Compensation?

Lynch pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt something was off. Although Bersha was a bit unreliable after shedding her disguise, it was impossible for her to actually treat him to such a nice restaurant.

He felt a pang of heartache yesterday when he used the money he won from playing cards to eat, let alone Bersha, who was even poorer than him and valued money even more.

That's unbelievable.

He suspected it was still his own problem. Sitting in the carriage, he picked up a coin, thinking to himself, "Bersha must have been influenced by extraordinary factors." Then he tossed the coin into the air.

He didn't need to look; he knew it was face up.

"Bersha was influenced by me!"

He repeated the phrase three times to himself, then tossed the coin again, and it landed heads up once more.

He did indeed influence Bersha without her realizing it, but the question is, how did he do it?

He didn't feel that anything was wrong; he had been very careful these past few days, afraid that he might have been influenced by someone else.

So every half hour, he needs to "Spirituality disinfect" the clock face. He is certain that he has not been affected and has not done anything that would cause problems for others, but now he has unknowingly affected Bersha.

"What's on your mind?"

Bersha suddenly leaned closer and asked.

She seemed somewhat dazed, her gaze lingering on Lynch's lips and drawing ever closer.

Then she placed her hand on Lynch's hand and squeezed it harder, causing Lynch's eye to twitch.

Although he didn't know what was going on, it was definitely related to the two Pathway he was currently imitating.

He immediately removed the Sleepless and the next Pathway to occupy the land.

The effect was very quick. As soon as Lynch removed it, Bersha withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, and then sat down in the corner with her face very red.

"Cough, are you alright? You might have been affected by my extraordinary item just now. One of the negative effects of the Creeping Hunger' is attracting girls' attention. I'll take it off."

Lynch quickly blamed the problem on the Creeping Hunger.

Since the Goddess has already acknowledged that it was a gift from her, Lynch is willing to speak his mind about any problems, and he can always find an explanation.

The Goddess didn't say that this Creeping Hunger would attract women's attention because she didn't consider it a negative effect, and it wouldn't matter if others had doubts.

Moreover, Lynch believed that no one in the Nighthawks team would suspect him. After all, he was a favorite of the Goddess, and even the Goddess hadn't said he had any problems, so why would anyone else?

"Oh? Is that so? Oh, I thought—"

Bersha stopped talking. She thought she had been blinded by lust. She hadn't seen someone as handsome as Lynch in a long time, and her lust had gotten the better of her, leading her to do something like this.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a side effect of Creeping Hunger.

Actually, she felt that this side effect was probably just an amplification of her thoughts. When she got into the carriage and saw Lynch deep in thought, she did think he was extremely handsome. After fantasizing for a moment, she started to take action.

Etc!

"You've affected me, can you make it up to me? I'm a girl, and I'm quite shy and embarrassed!"

Lynch:----

No, I never would have guessed that this woman was that kind of person!

And the way this guy begs for money looks just like Klein. Is it possible that all the poor people are assigned to his side?

"I have no money! This was a gift from the Goddess. If you want compensation, pray to the Goddess yourself, and if she gives it to you, so be it."

Lynch grinned. The reason he blamed the side effects on the Creeping Hunger was precisely so that if this happened again, he wouldn't have to pay a single penny.

"You're so stingy!"

Bersha turned her head away unhappily; she had thought she could make a fortune!

Lynch pretended not to hear; he was communicating with the Stone of Myriad Phenomena to help him understand the reason why he had become this way.

The reason was fairly simple, Lynch figured it out in about five minutes.

The Poet and the Clown have Pathway merged, amplifying the thoughts of those around him and influencing others with his own emotions. Perhaps he was so narcissistic just now that he influenced Bersha to like him too.

Lynch sighed softly.

It seems that the Integrator Pathway requires constant attention, as the two Pathway he imitates not only merge on their own initiative but also spontaneously.

He felt nothing during the spontaneous fusion.

Click!

Realizing this, Lynch felt that he had digested another portion of the Integrator Potion.

This is a really troublesome Pathway; the Stone of Myriad Phenomena is a huge rip-off.

He grumbled, deciding that every time the watch on his wrist rang, he not only needed to reassure his Spirituality that he wasn't being swayed by other people's emotions, but also that his two Pathway weren't merging.

He certainly didn't want to find out that all three ladies in the Nighthawks team had suddenly fallen in love with him.

He'll definitely be killed by the captain then.

"Arrive!"

Just as Lynch was wondering how Dunn would kill him, the coachman shouted loudly.

Lynch quickly jumped off the carriage and was about to reach out to help Bersha when he saw the coachman's sympathetic gaze.

"I have a friend who had the same problem. After using the medication, his performance improved significantly, and he became more stamina-boosting. A man who doesn't make a woman moan isn't a good man!"

The coachman stood next to Lynch and whispered.

Lynch:----

I really hate these guys with their heads full of nonsense!

This guy was driving the carriage outside and eavesdropping on what was happening inside; he really lacked professional ethics.

"What medicine is your friend using? Tell me the name. It's not that I want to use it, but a friend of mine wants to know, since he might need it in the future!"

Lynch grinned as he got the name of the medicine, determined to memorize it, though he didn't know if he might ever need it.

Bah, he bought it to tell Dunn, Dunn doesn't seem to be doing so well.

"What were you talking about over there? It felt really weird."

Bersha looked at Lynch with a suspicious expression and asked.

Lynch pretended not to hear; he wouldn't explain these things, as they were a long-time member's private matter!

"Let's go. That must be Officer Kloster, who was supposed to be our contact, right? He's been standing there for a while; we'd better be polite and go over there."

Lynch laughed.

He quickened his pace and grasped Officer Kloster's hand.

Hopefully we're not too late.

Officer Kloster, a seemingly shrewd officer, smiled generously upon hearing Lynch's words.

"It's not too late, and I haven't been here long either. Did this lady come with you?"

For convenience, Lynch wore an inspector's uniform, while Bersha insisted that the family should look like Seer and wore her long robe.

Therefore, Officer Kloster was somewhat bewildered, not understanding why this was necessary during the investigation.

"She's a special member. Our Seventh Group hires these kinds of special talents, which is why she can come and confirm things when you have doubts."

Lynch explained.

Kloster looked enlightened.

He quickly greeted Bersha and handed each of Lynch and the others a mask.

"Come on, you two. This corpse might be a bit unsettling for you. You'd better wear masks, and it would be even better if you hadn't eaten yet, as I think you might waste some of your meal money."