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Chapter 62 Then please work hard to become a god
Chapter 62 Then please work hard to become a god

"It's raining."

After leaving the workshop, Iris looked up at the sky.

The fine and dense drizzle fell tick-tock into the dirty puddles on the ground, and the splashes of muddy water spread silently to her graceful ankles, making her white and tender toes slightly arched, as if they had been icy cold. Fawns in the forest disturbed by dew.

"Hey, what are you doing in a daze?"

Linton woke up with a start.

The scene in front of me turned, and the bare feet turned into dusty cloth boots.

"Nothing." Linton rubbed his eyebrows.

After the "evil thoughts" are converted into text, it does not have much impact on his spirit, but as the text with the largest amount of information in the world, the sentences formed by its combination can always provide him with an extremely specific sense of picture.

He understood why Wendell ran away.

Just reading words can have such a big impact on him, if it is replaced by thoughts that are always in his mind, he would be half crazy even if he is not stupid.

"I have to find a way to clear this debuff." Linton thought silently.

But the problem is that the skill introduction of [Demon Game] clearly states that this state has an infinite duration and cannot be cleared by purification skills as an abnormal state.

To get rid of this negative effect, the only way to "create" a brand new skill is to disrupt the original extremely complicated magic power sequence inside the skill as Weier said.

But Wendell is trying to improve this skill as a "civilization" level. Does he have to transform it into an impossible existence to eliminate the debuff?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get a headache.

He can still carry how much he owns.

"I got everything, shall we go back now?" Iris stopped him from falling into the whirlpool of thinking.

Linton pondered for a moment, and said, "Go and say goodbye to Miss Weier first, after all, she is bothering her."

"it is good!"

Go back to the third floor of the library and knock on the door of Weier's exclusive lounge room.

Miss Elf is still nestling on the sofa reading a book, it seems to be the same as when they first met.

The only difference is that there is a little more fragrance in the room.

Linton sniffed the fragrance lightly, and the words of evil thoughts that appeared in front of his eyes disappeared in an instant without a trace.

"The aromatherapy made of mind-scenting grass has the effect of calming and calming the mind. I often light one while reading a book or before going to bed." Wei'er raised her head and said with a light smile, "Mr. Linton, it seems that what you got not bad."

"Probably." Linton shrugged and said, "To a certain extent, it was indeed beyond my expectation."

"So, are you now saying goodbye to me?"

"Miss Wei'er, your wisdom is indeed amazing."

"Hehe. Gratitude in words is the cheapest thing."

"If you need it, please use me to your heart's content." Linton said sincerely, "You have given me such a great help, and I should do something for you."

Wei'er covered her lips, squinted her eyes and smiled, "Then please take the moon and bring it to me."

"Bring me a star by the way." Iris poked her head out from behind Linton.

"You two are treating me as a superman." Linton didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Picking up the stars and picking up the moon, is this something only God can do?"

Wei'er suddenly put away her smile, and her voice was calm: "Then please work hard to become a god, Mr. Linton."

"Then please try to become a god, Mr. Linton." Iris also repeated seriously.

"Okay, okay, stop joking." Linton smiled and patted Miss Doll's head, looking at the sky outside, "It's getting late, we should leave."

He turned his head and looked at Miss Elf: "Miss Weier, I will keep your help in mind, if you need it anytime, just call me."

"Goodbye then."

Seeing the two people's backs disappearing around the corner outside the door, Wei'er stroked the broken hair on her forehead, took off her glasses and put them on the coffee table, and smiled softly.

"I'm not joking, Mr Linton."

The warm yellow light outside the window poured into the room like a tide, and fell on the transparent lens, stretching the world reflected in it very, very long.

When the eyes fell on it, one could vaguely see the scattered stars on the pale gold bracelet of the white-haired girl.

—It was the brilliance of the sun.

Back in the small room where thieves would have to keep a few dollars, Linton took out a few books from his backpack.

These are Wendell's experimental notes brought out from the spell workshop. He thought that he might be able to get some inspiration from them.

But it's a pity that although the notes are numerous and miscellaneous, there isn't a single piece of information about [Replacement] or [Demon Game].

This made Linton feel very strange.

It stands to reason that every failure and progress of any experiment must be recorded, and the final conclusion can only be drawn after summarization.

But there are so many notes, but none of them are records about this technique that is moving towards the "civilized" level.

Linton frowned and flipped through it again, trying to find clues.

However, at this glance, what I saw was not complicated and difficult to understand the experimental content.

[Her slender legs are tight, her body trembles uncontrollably, her soft cheeks are flushed with blush, her blue eyes are turned up, losing her spirit, the water stains on her lips reflect the moonlight, and there is a faint silvery gleam. Light. As long as I get up and walk towards her now, these imaginations will become reality]

"Snapped--"

Linton snapped his notebook shut.

The puppet lady who was so bored by the bed that she was counting the stars was startled by the sudden loud noise, and looked blankly at the necromancer: "What's wrong?"

Linton looked at the cover of the book without squinting: "It's all right."

"Really?" Iris looked at him suspiciously, "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you?"

"You read it wrong."

"Oh? Then let me take a serious look?"

Iris jumped out of bed and walked towards the man with a half-smile.

Linton's expression remained unchanged, but the text in front of him was jumping one after another, and the water could take several T's for a long time.

Just when Iris leaned over and was about to meet Linton who was pretending to be calm, the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

The faces of the two tightened at the same time.

Those who have experienced it once naturally know what this means.

Linton raised his head slightly, and saw the yellowed parchment floating in front of his eyes strangely.

"The Truth Society?" Iris looked at the parchment unhappily.

"I remember that it hasn't been long since your Sunday? What are you going to do this time?"

"I do not know either."

Linton took off the parchment, very surprised.

Logically speaking, except for Sundays, he has hardly received any other notifications about the Truth Society. The last time he was asked to collect money can only be regarded as a special case.

After all, he is just a little transparent who can withdraw from the membership as long as he pays money.

But when he saw the words on the paper, Linton frowned even more.

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