When the Courier is summoned, there are no cool light effects, and there is no classic line of "Are you my Masta?"

It simply came out of the spirit world, and if I had to say it, it was similar to Sadako crawling out of the TV.

Douglas let out a "uh", and for a moment it was hard to describe what the messenger looked like. The front half of it resembles a large dragonfly, the second half looks like a large goldfish, in short, it has the characteristics of both insects and fishes, the huge pale eye bubbles are densely packed compound eyes, and there is no physical link between the three body segments, so it floats out of thin air, the head has pincer-like mouthparts, the chest and abdomen have six thin legs and translucent flakes that look like fins and wings, and the tail is a real fish tail, which must be delicious when stewed into a hot pot.

It's hard to summarize what looks like this, whether it's beautiful or ugly.

It can only be said that it is quite abstract.

I wonder if "good-looking" can be put into a summoning spell as a qualifier...... Douglas silently made up his mind that his messenger must look better than this "high map", if nothing else.

It's okay during the day, but if you summon such a thing in the middle of the night, it's like a toad jumping on its feet, and it's disgusting if it doesn't bite.

The messenger, who had the audacity to call the "High Map", swam gracefully and ghostly in the air, and hundreds of compound eyes reflected Douglas's expression of speechlessness, patiently waiting for the summoner to give it a letter or something.

Remembering the rule that you can't look at spirit creatures for too long, Douglas immediately handed over the text message he had written: "For Vanna." ”

The messenger leaned his head over, and the two mouthparts clicked together, gripping the letter.

Then its pale gold and pale red tail swung vigorously, and the whole fish ...... No, the whole messenger "jumped" back into the spirit realm with a back-jumping jump.

There was another breeze on the altar, and the candle flames, dyed green, gradually returned to their normal orange red.

Call...... Satisfying his curiosity, Douglas waved his hand to dispel the walls of spirituality and began to do his own thing. For example, clean the room, maintain the left wheel, go to the toilet or something.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he unbuttoned his pants, he suddenly shivered, only to feel a gust of wind blowing on his face, and when he looked up, he saw the "Gao 〇 Map" silently emerging from the air, with a reply letter in his mouthparts.

It seems that the tantric society is really not busy in normal times, how can it reply to messages in seconds...... Pretending to be calm, he lifted his pants and wiped his hands, and Douglas took the reply and read it.

Shin Rivana did not talk nonsense, and directly admitted that there were seals in the tantric order that changed their appearance, and even had corresponding extraordinary properties. If Douglas has a craftsman who knows him, he can directly buy extraordinary properties to order, and the advantage is that he can choose the shape and even negative effects of the seal according to his own situation, making it more hidden or matching with other seals.

Of course, you can also entrust Vanna to order, and there is no shortage of craftsmen in Intis, where the steam church is located.

It's just that the price is enough for Douglas to dismiss this idea.

"The extraordinary properties alone cost about 3,000 pounds, and the remuneration and intermediary fees of the craftsmen can probably reach 4,000 pounds......" he read out the line with a sore tooth, and found that he could probably only afford to sell the "wriggling hunger".

Two low-order formulas like "Audience" and "Psychiatrist" add up to a value of around £800, which is still the case where potions recipes come with some premiums.

What is even more exaggerated than the formula premium is the seal that is practical enough and has combat effectiveness.

Douglas, who originally thought that a few hundred pounds was already a "huge amount of money", now found that he was in an extraordinary world, that is, a "poor household".

Fortunately, Vanna did not overestimate his financial resources too much, and thoughtfully gave a "flat replacement" - that is, an extraordinary item with a shelf life.

These otherworldly items don't really have extraordinary properties, and can be crafted through rituals and other methods, with no negative effects and a cheap price.

The defect is that the ability is relatively simple and has a service life.

But for Douglas, none of this was a problem. Well, the main thing is that there is really no money in your pocket.

And while he was reading the letter, the "High 〇 Map" simply did not leave, and floated around Douglas like a rubber duck in a bathtub, occasionally leisurely passing through the wall to go around the next door.

