Chapter 24 Ms. JTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2736 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-17 05:43:36
Nine o'clock in the morning, Grani Street, in the meeting room of the Mother Goddess's Guards.
Irina, Juan and another teammate Andro sat around the round table sorting out the materials at hand, and no one spoke.
The pressure brought by the serial murders kept the entire Mother Goddess's Guard team busy with work for several days in a row. Everyone had neither the mood nor the energy to talk, and the atmosphere was quite heavy.
At this moment, Mario opened the door and walked in, saying to Irina and Juan in the room: "You two follow me, there is a mission."
Another mission? Irina sighed, stood up tiredly, and followed Mario with Juan.
On the way to the mission site, Irina habitually asked, "Captain, what is the content of this mission?"
Mario loosened his fancy bow tie and said in a steady voice, "The police have received a report that a cult member calling themselves the Redemption Society is performing a sacrificial ritual in an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs."
Juan opened his mouth wide, and said in a slightly surprised tone: "I remember that the Redemption Society seems to be a branch of the Aurora Society. Hasn't their leader been captured by us?"
Mario replied in a reserved manner: "This means that there were some fish that slipped through our net during our last crackdown on the Aurora Society."
Juan shut his mouth awkwardly because he also participated in that cleanup operation.
Irina folded her hands on her knees and asked with a puzzled expression: "How did the reporter get this information?"
"The grandson of the reporter is one of the cultists." Mario said concisely. After thinking for a while, he added with a serious expression: "I heard that there is another detective named Hulls who has already stopped the cultists before us."
Irina was stunned for a moment, "Wait, Captain, what was the name of that detective you just mentioned?"
Mario looked at the girl in front of him with a puzzled look.
In his impression, Irina was always calm and composed, and had never lost her composure like she was now.
But he still repeated it honestly:
"The person who reported the case said his name was Hulse and he was a detective."
...
In an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs, dozens of cult members of the Redemption Society were all dumbfounded.
Just now, they saw with their own eyes that Michael, who was about to be sacrificed, suddenly jumped up and punched the leader on the bridge of his nose, knocking the leader one meter away.
Then the sacrifice leaped over and sat on their leader, laughing wildly and swinging his fists at the leader crazily, shouting, "Ola Ola Ola!"
Amid the sound of fists colliding with flesh, some cultists covered their eyes with their hands, unable to bear to watch.
Mother, this is so cruel!
Michael waved his fists happily. After taking the bottle of pills, he intuitively felt the changes in his body.
There is no doubt that he has become stronger. Not only have his hands and feet become more powerful, but his five senses have also been enhanced to a certain extent.
Michael even felt that he could kill a cow with his bare hands!
But the disadvantages are also obvious. This drug seems to amplify the last thought of the user before taking the drug.
The cat thief Charlie wanted to escape, so after breaking free from Michael's restraints, he only thought about running away and had no intention of fighting back.
Michael's last thought before taking the drugs was to give this charlatan a punch, and as a result, he is now unable to stop at all.
Even though he is now beating the cult leader, that's because the other party hasn't reacted yet. There are so many cultists on the scene, and even if Michael has taken drugs, he is still an ordinary human being. He will be subdued in minutes once the other party uses human wave tactics. This is why he agreed to go on stage - only in this way can he get a relatively fair space for free fighting.
The cult leader had never felt so aggrieved. As a Sequence 8 Beyonder who had bathed in the glory of the Lord and become the leader of the Redemption Society, he was now being pinned down and beaten by an ordinary person.
What a shame!
He was unwilling and he roared, but every time he made a sound he was greeted with a heavy punch from Michael.
"Don't…"
"Ola!"
"Too much…"
"Ola!"
"But I am..."
"Ola!"
"Shit, at least let me finish what I'm saying, asshole!"
He was completely enraged and decided not to hold back his strength anymore, quickly pouring his spirituality into the mask on his face.
Michael raised his arm, but before he could bring his fist down, the alarm bells in his heart began to ring like crazy.
"Oops!"
Michael looked at the cult leader with a distorted face and smiled contemptuously. The next moment, the shadows around him turned into several tentacles that wriggled like insects, and in the blink of an eye they bound his body, making him unable to move.
"Haha, hahahaha!" The cult leader propped himself up and got up from the ground. The lower half of his face was exposed with a smile of confidence, and he stood in front of Michael who was tied up.
"How does it feel to be tied up?"
Facing the cult leader's indifferent ridicule, Michael laughed disdainfully: "You don't feel anything? I beat your face until it's swollen. Is that all the strength you have?"
"Hmph, you're still stubborn even when death is imminent." The cult leader didn't want to waste any more words. He picked up the dagger that had fallen on the ground and prepared to complete the ceremony that had just been interrupted.
Looking at the knife getting closer and closer to his heart, Michael felt no fear, no anger, and no sadness. Since he dared to come up, he must have been prepared.
Michael estimated the time, they should be there soon...
3, 2, 1.
With a crisp snap of fingers, all the Redemption Society believers present, except Michael, fell down one after another, including the cult leader.
"What's going on? The Mother Goddess' personal guards have sent a deacon over here."
Michael was deeply confused as he watched the shadow fading from his body. He could not think of any other explanation for how the group of people could be dealt with so efficiently in an instant, except that the Mother Goddess' personal guards had sent strong men.
No matter what, the other party rescued me, which at least showed that his attitude was well-intentioned... Michael stood there and waited quietly for the person who rescued him to show up.
The next second after the thought came to his mind, a graceful figure walked out from behind Michael.
"Haha, the ability of 'Requiem Master' to pull people into dreams is much stronger than 'Nightmare'." The woman who rescued Michael said with a smile.
She held a one-meter-long whip in her hand, her fiery red hair was draped over her shoulders, she wore a white shirt with a loose collar, a leather jacket, a pendant that symbolized the sun on her neck, and a pair of tight jeans on her lower body, looking both cool and beautiful.
"He is an Extraordinary and his Sequence is not low. The most important thing is that his purpose is unknown…" Michael could tell at a glance that the other party was not from the Church of Mother Earth, and he remained silent cautiously.
The woman turned her head and glanced at Michael at this moment. Seeing that he looked calm and said nothing, she pursed her lips and smiled:
"We meet again, Sir Michael."
Sir? Michael raised his eyebrows and said in a slightly cold tone: "I don't know you."
