"It's my office in front of it, and even though it looks like a thatched house, I'm sure it's my office."

Angelyl rolled her eyes and followed the skeleton into the thatched house.

A tattered sign hung aside, the words on it too ugly to describe in words

- 50 Forward Street, Oreo Detective Agency.

Pursing her lips slightly, Angelil followed in.

As expected, the firm was cramped.

A desk huddled in a corner of the thatched room, and a rudimentary chair in the gap between the table and the wall, should barely sit if it were a skeleton.

Most of the room was occupied by fishing nets, and the thing was in tatters.

Aside from the fishing nets and the desk, there was only one small bed in the room, but thankfully, it was bunktier.

Lying down on a bed, Oreo said ostentatiously.

"Well, the land here is much more expensive than you think, and having a thatched hut is a rare thing...... Before teaching mantra inscriptions, you can go outside and take a look at my collection and choose one from inside for today's lunch. ”

“......”

Angelyl piled the Vinada steel in the corner of the thatched hut and said hesitantly.

"Lord Oreo...... Do the undead have to eat too? ”

"Hmmm......"

Oreo hesitated unusually as he stammered, "It's a spiritual quest...... I don't know if you can understand it, but if you can't, you can take it as compensation for my hard work and a reward for healing your broken arm. ”

Angelyl frowned slightly.

"I'm not here to cook for you."

The skeleton rolled over and sat up, its mouth open and closed.

"Then I beg you, Angelil, can you cook me a meal, the restaurants in the city are too expensive."

He pointed to the fishing nets on the ground, "You see I have to weave fishing nets to make a living, I don't have the capital to go to a good meal, and I can't eat in the human realm......"

Angelyl closed her eyes and said helplessly.

"Lord Oreo, do you have any spices here?"

Oreo shook his head and thought for a moment before he spoke.

"Yes, I picked up the barbecue sauce from the trash can last time, I'm sure you can make a grilled fish!"

Following Oreo's gaze, Angelyl found a tattered bottle of barbecue sauce on the table.

To use an inappropriate analogy, that thing is simply the bones of barbecue sauce.

Picking up the thing, Angelil touched a fish from the basket at the door, and slapped it to death on the ground

- Although she doesn't know why the spirit world thing died, she apparently succeeded.

"Lord Oreo,"

Squatting in front of the door, Angelelle yelled, "How do I make a fire?" ”

Oreo hurried out of the room, then gestured again, and Angelyl frowned as he complied.

After repeating it a few times, a flash of fire appeared in the palm of her hand, but it quickly went out.

"Angelil, you're a genius!"

Oreo exclaimed, then threw the firewood at Angelil's feet.

"Actually, you can just use the flame to cook the fish, but this is a very advanced use, you should burn the fire first."

"Lord Oreo,"

Raising her head, Angelil said coldly, "Actually, you just want to teach me this spell, right?" Why do you have to turn a corner? ”

"Uh......"

The treacherous scheme was exposed, and the skeleton scratched its head, "I think it would be a little gentler." ”

Angelyl rolled her eyes and began digging holes in the ground.

"You really look like your sister, you always like to treat others as pigs' heads."

Oreo chuckled twice, then leaned against the door, rubbing the ashes from his bones.

After repeating it dozens of times, Angelil finally mastered the spell completely, and the firewood in front of her was blazing.

She stretched out her invisible right hand and covered the flames, a piercing pain came from her fingertips, and she quickly retracted her right hand.

"Am I going to die here?"

"Fire won't kill you, but you will."

Oreo shook his head and held out his right hand in Angely's example, the flames crackling his bones.

"Almost all of the people on Burning Soul Island are spirits, even if your body is broken, as long as your soul is still there, you will not die, but because of the fear of death, your fear will kill the soul."

Angelyl muttered.

"So as long as the soul is stronger, your strength will also be stronger?"

Oreo scratched his head.

"It sounds like the slogan of an inspirational training course...... But you're right, as long as your soul is strong, your strength will be strong, no matter what state it is. ”

"I see."

Angelyl answered, and began to concentrate on the grilled fish.

When I was a child, my family lived by the river, so Angelyl was actually a good at cooking fish.

Oreo sniffled and muttered, not there.

"It smells so good. I'm thinking about whether or not to give up netting and we can go to Navoli and set up a stall or something. ”

Rustling footsteps came from afar, and a tall skeleton spoke in the distance.

"Oreo! This month's rent! ”

“......”

Standing up, Oreo said in a smug voice, "Uncle Pietro, there was a typhoon not long ago, and the fish market in the city is overflowing, and I can barely sell my fish and nets, see if you can be a little more accommodating......"

"A little accommodating?"

The skeleton approached, and it looked Angelil up and down, "Oh my God, it's a little human girl, although she looks a little ugly, but she should be worth a lot of money...... Wait, little girl, what are you talking about, can you repeat that again? ”

Angelyl tensed up instantly, and she leaned over to Oreo's.

Pietro got closer and closer, and he craned his neck and sniffed hard at Angelil.

"You're talking about something very precious, what is it......"

He turned his head to look at the thatched hut, and Angelyl's expression became more and more frightened.

Pietro said triumphantly.

"I see, that thing is in there, isn't it?"

Seeing him walk towards the thatched house step by step, Angelyl hurriedly said.

"Nothing, nothing!"

"Oh my God!"

Pietro saw through Angelille, and he walked quickly into the room, speaking in surprise.

"So much Vinada steel! Where did you pick it up from? Oreo Pravor, as a friend I can help you hide this secret, but only if you give me half of Venada Steel as a reward, or I will tell Lord Diru the news. ”

"Dear Uncle Pietro, of course that's fine, poor people like us should help each other, shouldn't we?"

Oreo shouted, raising his right hand and drawing a pistol, wisps of black light condensing along his arm.

"By the way, these things are actually brought back by me from the human realm, and I also met your daughter in Turin, she married into a good family and lived a very happy life."

"That's great, with all this Venada steel I can go to the human realm, I miss my daughter so much."

Pietro walked out with Venada Steel and said in surprise when he saw the black glow in Oreo's palm.

"Little Pravor, what is it in your hand that looks like a very evil magic?"

"I think you're mistaken, Uncle Pietro, this is my reward for your banditry deeds, and the prize is to go to heaven and meet Tutan!"

The voice fell, and Oreo pulled the trigger.

A non-existent explosion rang in the ears of the two, and the black bullet sliced under Pietro's ribs.

Covering his wounds, Pietro said in horror.

"It's ...... What is it! ”

Oreo said with his hands on his hips.

"I forgot to tell you, I'm actually a powerful dark magician, and I've just sent out a Pashom ray, and it's about to burn your soul!"

"No...... No...... This can't be, Master Diru won't let you go! ”

With a cry of reluctance, the skeleton fell to the ground in pieces, looking dead.

Turning his head, Oreo admonished.

"Angelil, here you have to learn to hide your thoughts, if you let others know that we have Venada Steel, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Angelyl swallowed hard, and she slowly turned her head to stare at the pile of broken bones on the ground.

"He's ...... Scared to death by yourself? ”

Oreo turned away, noncommittal.

"Almost."

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