"You...... You can't wait for my reply, right? Seeing the messenger's actions, Douglas accosted him with the intention of giving it a try.

The huge head of the "Gao 〇 map" twisted and nodded up and down, as if he understood his words.

Smarter than I thought...... Douglas didn't keep it waiting, wrote a reply at once, and soon waited for the messenger to return.

This time, the messenger's mouthparts are no longer letters, but a small box. After dropping the box, the messenger did not stay any longer, and returned directly to the spirit realm.

Opening the box, Douglas took out a glass jar of dusty gooey stuff.

In the letter, Vanna referred to it as "Sculpting Clay".

The specific usage is to cover this pot of clay on the skin, and use the spirit to guide it to shape the desired appearance, and when it is solidified, whether it is observed with the naked eye or stroked with the hands, it is impossible to distinguish the difference between it and real skin, and even the body surface hair, including hair, can be simulated.

After removing the clay and using it the next time, it will automatically adjust to the last time it was used.

The shortcomings of "plastic clay" are, firstly, that it cannot change the characteristics such as height and weight, and secondly, it needs to be maintained, and it usually needs to be soaked in special essential oils to have the function of remembering appearance, otherwise you have to pinch your face again every time.

"It's okay, refining essential oils or something is a compulsory course......

This requirement is not at all a problem for extraordinary people from the Church of Mother Earth God.

Knowing that you get what you pay for, Douglas didn't dislike the dusty clay, unscrewed the lid, and first smeared it on the back of his hand for a moment.

Ordinary rubbing on the skin can only feel a burst of coldness, and when Douglas tries to drive the spirit, there is a faint tingling sensation on the back of his hand, and the wriggling of the clay can be seen with the naked eye, as if they suddenly have life, desperately digging the rhizome into his skin like a plant.

After a few moments, about half of the clay was absorbed into the pores, covering the skin in a thin layer, which, according to Douglas, became the loose skin of a wrinkled, dull-skinned old man, and the texture was quite real to the touch.

It's easier to remove, let it back to its original shape, and uncover it from the edges.

After mastering the usage, Douglas found a vanity mirror and began to try to pinch his face.

In a moment, a softly contoured female face that seemed to have elven blood was reflected in the makeup mirror.

This is the face when he was still called "Jing Wenying".

Douglas stared deeply into the mirror, and after a long time, he reached out and rubbed the tip of his nose as if embarrassed, and said to himself: "An elf woman with a height of one meter eight...... Sure enough, it's still too conspicuous. ”

In order to distinguish himself from the identity of "Douglas", he specially pinched out exaggerated short silver hair and eyes of the same color, and the details such as eye shape were also adjusted to create a rather sharp and handsome, extremely aggressive face.

We are chong everyone in the country has white hair control, and it is quite reasonable to pinch such a face!

As for how many red angels and silver angels are referenced in it, Douglas does not say.

After all, if you count on his half-face blind to play freely, this face will also be eye-catching, and it will be eye-catching.

With such a face, he tried to make a few expressions, but he felt that the whole person's painting style was wrong.

"It's not enough to just pinch your face," frowned a little distressedly, Douglas realized that it was not so easy to disguise a new persona, and his words and deeds, temperament, and manners all needed to be changed and disguised.

A handsome person who has grown up since childhood, whether it is recognizing the world or being recognized by the world, the process is definitely different from that of ordinary passers-by.

At the end of the day, it depends on the acting...... He muttered and closed his eyes, and instead of embarrassing himself to hit the Oscar statuette, he changed his mind, regained the immersion of playing games in his previous life, and pretended that he was a manipulated character in an RPG game, who only needed to complete the task list one by one, only need to think according to the established procedure, and did not need to invest in emotions.

Combined with some meditation techniques, Douglas gradually calmed down, and felt a mystical soul-like experience, as if he were just a spectator, watching his body's every move from a bird's-eye perspective.

When he looked at the mirror again, there was no superfluous expression on his face, and the whole person was wrapped in a silent and depressing atmosphere, and his mind was unusually calm.