"What you said is really hurtful. I saved you twice despite the danger." Ms. J still kept smiling, which made people feel warm and subconsciously wanted to believe her.
Michael had no emotions and remained calm as he analyzed Ms. J's words.
"Twice..." Michael suddenly remembered what happened in "Violet" before. When he was controlled by the mysterious man, it seemed that someone pulled him in the dark.
Michael frowned at Ms. J and asked, "Violet, was it you who saved me at that time?"
"I'm glad you remembered this little thing."
Michael twitched his lips, "It's a small matter? That's not what you just did."
Taking a deep breath, Michael did not dare to be careless in front of this strange strong man, and asked carefully: "Why did you save me? What do you want to get from me?"
Ms. J narrowed her narrow eyes slightly, with an obvious smile in her eyes, as if she was amused by Michael's reaction.
She smiled and said, "I would like to ask a favor from you."
Michael raised his lips in a strange way: "Can I understand this as your investment in me?"
"Investment...a very appropriate and modern term." Ms. J nodded and replied with a smile on her face.
As she spoke, she walked up to the unconscious cult leader and pulled off the mask on his face.
Under Michael's curious gaze, Ms. J suddenly turned around and put the mask on the back of his right hand.
The moment the skin on the back of Michael's hand touched the mask, the originally hard mask instantly turned into a pool of shadow that merged into the back of his hand, and finally turned into an inverted cross pattern similar to a tattoo.
Before Michael could ask what was going on, Ms. J suddenly took a small step forward, leaned close to Michael's ear and chuckled:
"I look forward to the day when you return my favor. Until then, please stay alive."
After saying this, the gorgeous red-haired girl stepped on the shadow on the floor, disappeared into it, and disappeared.
Just as Michael was stunned, an uninvited guest broke into the warehouse again.
The man jumped up quickly with a knight's sword in hand, shouting, "Die, pagan!"Chapter 25: Cultivator PotionTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 3245 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-22 22:20:34
"So, when you were about to be sacrificed, a powerful Beyonder who called herself Ms. J appeared and saved you, and she didn't ask for any compensation from you. Is that right?"
Mario, who had a thick beard and a dignified appearance, asked seriously, but his face looked very serious even when he smiled.
Michael answered on the surface, but he was thinking very rudely in his heart.
Irina sat next to Mario, carefully taking notes of their conversation with a round fountain pen.
This is the office of the Mother Goddess's Guard. After being knocked unconscious by several people and brought back from the Redemption Society, Michael was treated as a suspect and interrogated.
After Mario asked about the whole story, he nodded, lowered his crossed arms, leaned back, and his facial expression became softer.
"Okay, I understand. Someone else will verify this matter later, which means that at least you are innocent now."
"Can I go back now?" Michael said, grabbing the half sleeve that Juan had cut off with his hand, and said with a forced smile: "Or at least let me change my clothes first."
Mario suddenly stood up and stood in front of Michael.
Michael thought that the other party did not believe his words and was going to use force to extract a confession, so he subconsciously assumed a fighting stance.
Michael was wearing a slightly loose formal coat. He stared blankly at Mario, who was only wearing an inner garment, and then sat back in his chair. His brain froze for a second.
Michael unconsciously tightened his coat. There was no smell of smoke or sweat on the coat, only the fatherly warmth that Michael had not felt in many years.
Mario never stops talking until he is shocked. While Michael was stunned, he said expressionlessly:
"The routine work is over. Now we should talk about more important things, Mr. Michael Winston."
Both looked shocked!
Michael didn't show any obvious reaction yet, but Irina was the first to get impatient.
"Captain, what are you talking about? Mr. Hels's face is different from Michael's, and he also has a legal ID..."
She tried to maintain her usual calm demeanor, but was unexpectedly seen through by Mario.
"Little Irina, the slight tremor of your left hand has betrayed you. Is this your habit when you lie, or will you be satisfied only if I tear off Mr. Michael's wig?"
Michael regained his composure and generously admitted his identity.
"Yes, I am indeed Michael Winston, the fugitive suspect."
In his opinion, Mario should have seen through his identity long ago. Since he didn't expose him at the beginning, it meant that there was still hope for a turnaround.
Mario was surprised to see Michael so calm. He said, "You are calmer than I thought."
Because I'm not a suspect in the strict sense anymore... Michael spread his hands and said, "Ask me whatever you want to know. I promise to tell you everything I know."
Mario twitched the corner of his mouth, "Don't be nervous, little Irina too, I don't mean to blame you."
Irina forced a smile, her attitude as reserved as a child who had made a mistake.
Mario pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his waist and said, "You don't mind?"
After receiving Michael's reply of "please do as you please", the middle-aged man with a weathered look on his face lit up a cigarette and took a long puff.
In the rising smoke, he spoke again: "I know there is a traitor in our team."
Mario turned his head and looked at Irina who was shocked beyond words and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate me, your captain. Have you forgotten what I used to do?"
After that, he stopped looking at Irina's gradually flushed face and said to Michael, "You have seen the other side of this world. According to the rules, you now have two choices. Sign a confidentiality agreement. From now on, whether you move or travel, you need to report to the Mother Goddess's personal guards.
Or you can choose to become one of us. According to your contribution in this event, you will directly become a formal member of the Mother Goddess's Guard and have the opportunity to become an extraordinary person."
Michael quickly realized what Mario was talking about. He had already learned about the Mother Goddess's Guards through Irina, so he nodded without hesitation and said, "I choose to join you."
Mario didn't look surprised, as if he already knew Michael's choice.
"Your current identity should not be exposed, so don't sign the official team contract yet." Mario took an ashtray, put out the cigarette in his hand, and then said: "But you will not be deducted from the corresponding treatment. You should not have become a Beyonder yet, right? I will approve a document for you, and you can ask Irina to get a copy of the materials on your behalf."
Irina's beautiful eyes widened, "Is it okay?"
Mario took out a seal from his office drawer and said, "Don't worry, the old man guarding the Samsara Flower Field is an acquaintance of mine. Just remember to replenish the materials later. Also, be careful to avoid Juan and the others on the way there."
After saying that, Mario handed the approved documents to Irina.
"I see..." Irina took the document, turned to Michael and smiled, "Wait here for a moment, I'll be back soon."
