"It's horrible, it's horrible."

Grandin shook his head violently, clearing all the images that remained in his mind.

Is the 'witch' potion really so powerful that it can completely change Harris's appearance? I remember always keeping a little bit of the same trait as before......

"Since they are acquaintances, there is no need to fight and kill as soon as they come up. I can change my strategy a little bit, focus on inquiry, and try to solve problems in a peaceful way. ”

"But I can't let my guard down, I can put on the 'Badge of Flesh' and use crazy babbling to counter the charm and persuasion of the 'instigator'. As long as there is an external force, his ability to control can be interrupted. As for hand-to-hand combat, it only depends on the level of each individual. ”

Using crazy babbling to resist charm, does this count as fighting poison with poison?

He thought about the question after taking out the 'Flesh Badge' and transforming it into a ring to wear on his hand.

"Rowena gave me the commission to inform Harris that the 'witch' potion was ready. Alas, whether or not to be promoted to 'witch' is better for Harris to consider for himself. ”

Grandin gave up on the idea of bringing Harris back to Bakeland.

"But just bring the words, and I'll get a recipe worth 200 gold pounds. Plus the free housing promised by Old Fury...... This 'Destiny Charm' is worth it. ”

He laughed to himself, and then there was a prayer and bestowal ceremony here.

He found the red wizard's hat badge that Rowena had given him in the debris pile on the Black Lake. This badge used to be a letter of introduction that allowed him to enter a secret party hosted by Mr. A. And now, it's a stepping stone to Harris's closer relationship.

After making his preparations, Grandin came to the door of the old house again.

The old house did not have a porch, and after the wind and sun, the door was gray and dilapidated, and even some of the fiber filaments of the wood had burst open.

It might be easier to break through this door than it is to break through the one in Old Fury's house.

He rang the doorbell as he assessed the strength of the door, and now he was a visiting guest.

The doorbell jingled and the faint lights on the second floor disappeared.

There are people in the house.

After coming to his conclusion, he waited a little longer, then calmly rang the doorbell a second time.

"Who!"

The lights in the room came on, and a deep male voice came from behind the door.

The voice matched his size...... 'witch' potion was really that magical and could completely change a person?"

The image of King Kong Barbie appeared in front of his eyes again.

"Hello, Harris, I brought a greeting from Rowena."

Grandin couldn't find a cat's eye on the door to see the outside, but he showed off the red wizard's hat badge anyway.

"She asked me to inform you that the 'witch' potion was ready."

"Damn, you're going to find me if I run here? You're good to go! Even if I die, I won't go back and drink that potion!" ”

The door slammed open, and the wind from the door panel swept Grandin's face.

Harris's beard is neatly trimmed and his deep blue eyes are also very temperamental. But the fury and remorse on his face made his expression extremely funny.

Grandin stepped back slightly, looking at him more closely.

Harris was dressed rather unruly, with his shirt open and thick brown chest hair exposed, and his muscles were strong and muscular.

The height is about the same as mine, if such a strong man becomes a woman...... It seems that using Rowena to pull the relationship is a little unworkable, but I have options.

Grandin pressed his foot against the door that was about to close:

"Mr. Harris, please don't rush to close the door. I'm your book lover first, and then Rowena's messenger. ”

He didn't say this at all, after all, he had already seen many of Harris's works.

"I can even recite some passages in it, such as 'She pretended to struggle...... so can you sign me?"

"This ......"

Harris hesitated as he didn't expect to bump into a book lover blocking the door.

"And I also create in my spare time, so I'm sorry I didn't bring my own work this time, but I can tell you a little bit about it."

He coughed and said with emotion:

"Life is about collecting memories, because only memories can stay with us forever. So he decided to go to Joy Street to find a new encounter......"

"Alright, alright, don't read it."

Standing at the door at night and reading the erotic love, even if Harris is used to writing the scene of the wind and the moon, it is a little unbearable. He poked his head out, looked left and right, and motioned for Grandin to hurry into the house.

The room was very cluttered, and it was obvious that he didn't usually take the time to tidy up. The sofa in the living room could barely sit on people, so the two sat opposite each other on the sofa.

As Harris sat down, his weight caused the armchair to collapse hard downwards. Because of the Rowena token that Grandin presented, he didn't show too much vigilance:

"Your description is not bad, but it's a bit hollow. What do our readers need? They want to see a more detailed depiction! In this regard, you can learn from me. ”

When it comes to creation, his tone is a bit fanatical.

"Really? Listen to the following paragraph, I'm a little confident about it......"

Grandin did what he liked and used a common topic to bring the two closer. It was a useful trick, and as the discussion progressed, Harris relaxed and looked at him more kindly.

"Are you the teacher's subordinate, or her new apprentice?"

Harris folded his legs on the coffee table. The body is leaning on the armrests of the sofa in a very casual posture.

"No, I'm just a temporary messenger. Strictly speaking, it's a partnership between me and your teacher. ”

Grandin stomped on his feet, his body equally relaxed. Because he believes that if he does fight, Harris's poor sitting posture will definitely be even more unsuitable for power.

And he also has a revolver hidden in his own belt, ready to fire. There was a gap of more than two meters between the two, and it was almost impossible for him to miss. As for Harris, after careful observation he had just made, Harris did not carry any weapons on him.

So he decided to put an end to the light chit-chat and let the conversation go a little deeper.

"Actually, in addition to being a messenger and a book lover, I also have a third identity......"

As if he was tired from sitting, he put his upturned feet down, leaned slightly, and put his left hand on his waist. Harris listened attentively with an interested expression.

"I'm still a detective. So Mr. Harris, can you tell me why you're in Old Fury's room at 10 o'clock tonight? ”

"You!"

Harris's left hand suddenly slammed into the bottle next to the couch, his legs flexed as if he were about to kick the coffee table. However, all of this came to an abrupt halt when he saw Grandin's revolver.

The muzzle of the black hole made him sit down obediently again.

As Grandin thought, Harris's sitting position was not suitable for dealing with unexpected situations.