My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 219 The Night Life of Pets

Even if Crown wanted to get involved in high-end industries, he didn't have the energy, such as the forging of extraordinary equipment, the refining of advanced potions, etc. If he personally participated, he would definitely be able to beat other players, but all he would earn would be hard-earned money.

In a world of supernatural powers and gods, just trying to make money seems silly.

The industry is the icing on the cake. Currently, he earns dozens of gold spirit coins every day. He does not value the income of the industry. What he values ​​is the help that the industry can provide him in other aspects.

The forge provides high-quality metal ingots, and besides its own use, it can also supply the arsenal to make bullets. Both industries are closely related to his plan.

William quickly wrote down his request and said while writing it down:

"I understand, sir. I will search for detailed information on the target area and strive to create a more suitable industrial layout for you."

Seeing that the head of the family had no intention of speaking anymore, William stood up with great discernment, leaned forward and said:

"Sir, I'm going back to work."

Melissa stood up and stood behind him.

"Thank you for your hard work," Crown said with an encouraging smile.

After the two housekeepers left, Del said awkwardly:

"Sir, I can't help you with this kind of business management."

He himself was a blacksmith who made farm tools and ordinary swords, and he learned how to read by himself.

After becoming a transcendent, you will also face some evil spirits and monsters. The opportunities to deal with people are not much more than in the village, so you don't know how to run a business.

Crown said jokingly: "As a guard, you are much weaker than me, and you don't know how to run an industry. So tell me what you can do, just run errands?"

Del was embarrassed and whispered:

"I am already a second-level spirit control master, and my breathing skills are also improving rapidly."

"Then you should work harder and become stronger as soon as possible. The days in the future will become more and more difficult. In addition, after the new diocese is established, a training base will also be set up, and Janice can be brought to the new diocese."

Croun vaguely reminded the other party that he was a nostalgic person and still had some feelings for this small town blacksmith with a tough and loyal character.

"Great."

Del grinned happily when he heard that his daughter could be brought to him.

There used to be a family of five, but now there are only two people left who depend on each other and can't see each other often. He always misses his only blood relative in his heart.

Del stood up and said: "I have recently purchased a large amount of blood-boiling potions and am preparing to increase my training intensity. I still have time in the evening, so I will go to the training room to practice now."

. . . .

The two butlers left the study, and William said:

“This time the family owner is preparing to lay out the industry, it is our opportunity. We must do things beautifully, so that we can gain more trust.

You can also help plan and conduct research on ladies-related industries, and I will serve as a reference. "

Melissa nodded slightly and responded:

"Yes, but I will only help you list the relevant industries. You can send someone to do the investigation yourself."

William showed a trace of displeasure on his face and said in a deep voice: "This is an order. I have the right to order you to cooperate with my work."

The butler is the most direct manager of the servants in the family and can indeed give orders to other servants, including the housekeeper.

"hehe."

Melissa chuckled lightly and said:

"There is no need to show your status, we have no competition, Mr. William.

I am not only the housekeeper here, but also a transcendent. Moreover, I am training hard to become a second-level transcendent.

Recently, I feel that the bottleneck is loosening, and advancement is not far away from me. If I advance successfully, my master promises to train me to become an excellent knight. "

After saying that, Melissa strode away.

William's eyes flashed, not knowing what he was thinking.

. . . .

That night, Crown refined a drop of sun essence and began to meditate on the golden light spell.

His recent life has been quite regular. He practices breathing techniques and visualizes the golden light spell in the workshop during the day, and returns to the mansion at night to refine the essence of the sun and the moon.

Odd-numbered dates refine the essence of the day, and even-numbered dates refine the essence of the moon.

He visualized the golden light spell of three great celestial beings, and the time came exactly to twelve o'clock. Now he is a veritable master of time management.

After finishing the visualization, Crown summoned the golden wall to check the day's harvest as a routine.

[Golden Light Spell: 11316/100000; Level ]

Unfortunately, the golden light spell did not bring new skills after the proficiency exceeded 10,000 points.

In recent days, he has been thinking about whether he relies too much on the golden wall. His skills are getting better and better, but his own creativity is being constrained.

Once you get used to being fed by the Golden Wall, you gradually forget that you can also experiment and create.

He planned to think more about the use of the Golden Light Spell and develop more application methods for this skill.

Seeing that their master no longer meditated on the Golden Light Spell, the two experienced pets stood up from their sitting positions. Buster jumped onto the window sill and skillfully pushed open the window with his paws.