Mario then said, "No, I'll take him to the alchemy room. Just come over after you get the materials."
"Got it, Captain." Irina ran out of the office door in a hurry, holding the documents in her hand.
Looking at the girl's departing back, Mario shook his head, "This child is usually very steady, but when something happy happens, she becomes clumsy."
Michael glanced at Mario. He could see that even though he was criticizing Irina, his eyes were full of love, just like an elder looking at a child.
"Come on, I'll take you to the alchemy room."
Michael nodded, pulled his coat tighter around him and followed Mario.
Ta-ta-ta…
The two walked side by side in the silent and empty corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing in their ears.
Michael looked around curiously. He could feel that the air here was quite fresh, but he did not find any ventilation holes around.
Mario saw Michael's confusion and said suddenly, "We have some magical plants here that can improve the quality of underground air by absorbing carbon dioxide."
Michael exclaimed, "The Extraordinary World is truly amazing."
Mario turned his head to look at him, and the corners of his mouth dropped a little.
"Wonderful... isn't it?"
Seeing Mario's expression, Michael immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Just as he was about to apologize, Mario changed the subject and asked, "Were you a soldier before?"
"I saw that some of the moves you used in your previous fight with Juan looked like you had received professional military training."
Michael was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
Some of the memories left to him by the original owner were still vague, like peeping at flowers in the fog, with only a vague impression.
After thinking for a while, Michael decided to be honest and confessed: "I have lost some of my past memories. Maybe as you said, I was indeed a soldier."
Mario stopped talking, and the two of them walked in silence all the way to the fork in the road.
Mario pulled out a bottle of fluorescent green essential oil from his pocket, then he uncorked it and dropped two drops of the oil onto his hands.
"Come here and put this on your eyelids."
Michael took the essential oil and applied the oil with a faint lavender scent to his eyelids according to Mario's instructions.
A cool feeling penetrated through his skin and entered his brain. When Michael opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find a door appeared out of thin air on the wall on his left.
Mario explained: "This door is cast under an illusion. Only by applying this special essential oil can you see the existence of the door."
As he spoke, Mario put away the bottle of essential oil and pointed at the door, saying, "Don't touch anything after you go in. Wait quietly for little Irina to come over. Go home after you become a Beyonder. I will come to find you then."
"Okay, Captain. By the way...this coat?" Michael pointed to the large formal coat on his body.
Mario waved his hand without even turning his head, and his deep voice echoed in the empty and quiet corridor:
"Wash it clean and return it to me tomorrow."
After watching Mario leave with a smile, Michael walked into the alchemy room and sat down on the chair obediently. He looked at nothing, did not move, and quietly waited for Irina to arrive.
After a while, the door was opened again and Irina came in carrying a small tin box.
"Sorry for the wait. I will mix the Cultivator potion for you."
Irina put down the tin box, stood in front of the alchemy table, picked up a pewter crucible and cleaned it briefly. Then she opened the tin box.
Michael came closer and saw a brown paper bag and several glass bottles of different sizes in the tin box.
"Preparing the potion is not difficult. Have you ever done a chemistry experiment? It's similar to that. Unfortunately, Pedro teased me the first time. I stupidly recited a long and difficult spell before preparing the potion." Irina's eyelashes trembled with laughter, and it can be seen that she was not angry at all.
Michael echoed twice.
Then Irina placed the materials on the table one by one, unpacking or sealing them.
"First, the auxiliary materials: 70 ml of nectar, 4 moonflower petals, 5 wheat ears, and 3 drops of lavender essential oil..."
Irina read out the contents of the recipe and put a small bottle of clear spring water, a few scarlet petals, golden wheat ears, and three drops of pleasant-smelling purple essential oil into the crucible.
"Next is the main ingredient. It doesn't matter if you put more or less of the auxiliary ingredients, but the amount of the main ingredient must be strictly controlled! Otherwise, I will have to bring a bouquet of flowers to see you next year."
Irina spoke very seriously and solemnly, and even Michael became a little nervous.
"The first main ingredient is mermaid paste, one piece." Irina opened the brown paper package, revealing a piece of yellow fish oil with a slight fishy smell. The girl carefully scooped up the mermaid paste with her hands and threw it into the pot quickly.
As soon as the fish oil slid into the crucible and touched the previous liquid, a crackling sound of freezing suddenly came from the crucible, and a layer of frost instantly appeared on the surface of the originally dark red liquid.
Irina methodically took out the last white rose with moon-yellow patterns on its surface and a pink tip from the tin box and threw it into the pot.
"Add this last White Night Rose, and your Cultivator potion will be complete."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sizzling sound in the crucible and misty fog gushed out. In a trance, Michael seemed to see the vast Milky Way.
After a few seconds, the mist dissipated, and Irina took out the cup she had prepared in advance, picked up a wooden spoon, scooped the viscous amber liquid from the crucible and poured it into the cup.
Irina pushed the cup to Michael's hand and smiled, "Please, your 'cultivator' potion."Chapter 26 The Legacy of the PredecessorsTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2345 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-20 05:29:09
Michael picked up the cup of amber viscous liquid on the alchemy table. To be honest, it was really difficult to tell the difference between this bottle of potion and jelly just by looking at it.
"Drink it directly?" Michael asked cautiously, turning his head.
Irina smiled and casually suggested, "You can also add some dessert to go with the drink if you like."
"My friend, this is not funny." Michael resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and without hesitation, he picked up the glass and drank it all.
Today, Michael finally knew what it felt like to drink the potion.
One word – exciting!
It feels stimulatingly cool when you take a sip, just like taking a sip of smoothie in the hot summer. The coldness goes straight to the top of your head and almost freezes your brain.
What stimulated the taste buds afterwards was a sweet and fishy smell of rust. The magic potion that slipped into the stomach kept rolling in the body, and the pain of the tight stomach and intestines was transmitted back to the brain, with climaxes one after another.
His eyes rolled back and everything in front of him quickly went dark. It was as if his soul had left his body and was flying higher and higher.
Gradually, tiny stars began to light up around him, followed by an unusually bright red blood color that was constantly magnified in his eyes, eroding his field of vision and gradually occupying his entire field of vision.
Michael felt like a drowning man, his head became increasingly dizzy and his thinking became increasingly slow.
"If I continue like this, I will die..."
Gurgle gurgle gurgle!
