The dim light illuminated Udyr's fat face. At this point, Joey could only choose to cooperate. Although he didn't want to admit it, the facts proved that he was the weaker party in front of the other party, which made him more determined. Joey wants to strengthen himself.
And the most important point is that he will not give all hope to him. Although the Wither Corps is a better choice, he does not fully trust Udyr because of Katrin's experience.
When it comes to seeds, Joey is very self-aware. Relying on him and Alyssa to manage the follow-up matters is tantamount to whimsical.
Moreover, Udyr's profit-seeking character makes him a perfect partner.
"The seeds are still in the experimental stage, and we have only achieved preliminary results. If we want to mass-produce it, a large number of clinical trials are needed," Joy explained.
In fact, the seed cultivation method had been successful long before old Tony's accident. The reason why he said this was just to delay time and make mistakes.
Udyr put his hands behind his back and paced in place, seeming to weigh the pros and cons.
He is a businessman who only pursues profit. Killing is not the purpose. The purpose is to exchange for great benefits. This is true for cooperation with Inner City, and it is also true for cooperation with Joey.
And Udyr knew very well that the man in the inner city was a ferocious tiger who chose to devour anyone. If he was not careful, he would be devoured to the point where no bones or dregs were left.
Even if Alyssa had nothing to do with Yan Ming's seeds, he would not take action rashly. He would only hide Alyssa and find a way out for himself.
"I can provide you with everything you need"
Joey secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This first hurdle was finally passed safely.
In fact, after thinking about it, I was impulsive this time, relying on nothing more than the identity of the Survey Corps. If Udyr broke his face at all costs and wanted to retreat safely, it would be almost impossible.
Joey nodded silently and then said:
"I won't stay on the farm." After saying this, he paused and turned his eyes to Alyssa: "Of course, Alyssa will stay."
If he had a choice, he would not stay with Alyssa, but there was no other way. Cooperation must be based on mutual guarantees for both parties to proceed smoothly.
"Of course, if something happens to Alyssa..."
Joey didn't say anything next, but looked at Udyr with a warning look. Everyone knew the reason.
Udyr on the opposite side smiled:
"This is natural." After saying this, he leaned down and bowed to Alyssa respectfully: "Miss Daniel will receive the respect she deserves here."
Joey frowned slightly, feeling that Udyr's politeness was a bit too much.
There are various signs that Alyssa is not only not wronged in the slightest here, but she is like a young lady, and Udyr is the servant.
"Joy, it's very interesting here. There are a lot of things I haven't seen before. It's so fun."
Alyssa was like a little girl who didn't know much about the world. She didn't care about her situation at all. She pulled Joey and walked deeper. After turning two turns, a large piece of lush vegetation suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
The corners of Joey's mouth twitched unnaturally, and he inadvertently glanced at Udyr who was following behind.
"That's great. It's quite hidden. How come I didn't realize there were so many treasures here last time I came here?" Joey thought in annoyance.
Udyr and Joey, like two obedient servants, followed Alyssa and listened to her chatter.
After a while, maybe she was tired from shopping, and Alyssa went back to rest, leaving only Joey and Udyr, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent.
A table, two cups of tea, looking at each other.
"Udyr, I think your purpose is not just as simple as seeds."
Udyr, who was sitting across from him, let out a soft ooh and looked at Joey with a scrutinizing gaze with interest. He did not answer, but waited for the next step.
"Do you know her identity?" Joey asked tentatively.
Udyr, who had been silent all this time, suddenly his eyes froze, his expression quickly hunted, and an inexplicable murderous intention suddenly appeared, firmly targeting Joey.
Joey suddenly felt an inexplicable chill running through his body, and was secretly shocked: "Udyr is definitely not Sequence Eight."
It took about a moment for the chill to dissipate.
Udyr spoke solemnly.
"Daniel is the surname of an imperial noble. You don't know that, right? Do you think you can live in peace if you dye her hair color?"
All right! After all, he was careless, but there was one thing that Udyr never expected. Alyssa was not a real person, but a Marionette.
"Don't you think this country is sick? Even if we try our best, we are just playthings in the hands of the nobles. Don't you want to change him and overthrow those hypocritical nobles?"
Udyr became more and more excited as he talked, and even began to dance, his expression gradually distorting.
