There is a faint light coming through the window openings on the second floor.

Grandin didn't stop in front of the old house, he was like a passer-by who happened to pass by, with his hands in his pockets, passing by quickly.

Only then did he turn the corner into the alley and hide himself in the shadows.

"From what I know now, it's likely that this matter involves the extraordinary."

He leaned against the wall, letting his nervous spirit, tense from the long hours of tracking.

"Although I promised Fury Sr. that I would end this matter tonight, it seems that things are getting a little out of hand......"

"I can leave quietly and wait until tomorrow to pull Lorota with me for a wave of righteous group fights. Or write a report letter to the Storm Church and let them do it for you. But then I can't possibly know the intruder's motives. ”

"And it's been too long, and I can't guarantee that this extraordinary person will stay here forever. If the first raid is not successful, it will probably be difficult to find him again. ”

"Also, will this intruder find the 'tracking potion' on the sole of his foot?"

One thought flashed after another, and Grandin sighed, and he bent down and rubbed his somewhat swollen legs:

"Lorota actually dislikes Enmat City for being too boring? She just lacks a pair of eyes to find 'beauty'. ”

So leave everything to fate......

He pulled out the 'Destiny Charm' and, after activating it with his spirit, flicked it into the sky. The spell was still golden as it rolled in the air, but by the time it landed in Grandin's palm, it had crumpled into a pitch-black mass, and its power was completely exhausted.

At the same time, an unpredictable force emanated from the spell, infiltrating his entire body.

His spirituality fluctuated slightly, and a picture appeared before his eyes, and he 'saw' a gold coin with a circle of smaller circles appearing in the debris pile on the black lake.

When you use a charm, you ask for strength from the corresponding being depicted on the charm, and the charm itself and the spiritual materials used in making it are sacrifices to the corresponding being.

Grandin's use of the 'Destiny Charm' was essentially asking for strength to himself, so the carrier of power, the gold coin, naturally returned to his hand.

"But there is still wear and tear in the sacrifice process, so a single gold coin cannot be used indefinitely."

He looked at the scrap in his hand, and a few seconds ago, it was a golden cutie.

I used the 'Destiny Charm', so I don't think I'm losing money on this commission......

The thought made him a little uncomfortable, so he stopped thinking about it and focused more on the things in front of him. The scraps were pocketed by him, and he slowly stepped out of the shadows where he was hiding, ready to return to the old house from the corner.

"Meow—"

"Bang dang."

Perhaps startled by his living being, a wild cat sprang out of the garbage can, kicked its legs, and disappeared with a light step.

The garbage can shook in place twice, overturned down, and all kinds of household garbage were scattered on the ground.

The stench of corruption began to spread in the air, causing Grandin to take several steps back in a row, and even making him wonder if the luck he had just blessed had actually worked.

What's the difference between this and stepping on dog shit when you go out.

Unable to stand the smoke, Grandin decided to speed up and leave from here. But just then, he was shocked to notice that there was something in the garbage heap reflecting the moonlight, just like the highlighted quest items in the game.

At the same time, his spirituality was touched, and his intuition told him that this thing was important.

"That's what fate has given you? But I hope that next time I can be reminded in a more normal and good-smelling way......"

After complaining, he endured his nausea, put on his gloves, and began to rummage through the garbage heap. This job is not difficult, but it tests his breath-holding level. The last thing he held in his hand was a clear inkwell. The ink inside has run out, and now it's just a bare bottle.

"Hopefully it's worth it."

Grandin took the bottle and walked away from the stenching garbage heap.

He found another corner, first laid a spiritual wall to separate the inside and outside, and then leaned against the wall to hold up the inkwell and say the divination statement:

"The owner of the inkwell."

"The owner of the inkwell."

After repeating this seven times, he entered the dream realm, and in the gray dream world, a little color gradually blurred, and a picture appeared in front of his eyes.

He saw the inkwell being placed on the shelf, and a burly man had taken it down.

Immediately after, the picture changes. Grandin finally saw the man clearly. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, his tuxedo is open, and his shirt is unbuttoned with 3 buttons, and his physique is strong and strong. He sat cross-legged on a reef with a pen and paper recording something, the waves crashing at his feet, and in the distance was a steel battleship.

The screen switches, and this time Grandin is in a study. The man was writing at his desk, with an almost empty inkwell on the table. He also has a tricorne hat at his elbow with a brightly colored tail feather.

The picture begins to shake, and the dream gradually shatters. At the end, Grandin looked at what the man had written:

Her beauty makes me want to pluck ten thousand stars in the sky for her, and I want to give her the whole world. ’

Her fierce response made me fall into a dream, the collision of steel and softness was so beautiful...... Just let me die in her intoxicating bosom, I don't want to get up anymore......

After the divination, Grandin stood still for a long time, and then his body slowly straightened up. The strong impact he had just received made him still a little unable to come back to his senses.

This familiar romance-like depiction technique has both literary brilliance and a sense of picture.

He had never deliberately sought out the author's writings, but it seemed as if he had inadvertently read them all.

Bad fate! This man is actually Harris!

If that alone wasn't enough to break his spirit. But what did he see? What he saw was a strong man! Where did the burly figure and knotted muscles have anything to do with the agile and elegant assassin?

Rowena is afraid that she has some special hobbies, and she actually wants such a masculine and strong man to be a 'witch'?

"Alas, sure enough, the people who set foot on the 'assassin' sequence have broken their brains. However, Rowena was very unhappy with the primordial witch hanging above their heads, was this a way for her to fight? ”

Grandin's thoughts began to drift uncontrollably, and he suddenly wondered what Harris would become after drinking the 'witch' potion.

Following this line of thought, an image of King Kong Barbie in his mind instantly appeared with a muscular explosion, bearded, masculine, but wearing a pink short skirt.

He was a spirit, and he returned to the cold reality again.