Getting up and leaving the table, Douglas went to the only window in the room, looked out through the glass, and swept his gaze over the "Sodrrack Palace" that was blurred in the mist, the many Gothic buildings and clock towers, the gray and white houses in the vicinity, and the hurried, tired, or indifferent pedestrians on the streets, trying to see these vivid things as false, as a real dream, in order to maintain a sense of detachment on the mental level.

In such a state, Douglas can suppress his original personality to the greatest extent, just like brushing experience, favorability, and props again and again in the game, and only make the most beneficial choices.

Immediately, he realized something and said in a low voice: "Perhaps, I was expecting in my heart that all this was just a game, just an illusion, just a dream......

As soon as this thought came to mind, it shattered the withdrawal experience that Douglas had worked so hard to maintain, and his whole body shuddered violently, and he suddenly came to his senses.

At the same time, the eerie whisper of the second potion echoed in his mind again. Douglas bent down, his hands on the window edge, and a sharp gasp of "ho-ho" came out of his throat.

The corners of his forehead were throbbing, and his cheeks were congested and red, and it took a long time for them to gradually improve, leaving only beads of sweat to keep sliding down.

The heart was pounding, and the first thing Douglas did after he calmed down was to remove his disguise, and the second thing was to break the vanity mirror, grab a piece of broken glass and hold it firmly in the palm of his hand, feeling the deep pain of his skin being cut and punctured, and blood pumping.

Nothing is false here.

Dragged his other hand across the chair and sat down, leaning against the back of the chair with no strength, Douglas couldn't help but smile wryly as he looked at the half of his palm, which was stained red with blood, and at the dark marks of the blood beads that were dripping from the floor.

"So you can get out of control? What a fragility the spirit of the extraordinary!

Well, such a detachment is tantamount to giving up the self, giving up the personality, and the autosuggestion brought about by the change of appearance is also normal, causing mental fluctuations......

"Hehe, there must be a second potion of 'credit' in it.

“…… Can't escape or waver, it's easier said than done......"

While summing up his experience, he slowly released his bleeding palm, pulled the broken glass out of the flesh and threw it away, and quickly and skillfully debrided himself and stopped the bleeding.

The wound may be conspicuous, but it can be easily disguised by the ability to manipulate flesh with "wriggling hunger".

This attempt was a bit reckless, but it was not a failure, at least it gave Douglas some novel experience in building a character and a better grasp of the scale of the role.

When the hidden dangers caused by this runaway tendency are completely eliminated, you can use a fake identity to establish contact with the Aurora Society...... Carefully cleaning up the blood stains and other traces in the room, Douglas stuffed the bottle containing "Sculpting Clay" into his pocket, and according to the original plan, he showed his face in the East District and the dock area, collected the information needed for the mission, and by the way, found an extraordinary party to sell the potion formula, and gave half of the money in exchange to Vanna as a reward for "Sculpting Clay".

Two days passed in this way, and in the early morning of Tuesday, Douglas, who had just left the house to get ready to ride the public carriage, said that it was also a coincidence that he met Melissa, who had also just left the house. Miss Moretti.

Because they are neighbors, as early as the weekend at the banquet organized by Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, the two had communicated about this mission and reached a certain tacit understanding.

For example, Miss Moretti's dress today is completely detached from the brightness and decoration that middle-class women often have on the street, but is a style with simple colors, simple cuts, and easy to move, and even the cross-body backpack is an ordinary rucksack.

Douglas reminded the other party that after all, he was going to the East End, and his clothes were too bright, which could easily cause unnecessary trouble.

To his surprise, Mademoiselle Moretti did not seem to rule out such a "cheap" outfit, and the suit was very snug in the face of real wear and tear, as if it had been bought or borrowed temporarily.

Of course, out of social etiquette, he just glanced at it roughly and briefly complimented him according to Rune's custom, and his gaze did not linger on the other party for too long.

