"It's gone. Enacillicillin heard a familiar voice in a daze, and his consciousness gradually cleared up," ...... Sir, what time is it?"

"Six thirty-five in the morning. "You can get up, but I suggest you get up and tell your good friend about last night, although the little mouse is invisible, there is a lot of evidence in the window." Speaking of which, last night was very lively......" Mr. 's words were meaningful.

Eneracyrin was about to ask what had happened last night, when the distorted and disordered space in front of him spun upside down, gradually collapsing into a void of darkness.

Ernacillin opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a cluster of psionic light spots, raising his hand to disperse the light spots, Ernacillin rubbed his eyebrows, "Driving people out without saying a word or something, worthy of being a gentleman." With a small grumble, Enacillin got up and went to wash up—Leloya had said she was coming over today, and that she could tell him about last night.

Before the parents got up, the neatly dressed Ennacyrin walked out of the house to buy breakfast, only to find that the usually lively street was deserted today, and only the association's logistics staff were dealing with some wriggling black pieces of meat and black liquid that emitted an evil smell. Nearby residents were all standing on the window terrace to watch—since seeing the mid-level demon last night, Eneracillin had resisted approaching the window, which caused him to be the only one on the entire street to open the door and try to get out.

"......" Ernacillin was dazed for two seconds, and was about to close the door when a hand reached over and took a step against the door panel.

"Good morning, Anacyrline. Leloya smiled brightly, but there was a lot of black unknown liquid stuck to her body, which made Enacillin take a step back and cover her nose.

"What are you doing???, what about the boat of our friendship??" said Leloa's face with exaggerated shock and grief.

"Just now, the boat was overturned by the smell of you. Ernacillin covered his mouth and nose, and his voice was a little dull.

...... "Of course I know, otherwise what would I have come to you for?" Leloya didn't speak, just squinted her eyes slightly and stared at him.

“...... Ahem, but, out of our strong friendship, you can come to my house and wash it first, and you can wear my clothes anyway. Leloya's expression reminded Ernacillin of his frantic way of fighting, and immediately returned from the capsized boat.

"You have a bit of a conscience. Leloa's expression became amused, and she constructed an isolation spirit-like spell on herself so as not to stain the floor and air of her friend's house.

Eneracillin covered his mouth and nose and silently closed the door, he didn't want to be the most maverick on the street.

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"Whew, it's much more comfortable now, you don't know how lively it was in the middle of the night last night. Leloya rubbed her hair and grumbled.

"Well, what do you say?" said Ernacillin, with interest.

"What else can I say? The night group was attacked by a demon in the middle of the night, and it was still only a high-level. I was doing research at home, but suddenly I was called over. Not to mention, that thing is really disgusting, all the black blood and black flesh on the outside fell from it. When the night team first encountered it, it was still wearing a pretty human skin, and when it found out that something was wrong, it didn't know that it took off the human skin first to reveal a body about the size of this building, and the human skin that exploded splashed the night group, and the walls and the ground were full of skin fragments with minced flesh, and I almost vomited when I first arrived. What's more, he was still dripping with those black liquids while fighting, and the night team was busy dealing with the low-level demons nearby, and no one attracted my attention, and I relied on the physical skills taught by Aigloish to single it out under the pressure of being stuck to the minced flesh and black liquid, and it was really not easy for me. Alas, it's a pity to let the guy run away, otherwise I'd have to find a bucket of perfume and slice it and throw it in to soak. He described to Ernacillic as he wiped the drops of water from his red hair with a towel. As an A-level psionic envoy, a high-level demon is at the same level as him, and according to his usual style, Enacyrin felt that his last words were not a joke.

Enerasilin now understood how lively the street had been last night, and he tentatively asked, "Did you encounter a mid-level demon last night?"

"Intermediate?" Leloya stopped wiping her hair, "It's not true, and it's really strange to say that there are so many low-level ones who don't even have a mid-level ....... ”

"Looks like the demon that targeted me last night was a bit unique. You'll have to tell Leloya about its existence as the gentleman tells you to. Enacyrin thought. "I think last night was probably a little more lively than you said......" Enacyrin said tactfully.

"Huh, do you want to be more lively?" Leloa's expression was very complicated, a little surprised and a little numb.

"Right...... As far as the window was, last night I half-awakened and saw a bloodshot eye taped there, occupying the entire window, scanning the room as if looking for something. Also, I always feel that there is something wrong in the puppet's room, yesterday when it was just dark, Schilling suddenly fell down for no reason, you know, Schilling's stability has always been very good, there has never been such a situation where he fell, I suspect that there may be a low-level demon in that room. "Ernacillin doesn't know if Mr. needs to hide his existence, but in order to avoid angering him, he should not talk about this possible incident.

"Tsk, take me to the puppet room to have a look, dispose of the low-level one first, and then see if the middle-level one has left any clues. It was a lively neighborhood last night. Leloya glanced at the spiritual energy points that slowly gathered around Enacylin, "I think you should consider turning positive, as far as your efficiency in attracting demons is concerned, I'm afraid that in another year or two, the association will send special psionic envoys to take turns guarding you, and if you need points, you will come to stay here for a while, and when you have enough, you will go back and change people." Leloa unfolded her imagination irresponsibly.

