Ogier Street, a five-dollar shop-in-store at the end of the street.

Sitting quietly reading the newspaper at the workbench, Morellilin did not look at James, but simply raised his hand and pointed to the platform in the center of the room, "Take off your coat and stand up." ”

James did. looked at himself in the four-sided mirror, and subconsciously straightened his shirt with some wrinkles.

Morellin closed the newspaper, the tape measure hanging around his neck was removed, and walked straight to James, pinching the front end of the tape measure with one hand, pressing it on James's shoulder, and the other hand followed the naturally hanging tape measure, and the friction sound of Sisuo was quiet and peaceful, stopping on the other shoulder.

"Your mind. Morellin looked at his tape measure, the small book on his chest was taken out, and he took down the measurements, "It's a little confusing." ”

James took a deep breath as the other man lifted his arm and wrapped the tape measure around his chest, "Zach suggested I come." ”

"Huh. Morilin, who was standing behind James and recording the measurements, smiled, as if admiring James's cooperation, comfortable men's clothing is not as comfortable as women's clothing, "Ask about 'Kozil'? ”

James frowned, his mind a little confused, as Morellin had just commented.

James's arm was pulled by Morellien, and the tape measure continued to measure, "Hehe, you're thinking too much." Morellin's gaze shifted to the side of the closet full of men's clothes, "The women's clothes that Louise and Miss Mo requested at their wedding are ready, and you will have time to send them back later." ”

James had a gas leak. Then immediately in the breath, the tape measure bypassed his waist, people, there are only a few sensitive parts.

"And Grande didn't pay, you pay again. ”

James's face twitched, "I'm still going to ask about Kozil." He exhaled slightly. Reiterating the purpose of his visit.

"Aren't we going on? Morielin's voice was smooth and gentle, one end of the tape measure was on the police badge around James's waist, and the other end extended upwards, stopping under the armpit of his side, and the two people facing him looked at each other, "You still have to pay for your set." ”

James frowned. He wanted to step back from this platform, he didn't come here to make clothes, and he didn't plan to spend money inexplicably.

"Stand still. A familiar and stern voice suddenly sounded in his head. James's movements froze, and he subconsciously stood up in a military posture!

Morellin smiled, shook his head slightly, squatted down on the tape measure, and began to measure the length of his pants. Not only did he have to forcibly sell James clothes, but he also had to sell a full set!

"You ......" James's face turned pale instantly, and he just reacted and looked down at Morelline. Prepare to dodge......

"Stand up straight! you're a soldier!" the familiar and stern voice reappeared in James's mind!

James's face was already pale, but he still subconsciously stood up straight, looking straight ahead! The standard military posture! Because the voice belonged to James's father, General Lance! It was absolutely impossible to be here at Patton, here and now!

"Sorry for this little trick. Morellinn, who had recorded the dimensions, stood up and looked at the pale James, who smiled and tilted his head. "But I 'read' everything about you, and I found out. This is the thing that is the most deterrent to you. ”

James's forehead beaded with sweat, "You, what did you do?!"

"People's hearts. Morellilin smiled at James, "It's just an open book for me." The mind reader hooked the tape measure back around his neck, "I just turned it to the page that will make you honest." ”

As I said, mind readers are powerful. Morelin, very strong.

Morellin turned and walked to his workbench, the small notebook with the dimensions was spread out, and he began to transcribe the data. If only Morellilin had an assistant. You don't have to do this kind of chore work yourself, but, as we know, Eli isn't here.

"How, how......" James probably wanted to ask why this was happening, but seriously, even if the mind reader explained, he understood.

James was not too stupid to try to ask about anything that was beyond his comprehension. He stepped off the platform and stared at Morellin gloomily, "What do you say we're doing, what are we doing? I need to know what Kozil is! You're telling me that Kozil is also ......a mind reader in this way."

Morellin glanced at James and walked to the cupboard stacked with fabrics, "Pick one." ”

The interrupted James only glanced at the position of the fabric, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "You can't just 'read' the ...... I'm going to choose."

"Velvet, black. Morellin responded with a smile, then tilted his head, "What a boring and uninspired choice." ”

James looked like his throat was stuck, what he said just now was a negative remark, not only did he not need the other party to answer, but he also didn't need the other party to comment on his taste in clothing!

"And I still need to remind you that it's summer, and your choice is too willful. Still smiling, Morellin beckoned to James and walked to the cupboard, "You'd better come over and feel it for yourself." "He's already pulled up a piece of fabric, seducing—seducing—the guest like a normal businessman.

James pursed his lips and stepped forward, what else could he do but follow the rhythm of the mind reader?

Holding the fabric recommended by Morellin in his hand, James's mind was completely thinking about something else.

From Ogier to the north, Back Bay, the man who had to follow the rhythm of the mind reader, and one more, Amilia.

Emilia stared at the teacup on her coffee table, forced to listen to Oz Kozier's 'self-talk', a rare relaxing 'vacation', ruined.

What was James doing on the other side of the deal?" Emilia thought. It's not that Emilia cares about James, it's the benefit of her psychological expertise - the best way for a person to deal with a situation when they are so disgusted is to 'disconnect' and let the mind go to another world. Colloquially known as evasion.

"You're not listening. Oz tilted his head sideways, looking at Emilia who was still in her bathrobe, a little helplessly, "and picked a theme that I don't care about right now (what James is doing)." Oz pursed his lips, "You know, Amilia, for an ordinary person, you're very adaptable to being different. So quickly thought of a way to deal with it. ”

This was presumably a compliment that went unto receive any response from Emilia, who was immersed in her own thoughts—James spent the morning reading gossip magazines, bathing, and applying face masks...... Hey, what does Emilia think, no one can interfere...... No one?

