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“Hello” (in Demonic)
!!!?
Don’t you fucking talk anymore! And why are you speaking in Demonic!?
Shelley’s hand, holding the potion bottle, tightened. A long-lost feeling of his hair standing on end washed over him.
“This potion is too early for humans…”
“I… I’m really just a child.”
[You? A child?]
With difficulty, he raised his head. Before him were Uli’s nervous eyes and the playful, spectating gazes of the women behind him…
The fact that Shelley was not drinking made Uli feel uneasy. He said sadly, “Friend, what are you waiting for? Could it be…”
Shelley looked at Uli’s gradually dejected expression, his facial muscles twitching. Then he forced a smile, “I was thinking… what toast should we say…”
[Resign yourself to your fate.]
Uli’s expression changed from cloudy to sunny. He raised the “wine glass” in his hand and shouted, “It doesn’t matter! To Her Serenity! To our friendship!”
Clang.
The two of them’s potion bottles slammed together. Then Uli tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth…
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Shelley took the opportunity of him tilting his head back to do the same.
“Now.”
He was going to use his former rogue skills to perform a perfect switch in front of Uli.
“I’m not drinking this stuff! Only a ghost would drink it!”
The vision before him became slow. In this life-or-death moment, Shelley felt his mind enter a new realm. The viscous liquid in the bottle slowly flowed down. In 0.01 seconds, Shelley was about to put it into his spatial ring…
“Hmph, hmph, hmph… how could this be difficult for me?”
“Good! Done… what!”
Nani!?
“My body, why can’t I control it?”
[Be honest~ with your friends.]
!!?
“What the… wait! Don’t you come near me!”
Ignoring the system, Shelley watched the purple liquid in the bottle slowly slide down like jelly, flowing down his throat…
“Ah~”
Ya… yamete.
Gulp, gulp, gulp… ugh… gulp, gulp.
…
[Hey, hey, hey~]
[Are you still alive?]
“…Get lost.”
In that instant, many images flashed before Shelley’s eyes. Training with Mentor Salier behind the tavern as a child, being treated as a doll by others as a teenager, the inexplicable fear when facing his father…
“Did I just see my life flash before my eyes…”
The more Shelley thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
“What the hell was that?”
Even with his superhuman constitution of over 25 points, he had lost consciousness.
[Do you really want to know?]
What do you mean?
[That should be a liquefied and concentrated…]
A… wait. …Why is this unit so strange?
[Shadow Demon.]
Huh!!?
[Successfully absorbed a Shadow Demon!]
[Demonic power has been enhanced.]
[Hiding ability has received a small boost.]
“…Don’t think that saying that will make me forgive you.”
[Hah.]
Slap, slap, slap.
Uli excitedly patted Shelley’s shoulder and laughed as if they were long-lost friends, “Hahaha! You are my good friend.”
Although many people thought that Uli had long since gone mad in the process of tasting potions, he was not an idiot without judgment. If Shelley had not drunk his potion, he might have still helped Shelley replicate the potion, but he would no longer have felt guilty.
“You can leave the matter of the potion to me.”
At this time, Catherine, with a cookie in her mouth, looked at Shelley curiously and said, muffled, “Was it good?”
Good. Fucking delicious.
“It tasted alright. I’ll treat you next time.”
“Mm.”
At this time, Erica sent a telepathic message to Shelley with a smile, “I originally thought you wouldn’t drink it.”
Shelley turned his head and looked at her carefully, then looked away again. Just as Erica’s brow furrowed, a message from Shelley sounded in her mind, “Only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.”
Shelley said this with a deep meaning, as if there was a hidden meaning in his words.
The smile that Erica had always maintained froze for a moment. She stared at Shelley’s back seriously.
What does he mean? Is he mocking me?
“Ah, right.”
Uli looked at their attire and suddenly slapped his own head as if waking from a dream.
“Is this your first time in Sigil?”
Roy’s hand, which was reaching for a cookie, paused. She had a bad feeling.
Could it be…
Shelley nodded, showing a hint of confusion, and replied with some hesitation, “Ah, yes. Is there a problem?”
Roy was just about to interrupt Uli when she saw Shelley glance at her. She subconsciously swallowed her words and watched Uli say loudly, “Then I suggest you join our faction.”
“You will definitely like it.”
“Your faction is…?”
“The Sensates! We are the Sensates.”
In Uli’s smug expression, Shelley revealed a knowing smile.
The Sensates, one of the fifteen factions of Sigil.
…
The Civic Festhall, the headquarters of the Sensates.
“I heard that a few major events have happened on the Material Plane recently.”
“It seems to have caused quite a stir.”
Mary Darkfire was sitting at her desk, analyzing the recent news. She was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties. Her temperament was not sharp, but she had a kind of nobility. She had a mature aura, the kind that came from the precipitation of years.
At this time, a strong middle-aged man was standing behind her, wearing a neat suit. His green eyes, the same color as Ella’s, were full of strength and pity. Unfortunately, a huge scar on his face destroyed his overall temperament, making him look a bit fierce and wild.
“Hmm, the God of Half-Orcs seems to be injured. Many people have discovered an opportunity.”
Mary stretched, then gently rested her head on the man’s chest and said with her eyes closed, “Hmm, where did the news come from?”
A gentleness appeared on Kusa Danalin’s usually stern face. He gently massaged his partner’s brow and said slowly, “It came from that mind flayer’s tavern. A man and three women, new faces.”
“They…”
“Seem to have gotten together with Roy.”
Mary’s eyes opened. She blinked and said, “I remember Roy’s temper is not very good…”
“That is to say, their strength is not bad.”
A Balor was extremely proud. Only beings of the same level could communicate with them on an equal footing. Otherwise, they would disdain to speak.
Knock, knock.
A clown in a checkered shirt ran in and shouted, “Oh-ho-ho.”
“Madam President, there’s a new member who wants to join.”
“Elder Uli needs you to come forward.”
Mary had straightened up when the knock on the door sounded. At this time, she slowly stood up from her stool and walked out with Kusa.
“Why would Uli think of asking me to come forward? Isn’t he always cooped up in his laboratory?”
The clown was leading the way, bouncing. At this time, he said, standing on his hands, “I don’t know either. But Roy is also there.”
Hmm?
Mary’s eyebrow shot up. She quickly asked, “Is it a man and three women?”
The clown was stunned for a moment and said with exaggerated shock, “President! Have you learned divination?”
Mary and Kusa looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other’s eyes.
How did that group of people end up here?
