The Other Side of Fors

The "Messenger" lady looked down at the couple cuddling together on the Long Sofa, remained silent for a few seconds, then waved her hand, and things clattered onto the Tea Table table.

Lorry spoke up before she could:

Remember to pray.

The "Messenger" lady fell silent again upon hearing this, and added:

"Twice."

After saying that, she turned and returned to the Spirit World, disappearing from their sight.

twice?

Lorry frowned almost imperceptibly, then carefully reviewed the memories of the clone's synchronization, only to realize that the other party had attributed the clone summoning incident to her.

Seriously... can't you just have whoever summons you pray...? He thought to himself, slightly speechless, when he suddenly heard Fors ask with great interest:

"Is this the ' Earl's Coronet ' you mentioned, that level 1 Sealed Artifact?"

Curious, she took the black crown in her hand and examined it from all angles.

Lorry hummed in agreement and smiled nonchalantly, "You want to give it a try?"

Fors paused slightly upon hearing this, as if suddenly realizing something. A strange light flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it and asked:

"May I?

"But isn't this Demigod- level item? I'm still Sequence 7."

Lorry casually explained, "' Apprentice,' ' Marauder,' and ' Seer ' are the more Spirituality abundant Pathway, while Sequence 7 is barely acceptable."

"However, it can only be used once at most."

Once? Once is enough! Fors chuckled to himself, recalling their earlier conversation about the Sealed Artifact, and put it on his head.

Then, she looked at Lorry and quickly uttered a Hermes word:

"Bestowal!"

Noticing the writer's ill-intentioned gaze, Lorry suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly manipulated his thoughts to prepare to enter another Dimension for temporary refuge.

However, it was too late.

Oh no, she 'Bestowal me the "loss of fighting spirit" status? Oh well, whatever, she won't do anything to me anyway, there's no need to make a fuss... Thinking this, Lorry gradually gave up resisting.

As expected of Demigod- level Sealed Artifact... Fors, who had successfully launched a sneak attack, twitched his eyes slightly and displayed an unusually strong execution ability. He quickly jumped off the Long Sofa, his left foot, clad in a fluffy brown stocking, touching the ground, while his right foot landed on the edge of the Long Sofa. He looked down at Lorry, who was leaning against the back of the Sofa.

She stretched out her index finger and suddenly lifted Lorry's chin, her gaze playful:

"Finally, it's in my hands, isn't it?"

"Hmph, now I'll punish you and let you experience what I just felt!"

After saying that, she leaned down slightly, as if deliberately putting psychological pressure on Lorry, her smooth, white face gradually lowering.

Uh, punishment... shouldn't this be a reward...? Also, I remember you just said your mouth hurt... women...

To be honest, this feels kind of exciting...

After Fors put on the "Earl's Coronet," her current posture exuded an indescribable air of majesty, just like a true Earl...

Lorry, whose fighting spirit was already low, chose to completely give up and let the writer cup his face and kiss him fiercely.

Meanwhile, the two women were renting a place in an alley near their home. "Hugh, I feel like I've pretty much got my interrogation skills down. When can I try them out?" Albert asked in a low voice.

He's been spending a lot of time with Hugh lately.

At first, it was to help the other party accumulate Merit to exchange for the "Interrogator" Formula; now it's for the Bounty of the commission, and incidentally to consume the Potion.

--The "Interrogator" Potion he consumed contained both the "Arbiter" and "Sheriff" traits, which he needed to digest again.

In addition, they disguised themselves as Police Dog and observed Hugh interrogating prisoners to digest the "Interrogator" Potion, accumulating experience for future roles.

Of course, this was not because Albert had forgotten his roots or disregarded his master's orders; it was simply that the mistress had nowhere to go that needed protection.

The few times I go out each week, it's always to the safest West Borough in the west, and I only leave after lunch, returning before dusk.

They didn't give the danger a chance to come.

After interrogating more than a dozen suspects in the afternoon, Hugh walked along the road, looking exhausted and numb. Hearing his companion bring up the old story again, he said irritably:

How would I know?

"Ask your master, male or female, just don't ask me. I'm a poor wretch; I can't afford Sequence 6 level Mystical Item."

Seeing that his request was hopeless, Albert immediately retorted, "Look how proud you are..."

Hugh, whose Brain was in a semi-crash state, was stunned for several seconds before realizing what the big black dog meant, and then burst into laughter in exasperation:

"Fine, I'm proud, huh?"

You'd better not ask me for anything again!

"..." Albert was taken aback upon hearing this, and suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake. He immediately put on a show of changing his expression in front of the "Interrogator".

He wagged his tail and said with a fawning smile:

"Hugh, I'm a dog, people certainly won't hold a grudge against a dog, right?"

Hugh glanced down speechlessly at the shameless interrogation dog and snorted, "No, I'm petty. I'd hold a grudge even if a mosquito bit me."