Melissa, on the other hand, was intrigued by Douglas's identity, half joking, half exploratory: "Although I know that you serve in the church, I never thought that I would be so close to the truly extraordinary world. ”

Without having to follow the rules of secrecy, Douglas didn't mind talking to people about it: "I just didn't expect that Miss Moretti had also embarked on an extraordinary path, and that it was still a path that belonged to the god of steam. ”

"Praise the Goddess." Habitually pointing out the stars on her chest, Melissa explained a little to herself, "The teachings of the goddess encourage us to get out of the house and choose the way we like to live, so I chose the machine and the path that will help me achieve more. I don't think the goddess will blame me for that. ”

When she laughed, there was a shallow swirl on her cheeks, which intuitively revealed the vitality of youth.

"I think so." Speaking of the Goddess of the Night, although he had mixed feelings because he knew too many things that he shouldn't know, Douglas couldn't deny that the teachings of the Church of the Night were the most enlightened in horizontal comparison, "With you as an example, Veretti has been much more active in learning recently. ”

At the mention of the little girl, the smile on Melissa's lips unconsciously deepened. The proximity of age has narrowed the distance between them, and after knowing that Glass came out of the East End with Veretti, Melissa, who had helped in the "Rune Charity Education Foundation" and had seen many hardships, sincerely blessed Veretti, who was a few years younger than herself, and was willing to provide some help to the other party as much as she could, such as how to choose a university, how to apply for exam qualifications, how to ask a tutor to help issue a letter of introduction, etc.

This is territory that Veretti and Douglas have never touched. Of course, Douglas also has Antonia, who works at the university, to ask, but Melissa's help, he also sees it in his eyes and remembers it in his heart.

Just like parents like their children to be friends with the top students in the class, Veretti and Melissa are in a relationship, he is simply a hundred hearts...... Well, maybe not so much, Melissa is still an extraordinary person after all.

Douglas, who had just experienced the imminent loss of control not long ago, could only treat himself and Melissa as "dangerous" in this regard.

After a few words on the subject, they both heard the sound of the carriage running over the uneven road from the side of the road, and heard the sound of the coachman waving his whip in the air. Soon, a four-wheeled carriage stopped not far away.

The door of the car immediately opened outward, and a young man dressed in a black suit, dressed very gentlemanly, took off his top hat and jumped out of the car with a reserved smile on his face, and walked briskly.

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

This young man with slightly curly brown hair, deep blue eyes, and good looks greeted him very politely and officially.

Douglas could see that this greeting was obviously for himself, because when the young man turned to Melissa in the next second, his expression was much more eager and sincere: "Ah, Melissa, your beauty is like the sun today, its light and temperature cannot be blocked by foreign objects." ”

With that, Douglas couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Indeed, it was a rare sunny day in Beckland, with only a layer of mist floating high in the air, the kind of weather that the Bloods were most tired of.

However, in the face of this compliment, Melissa had a little helplessness in her eyes, and after she nodded slightly, she introduced Douglas and the young man in a sweet voice as an intermediary: "Mr. Douglas, this is my senior brother, Yuval. After studying at a university in Intis, Steadler returned to Japan to study the development of materials for the shipbuilding industry in the Makai region. This time, I took advantage of my vacation time to come back and assist in the research project. ”

Ouch, returnees...... Douglas put on a social smile and briefly introduced himself.

Yuval quipped Melissa, "I thought our relationship was at least a 'friend.'" Melissa, don't be like the rest of your classmates and alienate me because my uncle is your mentor. ”

Melissa was silent for a moment before she sighed, "Well, if we were friends, Yuval, I remember telling you that you should dress more plainly and low-key today. ”

"I know what you're worried about." Intentionally or unintentionally, Yuval ignored the condemnation in her words, and said confidently, "Don't worry, as long as you follow me, I won't let those street scoundrels have a chance to be rude to you." ”

Douglas listened, and the smile on his face was real.

It has to be said that he smelled the gossip.

Young man, you must be glad that I am not a hunter, otherwise I would have called Mr. Benson out and asked my brother if he agreed with this business......