A boiling sound came from nowhere and rang in his ears. The next moment, a wriggling shadow appeared in front of Michael's eyes.
The strange shadow turned into a wave and swallowed him up. His vision quickly turned black, and Michael felt as if a pair of invisible giant hands were stuffing his consciousness back into his body.
When Michael opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had returned to normal, except for the slight heat on the back of his right hand. There was only an illusory whisper in his ear:
"My child... look at the moon... my child... look at the moon... my child... look at the moon..."
Michael took a deep breath, raised his hand and slapped himself a few times to suppress the desire that was rising in his heart.
Irina was about to teach Michael how to restrain his spiritual power, but when she saw Michael's sudden action, her expression became dull for a moment.
"Are you... okay?"
Michael shook his head and said calmly, "It's OK, but there's a buzzing sound in my ear, which is a bit noisy. Did I do something wrong?"
Irina couldn't help but twitch her lips when she heard the answer. "No, no, on the contrary, you are the most amazing... genius in the history of the Mother Goddess' personal guards."
"Oh, really? Thank you for the compliment." Michael smiled and slapped himself again.
"Isn't this a compliment to you..." Irina cleared her throat, trying to find her thoughts.
"Well, this sound comes from the overflow of the potion's power. I'll teach you a way to control it. Just listen to my instructions."
"First, imagine a random object in your mind, such as one that you often see in your daily life."
In just a moment, Michael sketched out a simple moon in his mind.
"Next, focus all your attention on this object and sketch it repeatedly until you calm down the chaotic emotions in your heart."
Michael followed the instructions and immersed his entire mind in the imaginary moon. Gradually, the whisper in his ear became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.
"Are you feeling better?" Irina regained her usual elegant and calm smile, tidying up the bottles and jars on the table while watching Michael start to move his body.
Michael clenched his fist and said with certainty: "I have become a Beyonder."
The most direct manifestation of this is the improvement in physical fitness. It seems as if the body has endless energy. Michael even feels that he can lift 100 kilograms with ease.
In addition, his five senses were strengthened. His vision became clearer and his hearing became more acute. He could easily distinguish the smells floating in the air.
In addition to these, Michael also found that he had a lot of knowledge about plants in his mind, even some extraordinary plants!
Irina put away the tin box and clapped her hands. The crisp applause echoed in the alchemy room. The girl smiled sincerely and said, "Congratulations on your success in becoming a Beyonder."
Although Michael was not touched, he still raised the corner of his mouth and said politely: "Thank you."
Irina took out a notebook from behind her and handed it to Michael, explaining with a smile: "This is the tradition of our team. The notebook records the experience of all members who have chosen the 'cultivator' path since the establishment of this team.
The potion will not directly give you the farming skills. This aspect still requires the practice of the Beyonder. Of course, your mastery speed is definitely much faster than that of ordinary people. I hope this is useful to you."
Irina paused and continued, "But there is no information about role-playing here. You can only go back and look at the information I gave you before."
At this point, the girl frowned and sighed:
"Alas, I still don't understand why the church wants to conceal the existence of the Acting Method. It is obvious that making it public will help the church grow stronger."
Michael's eyes were moved, and his fingers gently stroked the cover of the notebook. At this moment, his spiritual intuition was suddenly touched, and he recalled the thing he wanted to say but almost forgot.
"Oh, there's one thing I forgot to tell you."
Michael then told Irina everything that happened when he sneaked into "Violet" yesterday.
Irina's brows knitted together after hearing this. She grabbed Michael's hand and said seriously, "This is very important information. We have to hand over the documents to the captain as soon as possible."
Irina hurriedly pulled Michael out of the door of the Moon Flower Cafe, ran to the street, hailed a horse-drawn carriage and returned to Shiva Lake Street.
It was now noon and the sky was blue. Michael looked at the good weather and stretched his hand out of the car window. The next second, he suddenly had a premonition.
He glanced at his pocket watch and said casually, "It feels like it's going to rain heavily."
"Wait until noon." Michael thought to himself.
Irina carefully glanced at the coachman who was driving the carriage, and said in a voice that the other party could not hear: "This is one of the abilities of the 'tillage farmer'. We can predict the weather for a period of time in the future based on factors such as the temperature, humidity, and air flow strength in the air, supplemented by spiritual intuition."
So that's how it is... Michael withdrew his hand, thought for a moment and decided to look at his notes to kill time during the boring trip.
With the help of Irina's money ability, Michael arrived home in less than half an hour for the first time.
Without delay, Michael got out of the car and trotted to the kitchen, handing the notebook and the file containing the information of all the employees of "Violet" to Irina.
Irina flipped through the file and scanned it. After confirming that it was correct, she looked up and said to Michael, "You have done a great job. Well, I will consider that ring as a personal reward to you. I will lend it to you for a while."
When Michael heard this, he thought it was a great idea. This seal was so effective and its side effects were not serious. He was just feeling reluctant to return the ring.
Thinking of the negative effects, Michael warned himself secretly: "I have to find a box to lock the ring tonight."
Irina got on the carriage and gave two final instructions, "We'll meet at the restaurant where we had dinner together last time at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. Remember to be there on time."
After seeing Irina off, Michael returned home and couldn't wait to take a bath.
Three minutes later, after changing into dry clothes, Michael felt like he was reborn.
Then he sat on the sofa in the living room and read the book "The Legacy of the Predecessors" seriously. Before he knew it, time passed by quietly.
At exactly twelve o'clock noon, Xiwa Lake Street was hit by a downpour that had not been seen in years.Chapter 27 Just Do ItTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2669 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-20 05:34:52
Friday, 1pm.
Michael closed his notebook and let out a long breath.
He gained a lot from this one-hour study and gained a deeper understanding of the application of the "farmer" ability.
The "Farmer" has excellent physique and strength in the same sequence and is good at close combat, but lacks extraordinary abilities that can be directly used in combat.
The suggestion given in the notes is that "farmers" can make up for this deficiency by equipping themselves with sufficient spells with diverse effects and powerful firearms.
At the same time, you also need to master more systematic and professional fighting skills to improve your advantage. In the case of team combat, you usually play a supporting role and cooperate with your teammates.
The notes also wrote that a good "farmer" should be good at growing plants. Michael wrote this suggestion into his own "farmer" role-playing rules and planned to go to the flower and bird market to buy some seeds for experiments.
