So what kind of professional can Cai be?
Don't be a secret keeper, just be the Hanged Man, hanging in a row in front of the palace to confess your sins.
As if his speechlessness could be read from Lensak's face, Dean regretfully gave up the little calculation he had just made.
He just wanted to test it out to see if it was possible to find loopholes in this profession. After all, according to his experience, most professional systems have fatal flaws, which either affect the upper limit of potential, or have great limitations in ability. The limitations are not perfect.
A first-rate profession that can blend in with the masses would be much more complete, but forget about secret keeper. If it were really a profession with a relatively high degree of perfection, it would not fall into the ranks of a second-rate profession.
The topic of the secret keeper was a hot topic. After quelling Dean's unrealistic and dangerous thoughts, Lensak decided to skip this topic.
"What happened after seeing the eyes? Did you come back?"
After receiving an affirmative answer, he put down his pen, looked at the record on the paper, and frowned.
"According to your description, the other party obviously has the upper hand. If it continues to delay, the situation will only become more and more favorable to it. In this case, why should it let you go?"
"That's what I want to ask too."
Something is wrong.
Lensak looked at the record on the paper and fell into deep thought.
If it was really what he thought, Dean would never be able to escape so easily...
Did he guess wrong, or did something unexpected happen in the middle?
Lensak didn't say anything, and Dean didn't interrupt his thoughts. He kept reviewing it until he left the mist world, and suddenly thought of another question.
"Didn't you say you wanted to invite foreign aid? Why did you find Chiara?"
"I remember she is a barrier witch. Her expertise seems inappropriate, right?"
It's okay that he didn't ask. As soon as he mentioned this, Lensak had something to say.
The knight intercepted the thoughts that he didn't know where to send and glanced at Dean with a half-smile.
"You've even found out the witch's abilities. It seems like you gained a lot from your visit to the witch's house this time, right?"
Dean was speechless for a moment.
Forgot about it.
Facing Lensak's gaze, even as shameless as he was, he felt a hint of unspeakable embarrassment.
After a while, Dean cleared his throat and pretended to be calm.
"I didn't gain much. I just negotiated a few business deals and made a few friends by the way."
He didn't elaborate, and Rensak didn't ask further questions. He just said meaningfully: "Cherish it. Not everyone can get the friendship of a witch."
Some things just need to be clicked. The two exchanged a knowing look, and Rensak returned to the topic and talked about Chiara.
"My original target was indeed not her, but the prophecy of the Precognitive Witch told me that Chiara is the most suitable candidate."
Thinking of the prophecy, he couldn't help but frown, showing an incomprehensible expression.
"If it weren't for that prophecy, I originally wanted to ask the Space Witch for help, but I changed my goal midway to find Chiara, which wasted a lot of time."
However, it turned out that it was of no use at all. It was even said that if he had not changed his goals because of the prophecy, he might have found some clues if he had rushed back earlier.
Was the prophecy wrong?
Or is the time mentioned in the prophecy not now?
Rensak rubbed his brows with a headache, not knowing whether to believe the witch's prophecy or not.
Things involving fate are inherently unclear, and there can be three hurdles buried in one sentence. Now that things have developed to this point, it seems to be a prophecy error, but who can guarantee that this error was not calculated in the prophecy. What about part of it?
So he was most annoyed by such specious things. If the Predictive Witch hadn't come to the door on his own initiative, Rensak would have avoided her.
After the two exchanged information, Dean's fatigue could no longer be concealed. He yawned and ended the conversation on his own initiative.
"That's about it. If there's nothing else to do, I'll go back first. If you find any clues later, remember to inform me... This doesn't violate the 'oath', right?"
"No violation."
Lensak choked at him and didn't say much. He handed the map recording Lucy and others' mission route to Dean, watched him put it away, and then said deliberately.
"By the way, the assassin who went in with you this time has very interesting abilities. He is exactly the type we need. If he can't stay in your breeding house..."
"Then he has to go home and inherit the family business."
Interrupting Lensak's intention to poach someone, Dean opened the door with a fake smile, waved to Alpha who was waiting outside, and the two of them walked out of the station together.
…
By the time they opened the door to their home, it was already very late. After catching up on their sleep, they had already rearranged the boundaries.
The students and employees had already huddled up in a ball and fell asleep.
Dean walked over funny, adjusted the crystal in the hall, raised the temperature a little, and then opened the door on the left.
Because he had given instructions in advance, the group of Shadow Dolls who had followed them to the mist world were now placed alone in this room.
Whether it was because he was too tired or because he felt reassured by Dean's aura, he didn't wake up any of his familiars until he opened the door and walked in.
In the dim room, there were a bunch of magic pets lying on the carpet. Dean adjusted the wild sleeping postures of the two magic pets at his feet, then opened the system and checked the information panels of the Shadow Dolls one by one.
I originally thought that the feedback from the mist world would not be fed back to the panel so easily. Who knew that from the first magic pet, surprises would follow one after another.
[Name of Demonic Pet: Shadow Doll]
[Racial Qualification: A]
[Individual qualifications: Fluctuating]
[Talent: Shadow Walking]
[Skills: Shadow Tentacle, Shadow Ball...Unknown Skill (Unfinished)]
…
[Name of Demonic Pet: Shadow Doll]
[Racial Qualification: A]
[Individual qualifications: Fluctuating]
[Talent: Shadow Walking, Unknown Talent (under formation)]
[Skills: Shadow Tentacle, Shadow Ball...]
…
This is really a bumper harvest.
Looking at the changes on the panel, even Dean, who was as well-informed as he was, couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Although the real changes have not yet been completed, the transformation of the Shadow Dolls can already be seen from the changes in data.
Looking at all the Shadow Dolls, you can probably divide the familiars into two types of changes. One is a skill change, where an unknown skill appears in the skill column, and the other is a talent column change, where a racial talent other than a racial talent appears. Unknown talent.
But no matter what kind of change it is, the qualifications of the magic pets are [fluctuating], which shows that they have indeed benefited a lot.
Could this be the legendary achievement of a baby, a chicken and a dog ascending to heaven?
Dean instantly thought of the other demon pets that had not shown any changes.
Compared to Kana and Doremi, the "gifts" these Shadow Dolls received were undoubtedly much less, and it could even be said that they only received some scraps.
But even so, there has been such significant progress, which shows the source of power and the extraordinary level of the "Mist World".
It also made Dean look forward to the changes in several other familiars.
