will not be as blandly accepting as his.

"Trainer?"

"These are just irrelevant contents," Aomo directly handed her a high-powered magnifying glass from somewhere, "Surely the well-informed Miss Qianming also knows this is merely a racial custom, not deliberate fraud."

"Like that…"

The brown-haired girl who glanced at the magnifying glass twice then put it aside simply pushed the contract to one side.

"What contract do we need? It's just a reflection, apology, and promise."

"I'll just guarantee it, okay? That kind of rigid thing doesn't fit my style as Qianming's representative, does it?"

That is indeed……

But if there were no such contract as a constraint and framework, then it would have to be replaced by Aomo's own instability.

However, seeing her little action, Aomo also had no intention to stop it.

"Alright, but I think you and Luna need to hurry up."

He lifted the tea placed on the table, took a light sip, and in this process turned his gaze toward the shopkeeper who showed no reaction even when he called her 'Luna'.

This is naturally not surprising, after all this little izakaya is full of details that can 'speak', enough to let him know the fact that this boss 'is also a member of the Symbol Family and moreover an elder of Ludaofu'.

The distance is probably two or three generations; as for why it would be a demon……

Such questions are usually only asked by transmigrators.

The federation's marriage law also does not restrict interracial marriage, and moreover the local most traditional compendium of stereotypes includes the clause 'old human families always take in interracial sons-in-law to improve bloodline'.

Stereotypes always have some truth, because the reason they become stereotypes is that there are many cases that can be publicized.

Publicity may perhaps be biased, and it is easily overturned by exceptions, but before encountering such an exception, you can completely treat stereotypes as stepping stones to cross the river.

Then you can, like Aomo Lindun, accept with peace of mind the fact that the Symbol Family not only has many humans but also demons mixed among them.

Who knows, there might be something else as well.

Anyway, a well-developed large clan often has many who were granted surnames, or even simply descendants of external surnames and retainers, and to deepen relations they might even intermarry; the excellent members within are always prone to mix with other races.

You can fully look forward to the ethnic diversity within a large clan, and then, upon learning that the Symbol Family's past history lies on a corrupt path, understand why this Ludaofu's fourth uncle opened such a small mobile izakaya in this place.

Whether incompetent or excellent, being able to stay away from the family center of that time is always good.

Aomo merely sitting at this table, just by glancing around, can catch a glimpse of countless traces of operation.

That is also traces of life.

Besides providing Aomo with the shopkeeper's operational and leisure-time action habits, it can also give him much information about customers.

From the coverage of identities to the bustling business periods, it is enough for him to feel that if he just casually chatted a bit more, many 'familiar faces' would appear one after another.

However, at this moment the boss spoke up: 'Actually, there's no need to be so rushed.'

Then he mysteriously pulled out a touchscreen tablet from under the counter, swiftly swiped a few times, and an isolation field that had been separated for two hours rose up from beneath the seats to cover—this small izakaya occupying less than sixteen square meters actually has a private room system.

"Alright, you guys can chat freely; other customers can't see or hear you here, and I should get ready to greet them. Right," he recalled something, just turned back to tidy something but then suddenly turned his head and pointed at the counter, "If you need anything else, just order."

"With Luna here, I probably don't need to introduce the signature dishes."

"Ah, indeed," Ludaofu, who pulled all the small dishes on the counter forward and neatened them, also nodded, "I can introduce them on your behalf, but the trainer probably wants to get straight to the point."

"Hard to deny, but I also suggest relaxing a bit; chatting while eating is also fine."

"If that's the case."

A three-colored horse girl raised her hand in midair and made a simple swipe.

"I'll have two servings of each dish I want to recommend; if there's something you don't like to eat, don't feel pressured, as I and Qianming can easily finish it."

Qian: "I don't want to show off my appetite."

"Uh, but the trainer already knew that, right?" The emperor, who doesn't seem very sympathetic to the people's livelihood, unconsciously formed a more serious topic extension. Just thinking that everyone has known each other for so long, the trainer isn't the first time eating together with everyone, and each's extraordinary appetite as a horse girl is hardly a secret.

Indeed, the fact is exactly so.

When Aomo realized that Luna's uncle had opened an izakaya aimed at horse girls, he also inevitably felt the thorns of it. One would need to prepare how much food, how many utensils, how much cleaning work, and besides, it's a small shop run by one person; even with automation maxed out, one would likely have to employ some magic and abilities that are specialties of demons.

From thinking of horse girls to their food intake, then to an enormous Engel coefficient, the trainer's mind always leaps forward, so naturally there is no overlooking the food intake of his subordinate horse girls.

Whatever can be contacted will be remembered clearly and distinctly; for Aomo, this is a manifestation of the professionalization of the trainer's work. Applying this to the situation of these four horse girls in the university group even adds fan power—this kind of thing is tested in fan support clubs, and one must not forget a single point.

But still, that saying holds: horse girls are also girls.

Promoting appetite like this can still earn some credit in big-eater contests among peers and classmates, but in daily life, before the trainer…… Qianming's representative's purity ultimately falls short of that of Tezuka and Little Chestnut, yet she still wants to save face!

"The emperor is the most disliked in this kind of place! Not at all enough to be a girl!"

Even started attacking her femininity personally!

Moreover, this attack was especially effective, instantly causing Ludaofu to fall into silent shutdown.

After all, the so-called emperor is ultimately just a mask. The distinctions among emperor, Luna, and Ludaofu are far less independent than a split personality; they are merely a single personality entering different 'states' by following different inertia in three kinds of situations.

Just as Aomo becomes especially serious in work topics, and even more so in trainer work displays different responses depending on which horse girl he faces.

Only that Ludaofu Symbol, by making the difference of 'states' clear enough for those nearby to discern, is best described by the metaphor of a mask.

But this still counts as a kind of mental illness.

And it is also a mental illness forced upon by life.

It lets her face all aspects of life in a somewhat easier way, while also wearing down her motivation to return to being an ordinary person.

——Such a life is already pretty good; why bother trying to cure it?

But this is not the key.

Although the mask situation is just as it is now, it often brings her some stiff awkwardness. Moreover, the mask called 'Luna'—the condensed mask of her inner soft and delicate part—had been kept on ice for several years, only beginning to be unsealed at the end of last year, only then beginning to let her become an intelligent life with complete emotional expression.

But this is still not the key.

The key is switching between the three masks; the chance of switching incorrectly is small but not nonexistent.

When you should be flexible, you are stubborn and obstinate.

When you should be stubborn and obstinate, you let emotions rule.

When everything is gradually improving, the mature and complete three-mask system is as redundant as reminding you to manually control your breathing.

Yet she also happens to be facing perhaps the most important decision in a long time.

Thus the days of mistakes and missteps arrived just like that.

(End of chapter)