It was Ariel who rang the doorbell, and seeing that she was unscathed, Hawke couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

"What's going on? Was the operation a failure? Why is there no trace of a battle all over the body? ”

"What? Do you still expect me to be beaten up by others? Ariel twisted his ears and walked inside.

"The fish balls are all in here, let's put them all in the underground warehouse." She tossed the black package in her hand to Hawke.

"Huh!? How is it so little? Could it be that the operation really failed!? He hurried after him, his face surprised.

"Well... It's not like a failure, but it's not a success either..."

"What is this, but to put it bluntly!" Hawke frowned.

"Let's not talk about that, what about Uncle Kree?" She asked.

"In the basement research room, do you need me to contact him?"

"Well, there are some important things to discuss with him, so ask him to wait for me in the living room in twenty minutes." Ariel nodded and walked into the bathroom.

Looking at Hawke, who was standing in front of the bathroom door, I walked towards him.

"There's no drama to watch...", I hugged the pillow and looked tired.

"Hmm... Looks like yes—" He also looked down in frustration at the black package in his hand.

"What is this?" I wondered.

"Fish balls," he muttered.

"Can you hold tens of thousands of fish balls here!?"

After all, this package that even I can easily hold in my arms, let alone tens of thousands, even hundreds are difficult to fit, right?

"Who knows—" he shook his head and went back to the living room with me.

"What? Didn't you see a good show that disappointed you both? Sister Lilith smiled, still knitting her sweater in her hands.

"It's okay... It's just that the results are a bit unexpected. Hawke said, untying the knot from the package.

'Bang! With a bang, two huge wooden boxes fell out at the moment of unraveling the cloth belt!

Fortunately, the material of the wooden box is quite strong, so that it did not break when it fell to the ground, but knocked the coffee table next to it to the ground!

"Hey, hey, hey! What kind of magical prop is this!? It's too much! Hawke and I looked surprised and delighted at the same time.

"This is the 'Vortex Bag', which was created by the warriors who possess the 'Forging Ability'. The polished special cloth can shrink the objects covered in it by dozens of times, but the shrinkage multiplier is too random, and it is difficult to forge a special cloth with a high shrinkage multiplier! The sister continued, picking up the black cloth that had fallen to the ground.

"It costs a lot of money to get such a 'whirlpool bag'." She looked at the cloth block.

"I see, this is quite similar to your special ability!" Hawke suddenly realized.

"No, my ability itself belongs to the 'transformation subtype' and can only act on my own body, while the 'forging ability' can affect things outside my body, so as to achieve the purpose of forging various strange props." My sister explained carefully.

"Transform...? It means... Will you become the 'black hole man' you used to be!? "My scalp tingles and I think back to the morning when I was tidying up the warehouse and yard with my sister.

"Hahaha, is this the nickname you gave to my ability? It's so stupid! She burst out laughing.

"Whew~" Hawk breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that Ariel guy is still quite reliable!" There must be 100,000 in these two boxes, right? ”

As he spoke, he pried open the door of the wooden box with an iron rod.

The moment the door opened, the fish balls that filled the wooden box gushed out of it, directly drowning me standing in front of the wooden box in the 'wave of fish balls'.

"Wow, ah, ah, ah!!!!"

Although the view was obscured by the fish balls, I could still hear Hawke's exclamations of excitement.

"I can finally lie at home every day without working!! He shouted and jumped into the sea of fish balls, rolling in it.

"Hey little bastard, I don't want to eat fish balls that smell like you!" Ariel walked out of the back room wrapped in a towel and grabbed Hawke by the ear and pulled him out of the fish balls.

"Tell me how you managed to get so many fish balls!? Is this all the fish balls of the 'Breakers'? He asked excitedly.

"No," Ariel frowned, his eyes looking like he was thinking about something, "that's probably only half of it, if not a fraction of it!" ”

"What—" everyone looked at her at the same time.

"Someone arrived at the reserve before I did, and took a large part of the fish balls!" She asserted.

Suddenly, she was lying on the sofa with her head in her arms, her expression hideous, and she looked quite uncomfortable.

"Are you alright!?" I hurried over and put the pillow in my hand under her head.

"Thank you, little baby~" She settled down and sat up again.

"Looks like something unexpected happened, right?" Sister Lilith guessed.

"Hmm," Ariel nodded slowly, "anyway, you'd better go and call Uncle Cree up!" ”

She slapped Hawke on the back of the head, signaling him to get into action.

"Wow! As for being so hard? Blame the Mother Orangutan! He muttered, covering the back of his head, and ran out the door.

"What happened?" I ran up to her and sat on her lap.

"Suddenly, I seem to have lost all memories from last night to tonight... If you think about it, your head hurts...", she replied.

"I see, that's why you want to ask Uncle Cree to help check the brain condition?" Sister Lilith asked.

"Yes, his words should find the cause of the problem."

"What are you talking about? Check the brain? Is it to pry the skull open? I panicked.

"No~" Ariel smiled and pinched my face, "Uncle Clay has a special ability in mental interference, and can invade other people's brains to read memories, which is an ability that is very good at controlling human thoughts. ”

"Oh? In that case, can I also search my mind for memories of before entering this concentration camp? "I was happy.

(Even though every day here has been so fulfilling that I don't have time to think, 'Why did you end up in this camp?') But sometimes when I go to bed at night, I can't help but think about these things, but no matter how much I think about it, I can't get results... ）

"Of course, there have been attempts at this, but they have all failed... After all, Uncle Kree's ability is limited to reading existing memories, and if he has lost his memories, he cannot read them. ”

'Ding-dong! The doorbell rang again.

"Open the door, Uncle Kree is coming!" Hawke's shouts rang out outside the door.