Michael stretched out his right hand and couldn't help but look at the eye-catching inverted cross tattoo on the back of his hand.
After hesitating for a moment, Michael poured his spirituality into the tattoo on the back of his hand. The next second, the pitch-black inverted cross began to rise and fall violently, like a pot of boiling water, jumping out from the back of his hand and turning into a pitch-black half-face mask with silver patterns.
This mask originally belonged to the leader of the Redemption Society, but was snatched away by Ms. J and given to Michael.
Ms. J was also thoughtful enough to leave instructions on the mask that said it could only be triggered spiritually.
Michael thus learned that this mask was called "Shadow Mask" and that the wearer would gain three extraordinary abilities: "hiding in shadows", "transforming flesh and blood", and "listening".
"Shadow Hiding": The effect is to make the wearer merge with the shadow, completely concealing the body shape, smell, and gaze, and cannot be detected by ordinary means.
"Flesh and Blood Transformation": The effect is to control a certain amount of flesh and blood. This ability has many uses, such as filling the wound with excess flesh and blood to instantly heal the wound, or controlling the flesh and blood to transform into a new face to achieve the most perfect "plastic surgery."
"Listen": The effect can be summed up in one sentence: it enables people to hear the voice of the great existence.
The side effects are as simple as the "listening" effect. Just remember to feed the mask 50 pounds of fresh flesh and blood every day.
In addition to "Listening", the extraordinary abilities that come with the Shadow Mask are very useful to Michael now, and the negative effects are not strong. It is really a very useful magical item.
"No, 'Listening' is also a very useful ability for suicide." Michael thought.
Finally, he couldn't help but sigh that the actions of the past few days not only made him an extraordinary person, but also allowed him to gain two magical items that were rare even in the extraordinary world.
Just when Michael felt slightly satisfied...
Gulu——
When Michael heard his stomach making a thunderous protest, he noticed the time.
"It's already this late, let's cook something to eat."
After a busy period, Michael took the dinner plate and sat on the chair in the dining room. As the silver dinner cover was opened, the Winston family's lunch for the day was officially revealed - macaroni with meat sauce!
The macaroni soaked in the special sauce exudes an enticing aroma. The smooth, transparent, amber-colored pasta is topped with a slightly thick spicy meat sauce, which makes people salivate.
Michael picked up the homemade wooden chopsticks and started to eat heartily. But before he had eaten halfway, the doorbell of the house suddenly rang.
"Who will come to me at this hour... Irina, or Mario?"
Pah! Michael put down his chopsticks, walked forward with a stern look and opened the door.
The door opened, and a neatly dressed girl stood on the gray stone steps. She wore a traditional headdress made of dark wool, a spotless silk blouse, and a waist-length lace skirt that dropped to one centimeter below her knees, revealing her straight white calves and a pair of silver-gray soft cloth shoes.
"Chloë?" Michael read out the name of the person hesitantly.
"Yes, yes...it's me."
As a result, when she saw Michael, Claire, as a visitor, became so nervous that her whole body trembled like a sieve.
Michael twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. He hadn't gone to settle the score with Claire yet, but she came to him first.
interesting.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Michael asked in a cold voice with his arms folded across his chest.
Claire swallowed her saliva and tremblingly handed over a dozen gold rizos. "Here, here, here, this is the commission fee and bonus that the Police Department and Professor Kovic asked me to pass on to you. Here, here, the total is 300 gold rizos."
"Also, Sheriff Daisy asked me to tell you that recently, many people have gone missing in the Bridge District and the River District. Please, please, please pay attention."
Hey, Michael stared with lifeless eyes and thought, "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't ask me to find it."
Then he took the money and asked with a slightly surprised expression: "Is Mr. Kovic your mentor?"
Claire nodded quickly, with her hands behind her back, and said uncomfortably, "Yes, yes, my first work was proofread by Professor Kovic. Please help me."
"Forget about the police, why doesn't Mr. Kovic come himself?" Michael asked again.
Claire stammered in response, "My mentor, he, he, he was depressed because of his grandson's matter, so he asked me to pass it on to him."
"Hey, haven't we met several times? Why do you seem more nervous than the last time I saw you?" Michael couldn't stand it anymore and complained.
Keleisi frowned and bowed decisively, "Yes, yes, I'm sorry!"
"You... Oh, forget it." Michael held his forehead and sighed, waving his hands and said: "Thank you for sending the commission fee. Well, the work I asked you to revise last time..."
As Michael was talking, he suddenly froze in place.
Claire's lavender eyes blinked. She waited for a long time but didn't hear the second half of the sentence. She looked at Michael who was stunned and asked nervously, "Detective Hels, are you okay?"
Michael was completely immersed in shock at this time and could not hear any sound from the outside world.
Yes! Why didn't I report Keleisi's obvious abnormality to the Mother Goddess's guards last time?
Did I forget?
No, it's not that I forgot, it's that my brain is resisting me from saying it, but how is this possible?
There is a problem. There must be something wrong with Claire.
Michael calmly pressed the knuckle of his left index finger. This was the on/off movement of his clairvoyance that he had spent five or six minutes learning from his notes.
According to the contents recorded in the notes, with the help of clairvoyance he could easily see through the internal structure of the seed and magnify it several times.
When his psychic vision was activated, Michael's field of vision changed immediately, and Claire's aura was presented to him without reservation.
"Yeah, very healthy... I tend to be a bit dark, so I'm really nervous..."
Michael slowly moved his eyes and looked Claire up and down, but found nothing unusual.
"My ability is not enough. If it were a Sequence 8 'Physician', he should be able to see more."
Michael was thinking without any emotion, and just as he was about to close his spiritual vision, the back of his right hand suddenly felt hot!
In the next moment, Michael saw a wisp of blood mist in front of his eyes, and then his vision changed again.
Deeper and more detailed colors were captured by Michael's eyes one by one. He was no longer limited to the superficial etheric body. The scope of his psychic observation went further and he could clearly see Grace's mental body.
Michael's eyes fixed, and he was surprised to find that Claire's mind was shrouded in a dreamy, erratic cloud, which meant that her mind was blinded and her thoughts were tampered with, which meant that she was no longer herself!
Michael immediately turned off his spiritual vision and looked at Claire with complicated eyes, who had not yet reacted to what had happened.