Amilia's body stiffened suddenly, and her heart, the 'book', was turned the page.

Emilia sat down across from Oz with a gloomy face. He frowned, and his face looked like he was ready to listen intently to the other party's 'lecture'. Yes, it's a 'lecture', because just now, Emilia has a picture of her former school days, a stern psychology professor pinching chalk and reprimanding a sleeping student!

"What did you do to me!" Emilia glared at Oz in front of her.

Oz smiled, "I said, we're going to start over." Oz pushes Emilia out of his brewed teacup again, "Friendly communication is the first step to a good relationship. How can I distract you from this important exchange. ”

"What have you done to me!!" Emilia repeated again, in a fierce tone, for she found that she could not relax, and that her whole mind was focused on one thing—listening to Oz! just as she had been a student and had forced herself to listen to the old professor's drowsy lecture!

"Oh?" Oz smiled, "are you curious? He took a slow sip of tea. "The human mind is a very complex thing, you can say that it is a continuous process of thinking, memory, and emotion. ”

Hell yes. Believe me, the purpose of Emilia to study hard and start working after graduation is definitely not to return to the classroom!

"I need you to focus right now. Oz raised his hand, "So I'll find the passage in your mind that best suits my needs, and read it." Urge you now. ”

"You use my memories to manipulate my current way of thinking and emotional direction!!" As a psychology professional, Emilia told the truth, no, it was angry and roared.

Oz raised an eyebrow. Start clapping. Bang bang bang is annoying.

"You surprise me. Oz commented, "Amilia, now I really want to be friends with you. ”

"Never!" said super simply, "with a guy like you!never!!"

"Don't do that. Oz smiled and waved his hand, "And don't call me 'this kind of guy', I have identity and status, not an ordinary alien race...... Oz paused, looked at Emilia, and 'talked to himself', "You don't believe me, yes, I just said that the alien races in the west are all at the bottom of society, slaves and servants who serve the Demon Feast and humans, but I'm not, I'm a partner, a partner of the Demon Feast......"

Oz raised his eyebrows, his expression helpless again, "Amilia, you'd better get rid of this dangerous thought as soon as possible." "Well, it's curious what Emilia is thinking at this time!" How about using my family's story to start our friendly reacquaintance......"

Still, there's no end to it here, and Oz will keep talking.

But, given the choice, I think, we'd prefer the story to be told in a genuinely friendly, uh, at least not indoctrinated situation with the extreme disgust of the listener and the storyteller.

It's convenient, Ogier Street, a five-dollar in-store, and the story will be played out in a conversation with another pair, so come back here.

"Good. Morellin marked James's choice, "As for the style, leave it to me." Morellin looked at James with a smile, "I can assure you that it's completely different from the 'Koziel' you're used to and which have recently started to be the talk of the town for Barton Liszt, and you'll like it." ”

James's frowning brow moved, the other party took the initiative to mention Kozil, which is a good thing, "You're going to tell me Kozir......"

"Don't be in such a hurry. Morellin shook his head, still smiling, "How about a little family story first." Everything you ever want to know, it's here. ”

James could say anything, pursed his lips, and made a gesture of please.

"My ancestor was a lowly slave who didn't even have a name. Morellin began, pulling over the chair at the workbench, indicating that it was a story that would take some time, "He was an assistant to the torturer, and his only room to survive was to listen to the hearts of the poor, tortured people in the bloody torture room......

James interrupted for the first time, "When, when is this story you are talking about?" "Reasonable questioning.

"Three centuries ago. Morellin replied, and continued, "Probably, if nothing else, he would have died of old age in that dark torture room. Until one day, a big man appeared. Morellin smiled, as if he was afraid that James would not know, "The big man is referring to one of the 'Lesenbra' of the Demon Feast, you can ask Zach when you get back." ”

James's behavior now, uh, may seem a little stupid, but it has to. His face darkened, and he pulled out his small notebook, wrote 'Lesenbra,' and confirmed the spelling with Morellien.

The big man seemed to just take a look at the progress of his slaves' work and soon left. Morellin recounted the story with a smile, "After all, the Torturer is a shapeshifter known for his cold-bloodedness, and his assistant is a mind-reader who is good at digging into people's hearts, and this big man doesn't need to waste his supper (blood) and put his noble gaze (the Charm Pupil) on the guy being tortured." ”

Morellin paused for a moment and looked at James with some disappointment, "You didn't receive what I was trying to say, I was telling you that in the west, all the alien races are slaves in the service of the Demon Feast. Centuries ago it was, and now, presumably, it's the same. ”

Naturally, James's face was a little more gloomy.

After a special reminder to James, Morellien continued, "A few days later, my ancestor left the torture room with the feeling of mortality, and found the great man, and he said the following words, 'Master, I have made this scarf to wear on your neckline, so that the neckline that you have glued to the stain next time can be replaced, and you will no longer have to worry about the sudden appetite at those banquets. ’”

In James's mind, the evolution of gentleman's formal wear over the centuries came to mind. He felt cold.

"The big man patted my ancestor on the shoulder and asked, 'Very well, solved my troubles, I'm happy.'" And what are the troubles of you lowly creature that I can help you solve?'" Morelin mimicked the tone of the characters in the story, "'I want a name, master. My ancestors replied. Morellin shrugged, "The big man is probably in a good mood, but not so good that he will give him the honorable 'Lesenbra' surname at will, and he said, 'How about Kozil, from now on, you will be called Kozil.'" ’”

Again, the story is not over. (To be continued.) )