Arrodes's Answer

After a few seconds of silence, as if she understood something, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, a mischievous glint appearing in her light blue eyes, and she said with a smile:

"I think I told you before that I've already digested ' The Trickmaster '."

"Now that I'm an ' Astrologer,' of course I need to go to the Divination Club to process the Potion. Am I supposed to go back to the Circus Troupe?"

"Hehe, it's not impossible."

"It's just that the digestive efficiency is relatively low when playing Witch in Circus Troupe."

"..." Hugh kept his mouth shut, squinted his eyes, and stared at his friend without blinking, as if trying to find a trace of a joke on the other's face.

Three or four seconds later, she exhaled forcefully and asked hesitantly:

Are you serious?

Have you truly mastered the Trickmaster " and Advancement of " Astrologer "?

Fors gently raised her chin and hummed in agreement. She picked up a small bundle beside her, unwrapped it, and revealed a crystal ball used for divination.

"Look, I've even prepared it."

"..." Hugh pursed his lips, speechless, his expression quickly falling. "Hey, that's going too far..." Fors said unhappily.

"When you Advancement ' Sheriff ' before me, I didn't have this. We're friends, shouldn't you be happy for me?"

"That's not what I meant..." Hugh explained sheepishly, glancing at Albert lying nearby, and said with a sullen expression:

"You don't know, Albert just told me that he has completely digested the ' Sheriff ' Potion. I was just thinking that you'd be a little slower than me, wasn't I?"

As she spoke, her brows furrowed, and she asked suspiciously:

"That can't be right. Didn't you only become a ' Trickmaster ' in the middle of last month? How could you digest a Sequence 8 Potion in such a short time?"

How did you do that?

When asked the final question, she opened her eyes wide, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Uh, actually I can't really explain it..." Fors felt a little uneasy under her friend's intense gaze and chose to be honest:

He helped me digest it.

"Because there are certain commonalities between ' Swindler ' and ' Trickmaster,' he summarized the Acting Method for me and arranged opportunities for me to act out the roles."

"I followed his instructions the whole time, and somehow it all went wrong." "..." Xiu rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Something went wrong? I'd like to experience that kind of 'something gone wrong' too."

Seeing his friend's dejected face, Fors thought for a moment and hesitated before saying:

"How about I write him a letter and ask him if there's a shortcut to quickly digesting the ' Sheriff's ' Potion?"

Hugh's eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out to scratch his blond hair, saying:

"This... isn't that inappropriate?"

"I don't think I'm usually very enthusiastic towards that guy, cough, I don't think."

Upon hearing this, Fors couldn't help but roll her eyes at her friend:

"You know that too?"

"Then I'll be nicer to him from now on," Hugh said decisively.

Fors didn't reply, feeling a little strange.

She rolled her eyes subtly, coughed, and said, "I think it's fine. You're fine as you are."

"We're all friends, there's no need to be so formal." With that, she quickly changed the subject:

"However, let me make it clear beforehand that he might not actually have a solution."

"After all, while there are some similarities between a ' Swindler ' and a ' Trickmaster,' they represent two inherently opposing Pathway to becoming a ' Sheriff.'"

Hugh nodded, "Don't worry, I understand."

Fortunately, Hugh's biggest concern was still Advancement... Thinking of this, Fors secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled:

"Then I'll go write the letter now."

As she spoke, she got up and walked toward the Entryway, intending to check the mailboxes as well.

That way, if there are letters from teachers or friends in the writing industry, I can reply to them all at once and ask Hugh to mail them to the mailbox tomorrow.

"How come there's a letter from him?" Fors opened the mailbox and exclaimed in surprise.

There wasn't even an envelope; was it delivered directly by a "Messenger"? Was no one home at the time, so the "Messenger" simply stuffed the letter into the mailbox?

This "Messenger" was surprisingly polite... She casually let her imagination run wild, making sure there was nothing else, then turned and went back home, heading straight for her Bedroom.

In the Living Room, Albert suddenly looked up at Hugh on the Single Sofa and asked, "If Master has a solution, should we still go through with that request?"

"It's the one you mentioned with the good pay, monitoring Williams Street."

"What do you mean I said the compensation was generous? It was already very generous." Hugh retorted, somewhat annoyed, after being suddenly reminded of this.

"You've been doing quite a few jobs with me lately, so you should know how hard it is to earn a hundred pounds. Money doesn't come easily."

Seeing Albert about to speak, she said impatiently, "Don't bring up your master. He's an exception, don't you understand?"

After thinking for a moment, she made up her mind and said:

"Go!

"Anyway, this commission isn't troublesome. It just requires me to take some time each morning and afternoon to go over and check if there's anything unusual."

"Even if I digest the Potion, I can still find the time."

Albert and said nothing more.

Anyway, they had already made an appointment.

Hugh would share a portion of the reward with anyone who helped. Go to Bing search for the latest chapter!

This is a good thing.

Just then, Fors had just come out of the house, heard the word "abnormal situation" and, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, casually asked:

What kind of commission?

Hugh picked up the Sweet Iced Tea on the Tea Table, took a couple of sips, and explained simply:

"A strange commission."

"My employer asked me to go to a place called Williams Street twice a day, and if I found anything unusual, to contact the Client immediately."

"However, the pay is very high, a full one hundred pounds, so I plan to give it a try."

One hundred pounds as payment? Fors hesitated for a moment, trying to recall the details of that Tarot Club, and his expression couldn't help but become strange.

Mr. Moon, your commission is quite high... If I had known this, I should have taken the commission myself and then handed it over to Hugh for help...

At least I won't be that greedy... I'll at least give her 150 pounds... Thinking this, she sighed in frustration.

... at the same time.

A vast, boundless Gray Fog World.

Klein consulted a divination master and learned that it was safer to bring the Wireless Telegraph back to the Real World now, which reassured him before proceeding with the ceremony.

Before long, the sound of clattering began.

He sat up abruptly, walked to the Wireless Telegraph on the desk that was automatically spitting out imaginary white paper, and after a brief conversation, went straight to asking the question he was concerned about:

Where can I get Mystical Item that can Stealing other people's Beyonder Ability?

As soon as the words were spoken, the clicking sound suddenly intensified, and images appeared on the illusory white paper, so realistic they resembled movie stills.

Klein's gaze swept across the scene, then suddenly stopped on the first image:

She was a woman sitting lazily on Long Sofa, her head slightly tilted as if leaning against something. She had slightly curly brown hair and beautiful light blue eyes.