"Well, it seems that Claire is also a victim. Based on the intelligence it shows, it is most likely a sealed object at work... The only place where Claire and I have spent a long time together is her home... That thing is most likely in her home..."
Michael is very conflicted now.
The safest way to deal with this matter is undoubtedly to report it to the Mother Goddess's Guard while one is still clear-headed. After all, one should seek help from the organization when encountering difficulties.
But on the other hand, Michael coveted this hypnotic ability. If he could subdue this seal, he could refuse commissions like Kovic's in the future without arousing suspicion. This would be a magic weapon for him to maintain a peaceful life!
Considering the fact that Claire, as an ordinary person without any extraordinary abilities, has survived to this day without showing any obvious abnormalities, Michael speculated that this sealed object should be of the type that cannot directly kill others or does not have a strong desire to kill.
Well worth a try!
After thinking for a long time, Michael made up his mind.
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Having made up his mind, Michael quickly formed a corresponding plan in his brain.
"Thank you for making the trip. If you don't, come in and sit for a while. I'll make you a cup of tea." Michael suddenly made an invitation with a smile.
Keleisi was stunned, then she reacted and quickly waved her hand with a red face to refuse.
"No, no, no, that's fine. Tom is still at home, waiting for me."
Michael's smile did not diminish, he just narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, and uttered a syllable very lightly from his nose.
"Um?"
Keleisi trembled all over instantly, lowered her head, and said in a low voice: "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything..."
After kindly inviting Claire into the house, Michael led her to sit on the sofa in the living room, and his face immediately became serious.
"Excuse me, Miss Claire, have you been dazed and sleepy recently?"
Claire blinked timidly. She thought carefully about her recent life and was surprised to find that she did have the symptoms that Michael described.
She quickly replied, "Yes, yes, please, how did you know that?"
"Because people whose mental bodies have been disturbed for a long time generally have these two symptoms."
However, Michael would never say such unscientific words. He adjusted his facial muscles, showing an unfathomable expression and said, "This is reasoning."
Keleisi accepted this explanation. She looked at Michael nervously and asked, "Do you know why I have these symptoms?"
Seeing that Claire had taken the bait, Michael raised his lips slightly and said what he had prepared:
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be telling you this. The reason is actually very simple, that is, a criminal has sneaked into your home."
"Ah!" Claire opened her mouth wide, a little bit unbelievable.
Her intuition as a mystery writer made her timidly question: "But, this incident seems to have no logical connection with the symptoms I am experiencing?"
Facing Claire's questioning, Michael's face did not show the slightest fluctuation. He said calmly: "So this is why I am a detective and you are not."
After saying this, he deliberately took out his watch and took a look at it.
"You have been out for almost ten minutes. If you don't want the criminals to take the opportunity to escape and cause harm to other innocent people, you have to listen to me from now on."
Claire's momentum was overwhelmed by Michael's sudden strength, and the doubts in her heart were like a ship swaying in a storm.
Michael added, "I'm very busy this afternoon. If you really don't want to, you can call the police. But it will take at least fifteen minutes to walk to the nearest police station. Give me your answer, Miss Claire. My patience is running out."
Under Michael's relentless verbal offensive, Claire was completely confused. She did not delve into the loopholes in his words. She hurriedly grabbed Michael who was about to leave, stuffed a brass key into his hand, and said sincerely, "Please help me, Detective Hulls."
"Glad to help." Michael smiled and sat back on the sofa.
Three minutes later, Michael took the written report letter and placed it on the table in front of Claire, and said in a serious tone:
"If I'm not back by six o'clock in the afternoon, you will give this letter to the waiter at the Moon Flower Café on Grani Street and say it's for Ms. Lixiang."
"yes!"
After explaining everything to Claire, Michael then packed up his equipment, including the "Shadow Mask", "Ducati Ring", revolver, Charlie's medicine bottle... He took everything he might need, and was fully armed.
There is a saying that goes: "All fear comes from lack of firepower."
Michael strongly agreed with this.
As they approached the door, Michael turned around again and said to Keleisi, who was sitting on the sofa with a blank look in her eyes, "Remember, you stay at my house before four o'clock and don't go anywhere."
After receiving a less than convincing answer from Claire, he left home.
…
Click, and the door was pushed open.
Claire turned her head and looked at Michael with a shocked expression, "Detective Hels, have you solved it? It's only been five minutes."
Michael tilted his head in confusion when he heard this. "What do you want to solve? And why are you in my house?"
Eh? Keleisi's face was full of disbelief. She carefully selected her words and spoke: "Didn't you say that there were criminals sneaking into my house and asked me to stay here until you come back...didn't you?"
The more Michael listened, the more his brows furrowed. He could tell that Claire was not lying, which meant that he was the one with the problem.
He tried to recall, but his memory was like a fog that was difficult to discern.
At this moment, the back of his hand felt hot again, and the next second, memories buried deep in the fog emerged in Michael's mind one after another.
He remembered it, he remembered it all!
At this moment, Claire's worried voice rang in his ears.
"Detective Hulse, are you okay?"
Michael waved his hand tiredly to indicate that he was fine. In the blind spot of Keleis's sight, his face darkened. The strangeness of the sealed object exceeded his expectations.
If it weren't for the reminder of the cross tattoo on his hand, he probably wouldn't have remembered this matter even after more than ten years. This also made Michael more certain that the tattoo on his hand was not a simple extraordinary item.
Michael pressed his hand to his temple and stopped thinking about the tattoo.
Now he has two choices, either to go back and explore, or to tell Mario and others honestly about this matter.
After just a moment's hesitation, Michael made his choice. Since the seal did not choose to kill him, it meant that its danger level was still within an acceptable range, and the effect of the seal was worth his trying again.
However, Michael also set a limit for himself: three times the limit. If he fails again this time, he will give up the idea and report the matter immediately to the Mother Goddess's Guard.
Moreover, this failure was not without gain. Michael remembered that he heard a clear sound when he was knocked unconscious by the sealed object.
After thinking for two seconds, Michael said to Keleisi, who was sitting on the sofa with a troubled look on her face, "I came back to get something and will be leaving soon.
Remember my request, if I am not back before four o'clock, give the letter to the waiter at the Moon Flower Cafe."
"Well, uh, have a… safe trip?"