"Why are they born as nobles, while we can only be slaves? This is unfair. If it is unfair, it should be overturned. 'Hope' is our opportunity. As long as we capture the support of the people, we can get a force comparable to the empire." The power of the Knights"
"Don't you want to trample those who are above your feet?"
Udyr described the future blueprint impassionedly, as if he would become a noble and the master in the next moment.
Joey had to admire the greed of human nature. It is really simple to change a person.
"You don't move Alyssa, just want to support her as a puppet?"
Udyr nodded naturally.
"The people of Senegal are pedantic. They have been oppressed for so long and have long since lost the courage to resist. The banner of rebellion cannot be raised."
Joey frowned and thought deeply. This was indeed the case. Not to mention that Daniel's family had ruled Senagaal for countless years. It was not an ordinary person who could compete with a high-ranking transcendent.
Although those high-ranking people have long since stopped interfering with empire affairs, there is one thing they will not let go, and that is legitimacy.
"Go back first and don't contact me for a short time. I will let you know when I'm ready."
After sending Joey away, Udyr leaned on the soft couch, staring unblinkingly at the incandescent light above his head. He was thinking about how to explain to the one in the inner city.
Joey didn't feel relieved until he walked out of the farm. Alyssa's matter has been resolved, at least in the short term, she will not be in any danger.
It's time to think about your own affairs now.
Old Tony's hatred was always on his mind.
The Necromantic Cult deserves to die, and so does Katrin. If it weren't for her, those things wouldn't have happened in the future.
The difficulty is that the Necromantic Cult is a group of rats hiding in the sewers, which he cannot reach at all. Katrin's identity and background are complicated, and he does not dare to take action. Even if he dares to take action, he may not be able to defeat them.
"Is there any way to make them fight on their own?" Joey thought hard.
"Forget it, let's check Katrin's identity first!"
The Adventurer Bar has always been the gathering place for the fastest source of information. Joey ordered a glass of lemonade, found a seat, and sat down by himself.
He is also the first person to come to a bar without ordering a drink. Wine is a luxury product in Senegal. Due to the shortage of raw materials, most of the wine on the market is beer. In Joey's words, it is no different from the watered-up KTV. He doesn't even think about it. If you are not used to drinking it, lemonade is better to wake up your brain.
I thought it would take some effort, but I didn't expect that it would be easy to get information about the Katrin family.
'Winter'
One of the twelve nobles of the empire, Katrin Winter is a direct descendant of the family.
Joey half-squinted his eyes, with a hint of fear in his black eyes. Fortunately, he didn't take action rashly. With this background, it's no wonder that even the Necromancer Sect didn't take action against her rashly.
. . . .
In the days that followed, Joey struggled to adapt to his new identity and integrate into his new life.
In the West District, Ninth Street, a quaint old townhouse, Joey opened the door of his house.
There was no greeting from Dad, no playful response from Alyssa, and there was only the cold wind pouring in from the window in the empty room.
The salary from the Survey Corps was quite good, enough to allow him to rent a new house.
"Mr. Creevey, I cooked pumpkin rice porridge, do you want to try it?"
The person who spoke was the landlady, Naomi Jeff. The entire row of houses here was a legacy left by her husband. I heard that her husband had a high status in the past, and the assets he left behind were enough for her to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime.
Women in Senegal are unrestrained and generous. When they meet a man they like, they will not be reserved, but will pursue it openly, regardless of status, age, or even gender.
Without waiting for Joey to answer, she added: "I seem to have cooked too much, and I can't finish it by myself."
Although Joey is known to have killed countless women, he was a little overwhelmed, but he still responded politely:
"Mrs. Jeff, thank you for your kindness. I'm sorry, I've eaten it."
He walked in and started changing his shoes.
Naomi bent down to help him put the shoes he had replaced on the shoe rack, like a little wife waiting for her husband to come home. She glanced at him with awe, and then said in a soft voice:
"Mr. Creevey, you can call me by my name, Naomi."
Saying that, without waiting for Joey to respond, he ran away in a hurry.
Joey took a deep look at the back figure, turned around and closed the door, looking frightened.
Damn it, the ripe apples are really tempting.
Joey shook his head, letting those messy thoughts leave his mind.
Although Naomi Jeff is already a married woman, she is only twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, which is when a woman's charm is at its peak. In addition, she has fixed assets and has many suitors.
