Soon, Abner looked up, his face conflicted. "Miss Closia... are you serious?"
He hadn't even read the Script itself. Just a glance at her revised character profile had turned up several lines of dialogue so melodramatic and embarrassing they were off the charts...
"A little exaggeration makes the character easier to remember," Closia said with a smile.
So you do know those lines are exaggerated! Abner grumbled inwardly. He quickly flipped through the rest of the Script, then breathed a small sigh of relief.
The plot was clichéd and melodramatic, but at least nothing in it crossed his bottom line...
As for the characterization... the dialogue was embarrassing, sure, but he could live with that...
After all, what did Doctor Strange making a fool of himself have to do with Abner?
Even if Klein knows Doctor Strange is Abner, I still have Liu Bo as another identity, don't I?
After talking himself into it, Abner picked up the suitcase and poured his spirituality into it.
He had long since realized it wasn't a real suitcase, but an alchemical creature in disguise.
Sure enough, as his spirituality flowed into it, the suitcase rapidly transformed into a red cloak.
As if it had just woken up, it stretched, circled Abner a few times, then pounced onto him. It adjusted itself and settled over his shoulders.
A blue robe appeared over Abner's clothes. It was a little darker than what he had been wearing, but lighter and more comfortable, with decent defensive capabilities.
Abner activated the Pure White Eye and communicated with the spirit inside the cloak. It responded warmly, and he formally established a Contract with it.
Watching all this, Closia said in surprise, "You seem quite familiar with it... You don't need me to explain a thing."
"I'm a Polymath. I