"It feels weird." Michael suppressed the urge to complain, went to the room to get two soft earplugs, and came to Claire's door again.
Before taking the key to open the door, Michael took out the bottle of Charlie's medicine from the small pocket inside his suit.
According to the label on the medicine bottle, taking one pill of this medicine can calm a person's mind and make the body strong, taking two pills can make a person euphoric and increase tolerance to pain, and taking three pills can put a person's soul to rest, so there is absolutely no possibility of resurrection.
Considering that hypnosis is a mental ability, Michael decisively poured two pills into his mouth to avoid being unable to take out the medicine bottle in case of an emergency.
Putting on earplugs and getting everything ready, Michael took out the key given by Claire and pushed the door open.
The simple and plain decoration style and neatly arranged furniture make everything seem so familiar...
Michael paused in his steps, did it seem familiar?
wrong!
Michael raised his hand and wiped his forehead, and found that his face was covered with sweat and his breathing became rapid, as if he had just finished an aerobic exercise.
Michael calmed his breathing and then glanced around thoughtfully.
He took another step and walked towards Claire's bedroom, which was emitting a dreamy light in her clairvoyance state.
One step, two steps...
As the wooden stairs creaked, the sense of déjà vu in Michael's mind became stronger and stronger.
He paused, speculating on what had happened earlier.
Whether it was the sudden sweating or the sense of déjà vu that kept popping up in my brain, they all pointed to one conclusion - I have repeated this many times.
"Are you planning to tire me to death to prevent me from having any more troubles just to see if I dare to come back?" Michael stood halfway up the stairs, and in his mind he raised his rating of the intelligence of this sealed object to a higher level.
He took off the soft plugs in his ears. It was proven that the seal did not hypnotize humans through hearing, so there was no need for it.
Michael held the earphones and squinted his eyes to think.
"This Sealed Object has repeated this many times but has not chosen to kill me. Why? Even if it has no hands or feet, I can stab myself through hypnosis, unless its hypnosis cannot issue such an order..."
"Let's assume for now that it can't kill me directly, but I can't get close to it either... I still need to figure out how the Sealed Artifact can hypnotize me... Well, from my current situation, I can see that the Sealed Artifact's hypnotic ability has a limited range, so I need to figure that out first..."
As his thoughts raced, Michael turned around and went downstairs, removed a curtain shaft from the curtains in the living room, and then returned to the stairs.
He held the long axis vertically and slowly approached the half-open bedroom door.
After advancing ten centimeters, the seal showed no reaction...
After advancing fifteen centimeters, the seal did not respond...
After advancing thirty centimeters, the seal showed no reaction...
The moment Michael pushed open the door cautiously, alarm bells started ringing in his heart!
Buzz——!
An invisible wave emanated from the direction of the bedroom desk and swept across the entire room.
Michael was undoubtedly caught when he stepped into the room. The last thought before he regained consciousness was: "Shit, this seal is not ethical, it's a dirty trick..."
ah!!!
Michael's eyes rolled back and he felt as if his brain was hit hard by a huge hammer. Then he collapsed to the ground, sitting stiffly and shaking.
Just as he was beginning to calm down, another invisible wave came after him. But strangely, this time Michael did not react at all.
Taking advantage of this brief respite, Michael immediately swallowed the pill in his mouth.
The effect of the medicine filled his whole body in an instant. The intense pain made Michael's face twisted, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the sealed object on the desk.
It was a palm-sized book with a cover that was rolled up at the edge and covered with layers of gray-black scales. In the middle of the cover was a huge golden vertical pupil.
The moment the three eyes looked at each other, the air fell into silence for a second.
Then...
"My Lord? Is it you, my Lord?"
Michael, who was about to pounce on the sealed object, paused subconsciously when he heard these inexplicable words.
"No, this is a trap. I almost fell for this cunning seal."
Michael saw through the tricks used by the seal in an instant. A cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth and he continued to move forward.
The hypnotic book is still singing something movingly: "My Father, My Lord", "My Paradise, My Land"...
It wasn't until Michael's face, distorted with pain, was covered over it that the seal finally reacted.
It asked in a trembling voice: "My Lord, what are you doing?"
Michael felt that his mind was a little abnormal at this moment. He had never been so emotional before.
The corners of his mouth opened into a terrifying smile and he spoke word by word, "What do you think?"
The eyelids of the big eyes on the surface of the seal wrinkled, and he smiled very reluctantly: "Haha, it was just a misunderstanding, please believe me."
"Oh, it's a misunderstanding..." Michael attacked with lightning speed, his smile suddenly changed, "I want you to believe that I am the Son of God! I will tear you apart today!"
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pain!
It hurts so much!
Full of emotions, just the right frown, coupled with the weeping that was three parts heartbreak, two parts confusion, and one part willing, it was simply a perfect performance!
If the performer wasn't a book.
After getting rid of the drug and regaining his composure, Michael gasped and looked at the hypnosis book on the table with a frown on his face and said:
"Don't pretend. You are a Sealed Item. With my strength, I can't even scratch your book cover. How can it hurt?"
The big golden eyes of the Hypnotic Book flickered, with obvious melancholy, and said:
"Lord, why don't you understand? I am heartbroken. I feel deeply heartbroken that you have misunderstood me!"
Michael's mouth twitched twice, and he moved a chair to sit in front of the hypnosis book, and asked seriously: "Why do you call me your Lord?"
The Book of Hypnosis rolled its eyes and spoke hesitantly, "Because, because you have the breath of the Lord of the Star Realm, as well as the marks of the filthy □□□ and the spirit world □□□ on you."
"What did you say?" Michael frowned and asked again.
"My Lord, please don't make things difficult for me. There are some things that are not convenient for you to know right now." The big eyes of the Book of Hypnosis revealed a very human pleading look.
Seeing that the Book of Hypnosis was unwilling to talk anymore, and knowing the dangers of knowledge of the extraordinary world, Michael had to give up.
Leaning back in his chair, Michael tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers and squinted his eyes in thought.
"This sealed object has intelligence, its origin is unknown, and its attitude towards me is also strange. Leaving it behind may cause unexpected disasters."
"You should hand it in. With the sealed item I have collected and the accumulated contributions from the serial murders, I should be able to exchange it for the 'Doctor' potion formula from the church."
