The United States of Sahelta, located in the middle of the continent of Yolubian, is a member of the V5 of the World Organization.

Garland, a classical city full of romance and art, is built on a hill and a Y-shaped river runs through the city, adding to the city's glory.

Towards evening, a flying ship from the capital of competition slowly landed in the city's airport.

Ten minutes later, Alves and Haruto Mimori walked out of the airport and got into a taxi waiting for the guests.

"Mr. Driver, head to the Irish de Hotel."

Before the flying ship landed, Alves had already booked the most luxurious hotel.

The taxi drove smoothly on the road in Garland, and the scenery on both sides of the road was rapidly receding.

It didn't take long for the two to arrive at the door of the Irish De Hotel, and Haruto Mimori paid the taxi fare.

Led by the waiter, the two stayed in one of the hotel's most luxurious suites, with a window overlooking almost the entire city.

"Chief, when are we going to find you?"

As for the purpose of Alves' trip, Mimori Haruto knew it clearly, so he asked this question.

"Don't worry, have a good night's rest first, and then I'll visit the door."

Haruto Mimori has no opinion, anyway, whatever Alves says, he will do it.

Nothing was said all night.

A touch of fish belly white had just emerged in the distant sky, and Alves, who had rested all night, opened his eyes.

After washing up, Alves called room service and asked the waiter to bring breakfast.

"I'll go out in a moment, and you stay here and wait for my news."

Haruto Mimori, who was eating breakfast, paused in the movements of his hands and asked:

"Don't you need me to follow?"

Alves shook his head and said:

"No need, the general situation has been clearly understood, if the other party has other conditions, you may need to go to the Thousand Ears Club."

Haruto Mimori understood what Alves meant, and said:

"Then I'll wait for your news."

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10 a.m.

After leaving the Grand Hotel in Ireland, Alves kept walking towards the south of the city.

37 Nask Street.

Alves stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell.

After a while, a butler in his sixties opened the door.

"Sir, may I ask what is the matter?"

Although the old butler was a little old, he was in good spirits, and when he saw Alves standing at the door, he asked politely.

"Is this Mr. Clive Joyce's residence?"

"My name is Alves, and I'm here to help him fulfill his wish, please let me know."

The fees of the Thousand Ears Club are indeed expensive, but the service of the people is also leveraged, and they helped Alves connect to the line in advance.

As for how Thousand Ears would do it, Alves wasn't interested, as long as it allowed him to get what he wanted.

The old butler frowned, as a housekeeper who was trusted by Clive Joyce, after he accompanied Clive Joyce to a place a few days ago and came back, he received a notice that someone would come to the door and ask him to entertain him well.

Although he didn't know what was going on, the person who came to the door was a young stranger like Alves, which made him inevitably have some thoughts in his heart.

"Hello, my name is Jon, and I received a notice from my lord before."

"Please come in!"

Jon turned sideways and let Alves in.

"Excuse me."

After entering the house, Alves was arranged to wait in the living room, and then Jon asked the maid to bring Alves tea as well.

Just after Alves had waited quietly for a few minutes, an old man with an old dragon clock and a pale face that could not hide his pale color, dressed in casual clothes, walked down from the second floor tremblingly with Jon's support.

He was the owner of the house – Clive Joyce, a very famous artist and sculptor.

With Jon in his arms, Clive Joyce sat down in front of Alves.

"Go down first!"

"Yes, sir!"

Clive Joyce withdrew the butler Jon and the maid, and stared at Alves in silence for a long time.

"You're the one they asked me to help me?"

Seeing that Alves was resolute and unmoving, Clive Joyce was the first to speak to break the silence, and his tone of voice was a little weak.

I don't know exactly who you mean by "they", but I'm sure I'll help you get what you want. ”

Alves spoke lightly, and his calm and calm appearance made Clive Joyce look up to him a few points.

"I think back to the ups and downs, ups and downs of my life for decades, and sometimes without emotion."

"Now that I'm dying, as long as you can help me fulfill my last wish, why not give me this old life to you."

Faced with the fact that he was about to die, Clive Joyce seemed very calm, and only when he mentioned the "last wish" did his quiet eyes glow.

"Mr. Clive already knows what I want, so I won't hide it for you."

"After I have fulfilled your wish, you will willingly sacrifice your thoughts to me."

Hearing Alves's words, Clive Joyce was slightly surprised.

Isn't it "life" but "thought"? ”

Alves smiled faintly and said:

If you say that the sacrifice is "life", you are not wrong. ”

"After you have sacrificed to me, your life will come to an end in a short time. ”

"If you count it as an ordinary adult, you can live for half an hour at most."

Clive Joyce nodded silently, understanding what Alves meant.

"No problem, I can grant your request."

At this moment, Alves's inner ecstasy, this second sacrificer was determined.

"But before you do, you're going to help me get that thing back."

As the saying goes: people grow old and become fine.

Although Clive Joyce can face death calmly, he is also a master who does not see the rabbit and does not scatter the eagle.

"I'm fine."

"But before that, tell me what you want!"

"Also, I need to determine your mental attributes."

Clive Joyce nodded, and when it came to this, it was basically a negotiation.

Alves took a glass of water and placed a green leaf on it, gently placing it in front of Clive Joyce.

"Mizumi-shi?"

"I just did it once a while ago."

Clive Joyce slowly stretched out his hands, and Alves realized that he didn't have a pair of palms.

A look of surprise flashed, and Clive Joyce's water-like phenomenon was quickly presented in front of Alves.

"Sure enough, it's a change system."

Alves, who didn't see any change in the glass of water, suddenly made a judgment in his heart, and then after Clive Joyce withdrew his hands, he stretched out his finger and dipped the water in the glass, and then put it in his mouth.

"Spicy!"