Seeing Grandin turn away, Harris didn't have the slightest intention of getting up to send him off.

Grandin doesn't see Harris as an offense to himself. After all, the two can only be regarded as strangers, and the content of the conversation cannot be said to be very relaxed and pleasant.

After seeing him walk out of the living room, Harris's shoulders on the couch suddenly collapsed, his tense muscles began to relax, and the expression on his face became soothing.

On the other side, Grandin, who had already walked to the foyer, suddenly remembered that he had one last question he hadn't asked Harris. Although the Extraordinary of the 'Assassin' path was somewhat seriously ill, he still hoped that this Harris would be normal.

The power that belonged to the 'Destiny Charm' wrapped around him was rapidly dissipating. But if you just ask a question, there's plenty of time. He also wanted to take this opportunity to get a glimpse of some of Harris's true character.

So he went back to the living room again, and while startling Harris, he asked:

"Oh, yes. I have one more small question, which of course you can choose not to answer. ”

Harris sat up straight, now a little stunned at the sight of 'you can choose not to answer'.

"Just ask."

He controlled his facial muscles, trying not to show any expression.

"How did you get your hands on the 'Instigator' potion?"

As Grandin's question spoke, the last vestige of the 'Destiny Charm' was consumed.

Grandin will adjust his relationship with Harris depending on his answer. If he doesn't answer, it's an answer in itself, and the worst kind.

Harris, who was nervously guarding, couldn't help but sneer when he heard this question, and his body relaxed again:

"This kind of thing still needs to be mastered? With each book, I feel like I know more about potions. After the latest issue of the Harris Garden Rankings was published, I felt even more ......"

He stopped abruptly and shut up on the subject.

"Compared with those crazy people who are crazy about destroying in order to get promoted, in order to be more in line with the original, I think I am as pure as a little white flower."

"Of course, the growth of small white flowers also needs nutrients, and there will always be people who will turn them into fertilizer. But I can guarantee that none of those who died at my hands were innocent. ”

Harris said this resolutely and decisively, without the slightest hesitation or ambiguity. He is indeed doing things according to his principles.

What did he feel? Could it be the joy of feeling the potion completely digested? Can writing also digest the 'instigator' potion?

Grandin's mind was full of thoughts, and the answer was somewhat unexpected. So he did not stay in Harris's house for long, and soon took his leave again.

On the way back to the tavern, he was still thinking about it.

The street lamps in the old street are a little erratic because of the aging of the materials. There were no pedestrians or horse-drawn carriages on the road, and it was a quiet environment for him to think about things.

The 'Harris Garden Rankings' can be seen as erotic, but its main role is to help people find a 'good place' on a lonely night, that is, a guide to prostitution*. Where does it fit into potions?

Instigation is instigating or instigating others to do bad things......

He paused.

Is it also 'instigation' to induce others to have fun? Uh, from morality - >>

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From the point of view, this is indeed a bad thing.

"Harris actually completely digested the potion with this."

Grandin left his leather jacket open, and the evening breeze cooled his overheated mind again. He continued to move forward, and his thoughts became clearer and clearer.

"Thinking about it this way, can he also play the 'Witch of Pleasure' in advance? Other witches are physically incapable of getting out of others and obtaining irresistible pleasures. And he can use his works to give people spiritual satisfaction and joy......"

"If his writing is good enough to create a poignant and cruel love story...... Or to be more ruthless, halfway through the writing, it will be unfinished...... Is it possible to play the 'Witch of Pain' in advance? But he had to change his pen name to 'Harris'. ”

Grandin's brain is getting bigger and bigger, but unfortunately these are just his guesses, and he lacks a 'witch' friend to help him test this idea.

After stopping and stopping along the way, he finally returned to the tavern.

Because Guns N' is not only a tavern, but also a hotel, it is open 24 hours a day. Even though it was past 1 a.m., by the time Grandin arrived, the number of guests in the tavern hadn't necessarily decreased in the slightest.

Old Fury dozed off behind the bar, only to pick himself up when he found out that Grandin had returned.

He smoked a cigarette and listened to the whole story.

"Whew~ It sounds like the helper old Duke is looking for is unreliable." Old Fury took a sharp drag on his cigarette, then handed the cigarette case to Grandin, "Do you want one?" ”???.. Com

Old Fury's cigarettes were peculiar, and Grandin guessed that there was probably a lot of mint in the cured tobacco leaves in addition to spices and herbs. It's certainly refreshing to smoke this cigarette at night, but he needs a break now.

"Thanks, no need. When I'm done eating the fish steak, I'm ready to go back to my room and sleep. ”

He was dealing with a pan-fried fish steak that was very tender.

"It just so happened that you hired me and Duke hired Harris. The two of you are really similar in some ways, and even the decisions you make in the end are similar. ”

Grandin finished the food on his plate and took another sip of lemonade to get rid of the greasy feeling in his mouth.

"Hmph, but his picky eye can't compare to mine."

Old Fury glanced with satisfaction at the young man leaning back in his chair and drinking leisurely. Then he took a cigarette in his mouth and stooped down to pull out the old Duke's slip from the drawer under the bar.

"After compensating me for the damage, he can take this away."

Frey raised the slip and threw it back into the drawer again.

"Yes, Harris will come to the tavern tomorrow morning to discuss how to make compensation." Grandin yawned and got up from his bar chair, "I thought you wouldn't let go so easily, and I've prepared a whole bunch of reasons to convince you." ”

"Hey, don't think of me like old Duke, maybe he'll do it, but I'm different."

Old Fury staggered out from behind the bar, and he was about to go to rest:

"Giving the slip to the slip will disgust old Duke at best, and it won't do me any good. But now, I can use it to get the favor of two people, and that Harris might be able to spy on old Duke for me...... Boy, remember. In the city of Enmat, human favor is the most useful thing. ”

"Yes, yes. Your opinion of me has really increased. ”

Grandin perfunctory.