Tap, tap, tap…
Michael stopped moving his fingers and turned to look at the Book of Hypnosis on the table. He was just thinking about how to trick this sealed object into the Mother Goddess's Guards, but unexpectedly, the Book of Hypnosis spoke first.
Michael had never seen such strong emotions in an eye. He only heard a layer of mist in the shining eyes of the Book of Hypnosis, followed by a howling sound that was about to pierce a person's eardrum.
"My Lord, please don't! I am very useful, please don't send me away, wuwuwu..."
"Stop, stop, stop! Stop crying!"
Michael regretted throwing away the earplugs just now. Mainly because he didn't expect that a book with only eyes could make such a scary sound. It was even scarier than hearing a naughty kid howling in the middle of the night!
Michael couldn't stand it any longer, he slammed his hand on the table and yelled, "Be quiet, or I'll throw you out of here and you'll never see me again!"
As soon as these words came out, the Hypnotic Book stopped crying. It frowned, but still sobbed and asked, "My Lord, can you please not send me away?"
Michael looked embarrassed, he didn't expect that this sealed object also had the ability to read minds, otherwise he couldn't explain how the Book of Hypnosis knew what he wanted to do even though he didn't say anything just now.
"This is difficult. We can't rely on deception. We should report this to the Mother Goddess's personal guards and ask them to send elite members to handle it."
The Book of Hypnosis saw that Michael was thinking of sending it away again, and said hurriedly: "Wait, my Lord! I understand that you are worried that I will betray you. There is a way to solve your worries."
"Tell me about it." Michael crossed his legs, acting like a superior, ready to listen to what this sealed object with a strange personality was going to say.
"Hey, please watch carefully."
The moment the words fell, the hypnosis book began to turn by itself, revealing the yellowed pages inside.
Then, lines of text written in Fenepot language appeared out of thin air on the paper, accompanied by the clear explanation of the Book of Hypnosis.
"You can sign a contract with me and turn me into your messenger. As long as you add a clause in the contract that does not endanger the life of the contractor, you don't have to worry about my betrayal."
Michael glanced at the contents on the paper, which was about the ritual process of how to sign the messenger. Below the process, there was a thoughtful sentence written: A language that can leverage the power of nature, such as ancient Hermes, must be used.
Michael said expressionlessly: "As far as I know, the prerequisite for becoming a messenger is that you have to be a spiritual creature."
The Book of Hypnosis immediately replied flatteringly: "As expected of the Lord, he noticed the loophole at first sight. However, after the modification of the 'Hidden Sage', this ritual only has the function of a contract, but the scope of the corresponding contract objects is no longer limited to spiritual creatures."
"The Hidden Sage..." After hearing this name, Michael immediately recalled that this was the evil god believed in by the Moss Ascetic Order.
A ritual modified by the evil god... Michael looked at the Book of Hypnosis with more and more suspicion.
Seeing that Michael's eyes had turned hostile again, the Book of Hypnosis opened his eyes wide and said in a very serious tone:
"Lord, please believe me next time! I swear in the name of Angerwede that I will never lie to you."
After hearing the words from the Book of Hypnosis and thinking for a long time, Michael finally decided to give in.
He deliberately used a condescending tone and said: "Not everything can serve me. You have to show your own value."
When the Book of Hypnosis heard Michael's words, he was ecstatic and immediately told Michael all the abilities and negative effects he possessed.
With every word Michael heard, his desire for the Book of Hypnosis grew stronger. This seal was truly too useful.
The Book of Hypnosis not only has two abnormal abilities, "Consciousness Modification" and "Combat Hypnosis", but also has such amazing auxiliary skills as "Calm", "Frenzy", "Shock", "Psychological Suggestion", "Mind Reading" and "Psychological Invisibility".
It's so useful that it's like having an extra way to go.
For a "farmer" like Michael who possesses powerful physical strength, the Book of Hypnosis is undoubtedly a magical weapon.
He was a little hesitant when he heard about the negative effects.
The Book of Hypnosis needs to absorb the emotions of the life form closest to it once a day. The creature whose emotions are sucked away will fall into a state of slump for up to three hours, and will not want to do anything, and its brain will be blank.
In addition, within twenty-four hours after each use of the ability, the Book of Hypnosis will randomly add a negative state to the user, including but not limited to: sex-obsessed, bloodthirsty, greedy and stingy... But on the other hand, the Book of Hypnosis can be used as much as possible within twenty-four hours.
However, these negative effects are insignificant compared to the improvements brought by the Book of Hypnosis and are still within Michael's acceptable range.
Finally, Michael found a pen and signed the messenger contract in ancient Hermetic script, which was drafted by the Book of Hypnosis and which he had personally reviewed.
The format and terms are concise and powerful. Michael imitated the three laws of robotics in his previous life and wrote the three laws of messengers.
1. The messenger shall not harm the contractor, or stand aside and watch the contractor being harmed;
2. Unless it violates the first law, the messenger must obey the orders of the contractor;
3. Without violating the first and second laws, the Messenger must protect himself from being used by others.
Such terms are not much better than becoming a slave, and in order to ensure the effectiveness of the contract, the last part of the letter is the name of the deity in the relevant field.
Because there are a large number of extraordinary people in the Pharmacist Path in the Church of Mother Earth, Michael was able to know many details about the Messenger Contract Ceremony.
He knew that once he signed the contract, the Book of Hypnosis would never be able to recover.
But the Book of Hypnosis still happily signed his name at the end of the contract: "Dirogier."
As the dark green flames burned the contract to ashes, Michael's heart was finally at ease.
He remembered the name of the hypnotic book at the end of the letter, and asked generously, "Who gave you the name Diroiger?"
"My lord, I don't know either. Since I became conscious, I only remember that my name was this." Diroiger said sincerely.
Michael raised his hand to the bridge of his nose and narrowed his eyes.
Trouble! Diroiger's name is long and difficult to pronounce. It's really troublesome!
Michael cleared his throat and said with a smile: "Since you are now my servant, why don't I give you a new name?"
Diroiger's eyes lit up, and he answered without hesitation and excitedly: "Praise my Lord!"
Michael pondered, "Since we have to give you a name, it must be based on your most striking feature... Your most striking feature is your big eyes..."
Diroiger suddenly felt something was wrong, and the next second he heard Michael say his new name with great certainty.
"It's decided, you'll be called Big Eyes from now on!"