Fully Automatic Unboxing Machine

Chapter 38 All-Automatic Unboxing Machine Iver had to admit that he had slightly underestimated "Lu Lu."

...His temporary teammate didn't seem as useless as he thought.

After taking a slight breath, the "Anne Alexander" by the window emitted a crystal-clear, ethereal voice.

Even though it was still morning and the Sun had just risen.

But her singing immediately reminded Iver of the summer evening breeze blowing through the window, gently caressing wind chimes. Carefree peace filled his heart, and the anxiety he hadn't yet expressed was powerfully soothed.

It was like sprinkling clear water, extinguishing a bonfire.

Iver slowly closed his eyes, gradually relaxing his mind...

"—Okay, Mr. Fox."

Lu Lu's voice came, causing Iver, who had been maintaining a slight vigilance and listening at the door, to instantly open his eyes.

"Yes. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's nothing, it was easy. Even if I ran while holding him, he definitely won't wake up for the next two hours."

The beautiful woman with white-gold hair had a confident glint in her eyes, as she said in a serious manner, "As long as he isn't directly hit by a gun, he definitely won't wake up even if he falls on the ground."

...Are you trying to get me to praise you? You're such a child.

Miss Lu Lu must be young.

Iver thought to himself.

He nodded slightly, praising, "Well done, Lu Lu. Thanks to you—it's very inconvenient for us to be with a child in a conscious state. Little Iver didn't hear our conversation while he was asleep. After he woke up, we've been whispering...but we can't always communicate like this outside.

"Even a child, if the doubts in his heart slowly accumulate, may eventually point out the flaws in our act—and once we are recognized, we may be directly judged as failures."

Iver said steadily.

The expression on his face didn't change at all, still that sense of calm confidence.

But in his heart, Iver couldn't help but sweat for himself.

—Just a little bit more, and Iver would have fallen asleep.

Even with his deliberate relaxation...but the effect of Lu Lu's song was so good that it surprised him a little.

Her singing was extremely clear and transparent, with a crystal-like ethereal quality. Even when emitted from "Anne's" body, it didn't diminish much.

...Such good fundamentals? Are you really an Avalon person? Thinking of this, Iver's heart suddenly stirred.

In Avalon, a young girl who has mastered the Path of Beauty...

—Could "Lu Lu" be Princess Isabel?

He remembered that Isabel possessed the Path of Beauty, and its strength was not low. After the "Cruel Autumn" event in the Game, she was the one who accompanied Iver and the player character in their escape to the Eternal Theocracy, and could be considered a member of the main cast.

However, whether she was that princess or not didn't really affect Iver's plan.

Rather, if she really was...Iver might be even more spirited when teasing her.

—This is simple.

Let me test her a little.

"...What an amazing singing voice," Iver said with a sincere smile, genuinely praising, "Even if you hadn't become a transcendent, you would surely have become a famous opera singer on the continent."

"Really!"

Lu Lu's eyes suddenly lit up, revealing the pure and happy smile she had when praised by someone she respected: "Compared to painting and sculpture, I actually prefer singing and dancing..."

"Speaking of which," Iver said as if he had remembered something, "The name 'Lu Lu'... is it taken from the opera Lulu's Magic Flute?"

"Mr. Fox has heard of it too?"

Lu Lu said happily.

"That's an amazing opera."

Iver affirmed, praising from the bottom of his heart.

It was indeed amazing—this opera contained a full four spells from the Path of Beauty, which only transcendents with a certain level of artistic achievement could perceive and comprehend.

—In fact, two of them were essential skills for the level 30 advanced class "Pied Piper" and the level 50 advanced class "Queen of the Night" respectively.

"Right, right!"

Lu Lu said happily, her eyes shining and radiant: "When I was very young... my grandma took me to see this opera, and I could sing it after only hearing it once. Especially that part, Pa, pa, pa, Papagena!"

"Oh, I know," Iver nodded, "The part where Papageno and Papagena dance, right?"

—Don't be fooled by Iver's fluent response, he had actually never seen it.

But his screenwriter buddy had told him that the opera Lulu's Magic Flute was based on Mozart's opera The Magic Flute on Earth, with basically the same content and melody.

And in this world, its creator was not Mozart, but a fairy named "Lu Lu".

Fairies are a kind of childlike, winged, weak Phantom Demon. Just as demons are usually of the dark attribute, fairies are usually of the wind attribute.

Iver had seen The Magic Flute. Of course, he also knew some of the scenes... Although he certainly couldn't sing it, he could still fake it a little.

"Mr. Fox is so amazing, I thought this opera was unpopular in Avalon!"

Lu Lu forgot about the advancement ceremony for a moment, only feeling the excitement of finding a confidant and someone who recognized her.

She sang two lines impromptu: "[Will you always belong to me? Will I always belong to you! Now you are my wife, now you are my true lover...]"

Iver immediately felt a sense of joy surge into his heart. A light power poured into his heart along with the music, and he even felt that his steps were lighter and his body became more balanced—he was even confident that he could jump from the third floor without hurting himself.

This was the Path of Beauty's [Lively Tune] ability. It could apply buffs equivalent to 1% to 300% of the "Haste" and "Balance" spells to teammates within range.

The buffs provided in this way only had one-third of the effect at the beginning, and then became stronger as she sang.

Lu Lu's strength was probably around 10% to 15%, which meant that her singing could provide everyone with nearly 50% continuous buffs from both spells. Most importantly, this was an ability—which meant it didn't consume mana.

—Okay, this strength is already very good.

Iver was completely sure that this was probably Princess Isabel.