"The guild will definitely arrange for you to come and watch over me all day, lest you have time to do structural experiments. Ernacillic teased him indifferently, but it was really time to think about this issue, his personal safety was obviously more important than the hard work after becoming a regular. "Alright, I'll take you to the doll's room. Ah, wait a minute, I'll take Lorea with me, I didn't dare to touch the setup of the doll's room when something happened last night. Ernacillin carefully carried Lorea from the workbench, and after Leloya glanced at Lorea curiously, she could not take her eyes off it: Lorea's skin was fair and thin, and you could faintly see the blood vessels that seemed to flow below, the texture of the skin and the faint spots did not make people think that they were blemishes, but added a sense of reality to Lorea, his face was perfect and indifferent, without blemish, and the golden pupils were delicate and spiritual, but there was no trace of popularity. He was dressed in a black robe and sat barefoot on Enasilin's arm, as if he were sitting on a throne.

"Hey, Ernacillin, your painting technique has improved a lot, Lorea gives me a completely different feeling than before!" Leloya did not hesitate to praise his friend, "Although they both have a sense of mystery, Lorea is more like a ...... than Schilling It's more like the difference between a god and a wizard!"

"I thought so when I saw the artwork from Mr. Lenshi. When I painted Lorya yesterday, I even had a feeling of being blessed with divine powers. Eneracillin said as he led Leloya to the doll room.

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"Uh......" Leloya opened the door, and what caught his eye was a dark room illuminated by various lighting items, and he glanced at his friend suspiciously, and that look meant, are you sure there will be low-level demons in this kind of place?

Enacyrin nodded affirmatively, pointing behind the curtain that served as the background.

Leloa instantly understood, and walked into the room as if nothing had happened, looking at the puppet hut seriously. "Eneracylin, aren't you putting Lorea here?" said Leloya.

"......?" Enaciillin was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said: "No, I don't think the set here is very suitable for Lorea, I plan to find time to rearrange it, and by the way, change the style of Lena and them." Eneracillin used a louder voice than usual to drown out the faint sound of Leloa's footsteps.

Leloa approached the curtain and reached out to gently pinch a corner, and with her other hand pinched the white metal six-pointed star ornament that had been tied to her wrist with a black rope. Aiming the hexagram at the curtain, the hand holding the curtain lifted it vigorously! A wriggling mass of round, pitch-black flesh was exposed to the sight of the two! At the same time, Leloya spat out a word with a sense of oppressive restraint: "ԅ!" The hexagram quickly grew in size and then broke down into six metal strips. Strips of metal with white psionic glow enveloped the terrifying screaming demon, then quickly twisted into a ball-shaped cage.

"#%**&!" the demon hissed in the cage, and Enacyrin inexplicably felt that the tone was begging for mercy. He shook his head, feeling that his weird thoughts were really getting more and more, "Stop howling, we don't understand, what's the need." If you howl again, let Leloa experiment with you. "Eneracillin knew that it was impossible for low-level demons to understand human voices, but he still wanted to threaten the pitch-black piece of flesh that had worried him about the puppet all night.

Leloa turned her head to look at Enacylin's bewildered behavior, her head full of question marks.

"Who...... Who said I didn't understand? I'm just begging for mercy, don't experiment with me...... I didn't do anything too much. A crack opened in the body of the pitch-black piece of flesh, and a few human words came out of it.

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Ernacillin and Leloya glanced at each other, and both saw the confusion and confusion in each other's eyes.

Leloya turned the spherical cage in his hand over and over again, and said in an uncertain tone: "It doesn't have any characteristics of a high-level demon, not even a mid-level one, is it a mutant variety?"

"Hmm......" Enacyrin rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"What kind of mutation? Don't talk nonsense! I was born like this, is it strange that I can speak a foreign language?" The gap in the pitch-black flesh opened and closed, and a few more human words came out, "Don't look at me like this, you, yes, the red-haired one, have you seen my master?" I got the skin on his body, it's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Oh, master, you got the skin?" Leloa narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled, revealing a small fang.

"This thing, there are so many ways to go, why do you have to choose a dead end?" Leloa showed this expression, she was really angry. Enacyrin shook his head.

The demon jumped up and down, as if he was happy, "Yes, yes, my master likes human skins, and I have collected many, many beautiful skins for my master! Meat like yours is the best of the best! Meat is better than the rest. Oh yes, I remember I collected the skin of a particularly beautiful cub, and I still can't forget the taste, if only I could eat it again. The demon's tone was nostalgic. In fact, demons don't need to eat people, it's just that in their senses, the taste of humans is top-notch delicacy. And in order to eat the most delicious meat, the demon will eat the people it catches alive most of the time.

Hearing this, Enasilin sneered, "Leloa, there are very few living demons captured by the Guild, right? ”

"I think it's good, it's the first time I've seen a talking demon. "Leloya has already begun to think about how to use it, and the vitality of low-level demons is not weak.

"No! No, no, no, you can't! I have never done anything excessive! You can't do this to me! You can't!$%&#%!" The demon panicked when he heard their conversation, "I ...... I can let the master grant you your wishes!really!Anything you want!As long as you let me go......" It tried to negotiate terms with the two of them.

"Nope. Ernacillin leaned over slightly and smiled gently, "We think you should go to Leloa's lab to atone for your past sins." Well...... Let's start now. He picked out the faint light elements from the psionic energy gathered around him, and attached these psionic energies to the cage - this is the most primitive and pure way to use psionic energy.

"Ahh

"One species can never empathize with what happens to another, just as you don't pay attention to people's pain when you peel and eat people, and we don't pay attention to your pain when we slice you. Eneracillin put away his smile, and his rarely gloomy face had a little indifference similar to that of Lorea.