Albert asked quietly:

"Do you remember that I'm basically handling most of the cases you've taken on?"

"..." Now it was Hugh's turn to be silent.

She abruptly raised her head, looked straight ahead, and coughed. "Alright, alright, we're even now. No one is allowed to mention this again."

"You continue digesting the Potion, and while you're at it, help me complete my quest; once I buy the Mystical Item you need, I'll help you with the role-playing issue."

Albert nodded in satisfaction:

"Okay, it's a deal."

The bickering between the man and his dog ended in a draw.

As they spoke, they walked out of the alley and arrived at the street where the rented house was located.

Albert wisely kept quiet and followed Hugh like a loyal pet dog, heading towards Desi Pie Shop on the street corner.

On the last stretch of the way home after shopping, when no one was around, Albert couldn't help but complain, "Do we have to eat Desi Pie every day?"

"Can't we eat something different? Don't you guys get tired of it?"

"This place is the closest, the food is pretty good, and you can buy more to eat the next morning, it's convenient to reheat," Hugh replied without hesitation.

My owner isn't here, and your diet isn't even as varied as it was when I was a stray dog... If all else fails, please at least give me some dog food...

Albert refrained from aloud his inner thoughts. -- He used to wander around Empress Borough, where kind noble ladies would often feed him, and he could sometimes find food at the back door of certain Villa during specific times.

It's fine if no one says anything.

Upon hearing this, Hugh suddenly realized he'd been eating a bit too much lately and changed his mind, saying, "How about this, let's come back early tomorrow and go to the West Borough to Fors."

"After she leaves the Divination Club, let's find a place to have a big meal."

When someone approached, Albert stopped speaking.

"Woof!"

Hugh stood at the door for about ten seconds, holding a hot Desi Pie, then took out his key, inserted it into the lock, turned the handle, and led the interrogation dog back home.

She kicked off her Leather Boots and put on slippers, calling out to her friend as she walked towards the Living Room. Just as she stepped out of the Entryway, she casually turned on the gas wall lamp.

Then, Hugh saw his friend wearing something that looked like a black crown, with one foot on the edge of the Sofa, pinning the guy down on the Sofa and kissing him.

Then, she saw her friend turn around and look at her in horror, then cover her face and scream, running towards the Bedroom without even putting on her slippers.

Stupid Fors, wouldn't it have been faster to use "Mirror Substitution" at this point...?

Ugh! What am I thinking... What's wrong with those two? Aren't there enough rooms? Why do they have to stay in the Living Room... and like that... It's so Awkwardness! Absolutely so Awkwardness!

Hugh suddenly realized what was happening and turned to run away as if his life depended on it.

Wait for me... Although Albert was a beat too slow and didn't see anything, seeing Hugh's reaction, he still turned his head and followed without hesitation.

His intuition told him that he couldn't go wrong by doing this.

Night fell.

A man and his dog sat silently on Public Bench not far from their rented apartment.

"I knew it!" Hugh suddenly clenched his fist and said.

Albert didn't really want to talk, but after his round eyes darted around a couple of times, he cautiously observed his surroundings and asked, trying to sound helpful, "What do you know?"

Xiu took a deep breath and sighed:

"The autobiographical novel ' My Life ' by the Great Writer Bairiya is not a lie; it has nothing to do with nationality. The literary circle is indeed very chaotic."

As she spoke, she glanced sideways at the big black dog, silently accusing him in her heart. "Goddess above, I never imagined those two would be like this in private..." Fors, Fors even wore a crown, uh... wasn't it a crown? Were they rehearsing a play?

"Honestly, you could at least make a little noise so I can hear you!"

This is the second time.

I don't know how to face them.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Xiu sighed softly:

"I'm planning to go to the Metropolitan Tenants Association, are you coming?"

Albert nodded his enormous head, looking worried, and asked, "Hugh, if my master doesn't intend to keep me any longer, would you be willing to adopt me?"

Xiu coughed upon hearing this, and revised his previous wording, saying:

I plan to go to the Metropolitan Tenants Association.

"Goodbye."

Meanwhile, inside the apartment rented by the two women, in the Living Room, Sofa area.

Lorry leaned back lazily on the Sofa, savoring the unique experience he had just had. His eyes flashed with longing and reluctance, and he didn't want to move a single finger.

He remained in this state for quite a while before he straightened his back, his body and mind jolted.

"The power of Demigod is truly terrifying... In that state, even if someone wanted to kill me, I probably wouldn't have the slightest thought of resisting..."

"At most, they would choose to run away, or even have the thought of running away..." Having personally experienced the power of "Bestowal," Lorry couldn't help but sigh.

He glanced back at Fors ' Bedroom and saw that the door was closed and there was no movement inside, so he guessed that Fors was unlikely to come out anytime soon.

Thinking this, he turned his head back and focused his gaze on the Tea Table in front of him.

This is all the spoils of the Southern Continent clone.