An ordinary "All-rounder" couldn't accumulate such a strong foundation. Being an all-rounder usually meant being mediocre—

But she was truly an all-rounder.

With her talent and foundation, she might be able to keep up with Iver's advancement speed.

The only problem is that the little girl isn't wary enough.

He didn't even set up any traps or deliberately lower her guard; he just casually asked a question, and she blurted everything out.

She's practically a walking, talking, fully automatic doxxing machine.

...Hopefully, before the next time I meet the Queen in the Dream Realm, her tutor will train her acting skills properly.

If you keep this up, I'll feel bad about tricking you.

Iver never bullies children.

He held out his hand and pressed down slightly, like a conductor signaling the orchestra to quiet down.

She immediately stopped chanting and became quiet.

"Are you still nervous?"

Iver gave a friendly smile, "Do you feel better?"

"...Yes, thank you!" Lu Lu suddenly realized.

So Mr. Fox thought I was too nervous, so he deliberately chatted to relieve my psychological pressure!

"—Don't call me 'you'."

Iver emphasized, "Julio Alexander, you are Anne. In public, you can call me Julio... or you can call me dear."

"...I'll still call you Julio."

Lu Lu said softly.

Speaking of which, she suddenly realized something: "Wait, aren't we going to find Bishop Mathers?"

"Well, we're not going."

"Huh... w-why? I know him, he's very strong... He's the royal family's tomb keeper, he can definitely protect us."

"I believe what you say—since you said so, he must be strong, strong enough to protect us."

Iver first affirmed Lu Lu's words, then changed the subject: "So, did you bring the letter?"

"...What letter?" Lu Lu said a little uncertainly.

In that instant, she felt like she had done something wrong, said something stupid, or lost something important...

"I'm talking about the original threatening letter."

"No..."

"Yes, neither do I. So we don't know what that person wrote in the letter. At the same time, I don't know Bishop Mathers, so it's hard to play his student well."

But I actually have a way to make him protect us...

Lu Lu thought, but swallowed the words back.

She was still somewhat wary—saying that would be the same as exposing her real identity!

Iver narrowed his eyes like a fox and said slowly, "You should also have a 'leave the cathedral' task, right?"

"Yes. To make me leave the cathedral on my own and go to Legal Square." Lu Lu responded immediately.

"How many points?"

"100 points."

"Very low. Me too."

Iver commented, "The higher the difficulty, the more challenging the task, the higher the score. Since Bishop Mathers is so powerful, why would actively leaving the cathedral he protects and going to a dangerous place give so few points?"

"...Because he can't provide us with protection?"

Lu Lu held the child, her eyes widened as if she had an unbelievable feeling of being betrayed by an acquaintance: "How could this be..."

"It's not necessarily a refusal to provide protection, it's also possible that he's not even there. Or there may be some sudden situation that requires us to leave early."

Iver said leisurely, "In that case, if we are kicked out onto the street empty-handed... I'm afraid the situation will become even worse.

"Look, none of these tasks are deliberately trying to kill us, right? That means these tasks are beneficial to us in achieving our ultimate goal."

"...'Once and for all'? Or 'live longer'?"

Lu Lu hesitated: "But you... you are on the Dedication Path, and I am on the Path of Beauty. Neither of us has any combat power."

Iver's heart stirred.

She doesn't have the "Beginning of Everything" task?

"So, we have to leave the cathedral early instead."

Iver leaned against the door, explaining his plan: "To prepare weapons."

In his plan, there is no need to hide anything from her - "Lu Lu" will not become his weapon and consumable, and explaining it in advance will not make her wary; she will not talk to others alone, so there is no need to worry about leaks.

In this case, Iver needs to make things clear and explain them clearly. He needs to gain the other party's trust, make them believe in his plan, and understand his purpose.

In this way, she may be able to fully and positively execute Iver's plan, without suddenly adding some "own ideas."

Iver knows how to bring newcomers.

"Weapons... guns?"

Lu Lu was a little worried: "Do you know where to find guns? If it really doesn't work... I might have a way, maybe I can find a very powerful weapon. But after all, it's fourteen years ago, and I'm not sure if it's still there now..."

"Of course I know."

Iver replied calmly, "Near Legal Square is the Pelican Bar."

"...Ah, I know!"

Lu Lu blurted out: "It's Mr. Iver's news! He... eh? Iver?"

She froze for a moment, picked up the boy in her arms and carefully examined him in front of her eyes.

"You guessed right, he is that 'Iver'. 'Our couple' has obviously died in the original Historical, so he now has the surname Moriarty."

Iver replied lazily, "Rather, you finally discovered this."

"But you didn't understand my plan. I said I was going to the Pelican Bar to prepare weapons—but I didn't say I was going to buy guns."

"...Extraordinary items?"

Lu Lu asked cautiously, "Do you... have connections at the Pelican Bar too?"

"No."

Iver closed his eyes and answered softly, "The weapon I'm preparing is called Sherlock Holmes. You're right, both of our Paths are supportive, so even if we get weapons, it won't really change much. What we really need is to find combat-capable partners.

"I believe that even if we haven't communicated or made any agreements beforehand... Sherlock will definitely come to the Pelican Bar to meet us.

"—To be precise, to meet me and Knight."

Another six thousand-plus word update, please follow the reading~ Leave a message for typos, I will correct them when I wake up! By the way, on the day I was banned, I wrote Serpent Father as the second Constant Self in the ritual. As a result, when I woke up at three in the afternoon, I opened my eyes and saw that there were more than two hundred error corrections in that paragraph. It took me five minutes to scroll to the end in the background, scared me to death