That's what Dean thought and planned.
But there are some places in the world that are easy to come to but difficult to leave.
After being held back several times, he deeply realized the correctness of this sentence.
To put it bluntly, it's a little too profound.
"Good morning, future boss! Didn't you say you were going back to Area 13? When will you leave?"
Looking at Dean sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating, Alpha leaned over and deliberately poked the man's lung tube.
Dean raised his heavy eyelids and glanced at him coldly. His eyes were violent and full of threats. Even if he was good at dancing on the tip of a knife like Alpha, a feeling arose in his heart that it was better not to do anything. Dead intuition.
Silently suppressing the thought of plucking the hair from the tiger's butt, Alpha sat on the sofa opposite, picked up the newspaper, and silently lowered his sense of presence.
In fact, it's no wonder that Dean is in a bad mood. It's been two days since he finished handling everything.
In other words, they have been stranded in Area 3 for two days, and it's not like they can't leave. The amazing thing is... every time the two of them prepare to go out, they encounter various unexpected events.
When a large number of accidents come together, it is no longer an accident.
As for who was targeting him, Dean could answer that question with his big toe.
Looking at Alpha who was holding a newspaper high to cover his face, Dean leaned on the sofa behind him and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
I thought it would be tricky, but I didn't expect it to be this tricky.
He couldn't help but weigh Alpha and the trouble he caused on the scale in his head.
To be honest, if the familiar had not entered Alpha's body, Dean might have hesitated.
It's a pity that time can't be turned back, and he is very satisfied with the feedback given by Alpha, the guinea pig so far... This kind of trade-off can only become a boring pastime to pass the time at best.
Rubbing his temples, Dean took out what Mason gave him that day and turned it over between his fingertips.
Besides, there was no time.
Making trade-offs now is more like showing weakness than being aware of current affairs.
Dean had other plans for Alpha, or Su's family. It was impossible for him to lower himself to a lower level before formal contact.
So in this confrontation about Alpha, he can only advance, not retreat.
After sorting out the experiences of the past two days, Dean conceived a plan and sent a message to Mason.
Originally, I didn't want to contact him so early, but at present, there are only a few forces that can confirm that they will choose neutrality, or that they will not have an obvious bias. After weighing, Dean still plans to use this channel.
Although he actually didn't really want to get in touch with Mason, that guy who looked so weird, but in order to ensure that he could win in the defense battle of Alpha Mouse, it was still necessary to make some appropriate sacrifices.
Looking at the upright newspaper opposite, Dean felt like he was playing a tower defense game.
But this time, it's not the carrot that's being defended, but Alpha.
"...I always feel like you are thinking about something weird."
Feeling Dean's focused gaze, Alpha twisted his neck and muttered.
Dean turned a deaf ear, still lost in his own thoughts.
After owning a magic pet and embarking on a new career path, Alpha's strength has indeed improved a lot, but there are still many problems, the most prominent of which is cooperation. Although he has shown himself in the previous guidance battle The cooperation with the magic pet, but from Dean's perspective, that level is still a long way from being on the right track.
The existence of several familiars did increase Alpha's attack methods and made him more elusive, but this enhancement was very frivolous, and Alpha did not fully grasp the changes that had occurred in him.
At least in Dean's view, this kind of mastery has not yet reached a level where his strength has undergone a qualitative change and reached another level. As long as he masters the skills of several familiars, it is relatively simple to deal with the current Alpha.
The only variable is the "ghost form".
This contract ability, awakened at just the right time and with extraordinary effects, is Alpha's new trump card.
Its existence can help Alpha better mobilize his familiars. Even if there is any emergency, he should be able to handle it with his current methods.
Dean cannot help but deepen his agreement with the speculation that contract ability is the core.
If this guess can be implemented, it will definitely be the best news for him.
In this way, breeders who choose to take this path can plan their next path through the contract ability that is born, and then the foundation of this cultivation path can be completely implemented...
His thoughts stopped here. Mason's reply interrupted Dean's train of thought. He frowned and read Mason's nonsensical reply. After extracting the important information, he decisively destroyed the reply.
Because of some of the contents in the letter, Dean weighed for a moment before choosing to go to the appointment.
It just so happened that he could take this opportunity to get to know the people from the Holy Seminary. He just had a legitimate reason in his hand to establish a relationship with them.
Glancing at both sides of the corridor, Dean took Kana and left Alpha's secret base together.
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The sound of the door opening and closing sounded in the empty room. Alpha put down the newspaper used to hide his face, threw it on the table, and raised his voice.
"he's gone."
"You can come in."
After waiting for a moment and looking at the old woman who opened the door and slowly walked into the room, Alpha crossed his legs and pulled out the dagger from his boots.
"This is a rare visitor..."
"It seems that losing to me once was a big blow to him. Do you already value me so much?"
The old woman closed the door with her cane and responded to his question slowly.
"I think the master should just be cautious."
Alpha said angrily: "Prudent? Are you really going to save him face? His speaking skills...so he lost to me because he wasn't cautious enough?"
The old woman indeed thought so, but judging from Alpha's expression, it was obvious that she was very dissatisfied with this answer.
She sighed and said in a tone that matched her apparent age: "Spare me, young master. I'm just an old maid who needs to beg for a meal from my employer. If you insist on asking, I'll give it to you." That’s all I can answer you.”
"Ah, cunning old thing."
Alpha turned the dagger in his hand and stood up from the sofa.
"Thank you for your consideration."
The old woman on crutches smiled and put her small basket of bread on the ground.
"I will remember your kindness and be gentle, Master."
"Wow, cold old woman."
Alpha condemned the old woman's insincerity.
"If you really feel grateful, don't just pay lip service."
"How about just giving me the bread and keeping the knife?"
Seeing the bread pushed from the basket to the ground, Alpha's muscles tensed up and a look of vigilance appeared on his face.
He tried to disrupt the old woman's rhythm with his words, "Seriously, Katyusha, I would rather face Bren than face you."
"On the one hand, it's because you are better than him, and on the other hand, you are a family member who watched me grow up. I always feel guilty for doing something to you."
"Oh my, that's really an honor for me."
The woman known as "Katyusha" narrowed her eyes kindly as she looked at the blade emerging from the basket.
"We haven't seen you for a while, and it's really surprising that the young master has learned how to coax women. If I were a few years younger, I might really let you go."
"What a pity...the old woman is already old. She has been taking care of you since you were crawling around naked on the ground. It's better to save your sweet words and leave them to the young people."
Alpha twitched the corner of his mouth and held the dagger in front of him.
"Can you please stop talking about my childhood? If you want to beat me, then beat me. It's a bit obscene to talk about it, right?"
"Okay, as you wish."
Katyusha took out two sabers from the basket, held them in her hands, and sighed.
"I don't want to be an enemy of the young master I have watched since childhood, but this is the master's order. Please be considerate."
This is not your attitude to ask for forgiveness.
Seeing the murder weapon rising from the basket and flying towards him, Alpha responded by lifting the sofa with one force.
Then, a huge explosion sounded loudly in this remote place far away from the bustling area.