My damn charm has nowhere to go.
Joey looked at his face in the mirror and muttered to himself.
Next to the window is a rocking chair that Joey bought specially. He likes to lie on it and look up at the sunless sky.
It also rains in Senegal, but it is a corrosive mutant acid rain that will burn the skin if exposed to it for a long time. At this time, it starts to rain sparsely outside.
His thoughts raced, and the memory returned to his conversation with Vader Wesker.
'The Creator woke up from chaos. He was blind, foolish, and divided to form the universe. All matter comes from the Creator.'
In other words, whether it is the universe, the starry sky, the ocean, humans, or alien beasts, they all have the same origin. In the Disaster Era, the first era, humans were very weak and could only become food for the alien beasts.
Through the exploration of our ancestors, human beings finally mastered the ability to communicate with gods and found a way to obtain extraordinary abilities. That is to use exotic beasts, magical trees, vegetation, and monster flesh and blood to make potions, which can be used to obtain different abilities after taking them.
After all, the source of magic potions is alien beasts. Even if monsters are turned into potions, their spiritual energy will still remain. This energy will be distorted and affect the person who takes the potion. At least it will make people go insane, and at worst, it will cause abnormal changes. Becoming a mythical creature without reason.
To become an extraordinary person, you must endure the side effects caused by the magic potion. If you are not careful, accidents will occur. The side effects can only be worn away through time. Only after they are completely digested can you advance to the next level.
The light rain outside the window was still falling, and the sky was getting darker. The sudden drop in temperature made Joey shiver.
"Lucky Master, what a magical sequence!" He murmured to himself.
If he takes a magic potion, even a potion without auxiliary ingredients, the lightest outcome is death, and the worst case scenario is that he may turn into a bloodthirsty, irrational mythical creature.
However, he is here in good condition, all thanks to a little bit of luck. Because of luck, he became a transcendent. It is also because of luck that he avoided fatal bullets and completely digested the side effects of the magic potion.
These, in another sequence, would take up to three to five years, or at least one or two years to digest the properties of the potion. The time he spent was not even a fraction of that of others.
"It turns out that they are called ancient gods!"
After joining the Survey Corps, he had the authority to view some secret books about Senagal, and also learned about the title of the Ancient God.
The ancient sun god that Senegal believes in is an ancient god, and whoever owns the Dinghai Needle is also an ancient god.
"What happened in the Second Age?"
Appearing in this world inexplicably, it's like being deep in a huge fog.
Of course, what he wanted to know most was the way to leave Senegal.
Living in the 21st century, you can reach the other side of the planet by flying. As for Senagal, it is only the size of a tribe. As long as you don't encounter strange animals, you can travel across the entire territory in a month at most by flying. This place is too small.
The low-sequence ones are too weak. They are like an ant in the face of big events. They can't even resist firearms, let alone mutated night demons and monsters.
He must at least become a mid-level transcendent to be able to step into the depths of darkness.
Joey's thoughts changed rapidly, and his consciousness had reached above the gray fog. He stood in the main hall, looking directly at the giant pillar that supported the sky through the layers of gray fog.
The hieroglyphics above were clearly combined into a paragraph, a potion recipe, 'transporter'.
From the name analysis, it is still a sequence without combat effectiveness.
"This potion only appeared after Helena appeared. In other words, as long as I continue to attract people, I can get a complete sequence of the potion formula."
So here comes the question. As we all know, extraordinary beings are divided into nine sequences, from nine to zero. There are twelve chairs in the main hall, and there is no way to explain the three extra seats.
"Is there a promotion sequence after sequence 0?" Joey could only think this way.
"Forget it, why are you thinking so much?"
If you want to deal with the Necromancer Sect and Katrin, Sequence Nine is simply unrealistic.
He stared intently at the description of the transporter's abilities on the pillar.
'Pass on, transfer part of the luck'
The ability introduction is very simple and may even seem useless. If you think so, you are underestimating the power of Sequence Eight.
Just imagine, when playing pistol wheel, whose head will be blown off by the last bullet.
As long as it works properly, it is possible to kill a powerful enemy even with a low sequence.
"Katelin, wash your neck and wait for me!"
In the empty hall, there was only Joey's gloomy voice.
