As something new appeared on the parchment, as if someone had suddenly quickened the hands of a clock in the study, the movement of everything went into fast-forward mode.

Grandin was forced to re-watch his own cleaning of the room from the perspective of a bystander.

"It's not cleaned up thoroughly enough...... No wonder I always felt that a piece of the glass was missing, and it turned out that there was a piece of debris that fell under the round stool......"

The room was cleaned up quickly.

Then he watched as his apparition took out the parchment and the paper crane from his suitcase and sat back at his desk. So the phantom and the entity become one again.

Grandin was spiritually lacking at this time, and his consciousness was free, but these did not affect his perception in the slightest. When the two selves coincided, he once again intersected with history and reality.

"I've covered your tracks with a false fate, and I don't know what you've just done. But just now, a stone fell in the river of fate, and it was followed by curses and disasters. My gut tells me that it's all about you, and it's going to implicate me! ”

A passage appeared on the parchment.

Stones smashed into the water...... What strange metaphor is this? Next time, I'll try to get into the water lightly with a 360-degree rotation in free fall......

Grandin smiled wryly, but the description of the Serpent of Destiny also made him understand some things, such as the reason why he was still sitting here.

He mentally warned himself that he would have to be more cautious next time in a battle involving a high sequence. At the same time, he took out his pen and thanked the 'Serpent of Destiny' again:

"Thank you, your good fortune really helped, if you need anything, please feel free to ask."

As soon as he put the pen down, the words appeared again on the parchment:

"Hmph, I haven't used your place yet, so I owe it first. Wait, fate tells me that you will greatly improve my diet, what does that mean? ”

Dramatically improve your diet? I'm not a cook either...... If you want me to provide food, you can only order takeout for him, right?

Grandin was in a trance for a while, but he quickly thought of a possibility.

Maybe I can offer him all kinds of ice cream?

He immediately put pen to paper and wrote:

"I'm not very good at cooking, but I know there's a restaurant in Beckland called 'Tata'. They serve a special lime flavored ice cream on weekends. ”

As soon as this passage was written, a reply appeared on the parchment:

"As a small child, I can't go out alone, but you can come and visit my house on the weekend. My father was in the business business, and I think you would be able to talk about it. You can talk to him about the future of Suser Minerals, and then drop by and invite our family out for dinner. I want double ice cream, just lime flavor! ”

The handwriting was uninterrupted, and he didn't give Grandin any time to react, and he immediately arranged his weekend itinerary. Just as he was about to say yes, something new appeared on the parchment:

"No, forget it, I have a hunch that things won't go so well, let me think about whether there is any other way first."

There is loss in the words.

"I almost forgot to ask, what the hell did you just do?"

The Serpent of Destiny asked again.

This question got Grandin deep in thought.

Stopped an evil sacrifice, met a new friend, and saved his own followers? Wouldn't writing these out make the other person feel like they're taking the opportunity to brag?

Adhering to the virtue of modesty, at the end of his pen, he simply wrote:

"Some little things, that is, overturning other people's dining tables, smashing other people's houses."

"Huh?"

"Boom!"

The sky that had been overcast for a long time finally began to rain heavily.

......

The conversation with the Serpent of Destiny was quite interesting. But when Grandin asks for a new paper crane, Will prevaricates with the excuse that 'good boys need enough sleep' and breaks off the contact, much to his regret.

There was so much going on tonight that Grandin, who was confused, had to take out the elven textbook again, intending to spend the long night by studying.

Learning and memorizing knowledge gave him a moment of peace, and as his spirituality slowly recovered, even the annoying murmuring subsided a lot.

"Well, I forgot to bring some coffee with me this time back to Beckland...... Thankfully, the Storm Church's substitutes take care of most of the city's 'business', and I can take a break in the company tomorrow. ”

After jotting down another set of Elvish words, he sighed.

Suddenly, he glanced thoughtfully out the window. His instincts told him that something related to him had happened.

This 'inspiration' that is triggered from time to time comes from the abilities he gains after drinking the 'monster' potion. It is a passive and irresistible sense, allowing him to be vaguely aware of what is or has happened.

But unless he actually encounters it, it's hard for him to understand what's really going on.

Just as he was stunned, there was another dazzling white light outside the window, and then there was a rolling thunder.

"Boom, rumble!"

The power of the thunder made the window panes tremble slightly.

"Zizi ......"

The gas lamps on the wall flickered twice, and the light gradually dimmed until it disappeared.

Relying on the electric light that flashed from time to time outside the window, Grandin reached the wall in the dark, first slapped the metal grid outside the wall lamp twice, an action that almost burned his palms, and then twisted the gas light switch again.

"Click, click."

The gears turned, and the flints collided, but no flames escaped from the gaslights. Looking out of the window, the whole street was pitch black.

Knowing that there was probably something wrong with the gas pipes, Grandin had to check all the windows in the room in the dark to make sure they were closed. Then I put away my notes and books.

When he sat back in his chair, a few whispers rang in his ears from time to time, letting him know that it wasn't a good time to fall asleep.

In order to pass the time, he had to grab the handle of the stairs and go downstairs.

The hall of the tavern was not affected by the breath in the slightest, and there was still jubilation.

Harris overbearingly occupies the boxing ring in the center of the tavern while working. His muscular muscles ensured that no drunkard wouldn't want to touch him in the ring.

He sat on a round stool, stilted his feet, plucked the lute from time to time, and told the story of a tragic hero in a deep and mournful voice.

Grandin leaned against the wall and listened for a while, and realized that the story was surprisingly serious.

"If you can bring some color, maybe it will be more popular with drinkers."

Grandin commented casually.

"But that's not for sure...... If Harris goes too far into the details and makes the drinkers want to find a place to 'put out the fire', it will hurt the tavern's business. ”