Fujin grabbed the black cat's body and flew out with a bang, flying out of the mansion and disappearing into the shadows of the buildings in the dark night.

The crow's wingspan is close to one meter and can easily bear the weight of the black cat.

After these two pets advanced into extraordinary creatures, they became more wild and went out to roam in the middle of the night every day, but their relationship with each other became much closer.

Crown once asked the pets what they were doing out at night, and their responses were surprisingly consistent: 'Looking for snacks.' '

He thought he might be catching some small animals that haunt the night. At first, he was a little worried. It took a lot of time and resources to cultivate the two pets into extraordinary beings. If something went wrong, the sunk cost would be too high.

But then I thought about how pets can gain more combat experience by going out and experiencing various dangers, which can just make up for my lack of time to train them deliberately. The two pets usually stay outside for two to three hours and return to the pet room before dawn.

. . . .

Fujin flew at low altitude, feeling the movement of his companion in his paws, and changed his flight direction according to the twist of the other party.

A group of policemen responsible for night curfew patrols passed by, and one policeman exclaimed: "What the hell!"

His words aroused fierce reactions from everyone, and they all felt like they were facing an enemy.

The leading captain shouted: "Newcomer, what's going on? What did you see?"

The last thing police officers on night patrol want is for unexpected situations to occur while performing their duties at night, because they may not be able to deal with these accidents independently.

The exclaimed police officer adjusted his helmet and explained: "I accidentally caught a glimpse of a big bird flying over with a mouse as big as a cat."

"What a fuss, I've seen mutant mice as big as babies, with eyes as bright as rubies."

"It's normal for newcomers to have little experience. However, since the gray fog appeared in the sky, these rats have indeed become bigger and bigger, and their temperament has become very cruel. I heard from the colleague in charge of the case that there have been several cases of rats attacking humans at night. thing."

"Not only rats, but all animals have become aggressive. Dozens of chickens are pecked to death every month on my aunt's chicken farm."

The captain interrupted the police officers' discussion: "Okay, let's patrol well."

After the incident, the police officers returned to patrolling the night.

"Meow."

Buster let out a low growl, Fokine released his paws, and the black cat landed lightly on the roof.

It started trotting on the roof, stopping and twitching its nose from time to time, as if it was looking for something.

The crow flies above the black cat's head, closely following its companion's footsteps.

Finally, the black cat landed in front of a window sill in a dilapidated building, pointed to the window next to it, and let out a low growl: "Meow."

Fujin swooped down, stretched out his wings and shattered the window glass.

"Snapped"

Buster jumped up, jumped onto the glassless window sill, and got in, followed closely by Fokine.

. . . .

Alina's husband Sumson worked overtime tonight, and it was completely dark when he came back from get off work.

She found that something was wrong with her husband's state. He was alone in the corner and said inexplicable words in a strange accent.

Two children came to play games with him but were driven away angrily. You must know that he used to treat children very gently.

During dinner, her husband sat at the dining table but did not eat, looking at her and the children with a critical look.

Her husband’s gaze reminded Alina of the way the vendors looked at the chicken coop when she bought broiler chickens.

She felt a little scared and asked her husband why he didn't eat. How could someone not be hungry after working all day?

Sumson's answer was that he was too tired and had no appetite, and then he left the dining table and returned to the bedroom expressionlessly.

When she finished her meal and went to call her husband to eat, she found that he had fallen asleep.

Maybe his coworkers didn't come today. He did the work of two people by himself, and he was so tired. Alina thought.

She played with the children for a while, and the whole family fell asleep.

Alina felt a chill on her face and woke up from her sleep. In the dim light, she found that she was tied to a chair with a ball of cloth stuffed in her mouth. The two children were also tied to the chair. On the chair next to me.

She didn't know why she couldn't notice when she was tied up. She was a light sleeper, and she was the kind of person who could notice when people around her turned over.

When she regained consciousness, she realized that she had been doused with cold water, and the person who did this was her husband who once loved her deeply.

Sumson's expression had a hint of madness, and he spoke in a strange accent.

Alina looked at her husband in horror and found that his head, neck and even his entire body began to elongate and become thinner.

His tongue can extend out of his mouth to lick his eyes, and the top of his tongue is forked.

Sumson's eyes were shining with green light, and you could see that his pupils turned into strange vertical pupils.

'Uh huh.'

Alina let out a whimpering sob, tears blurring her vision.

‘It’s over. ’

She thought desperately that the church and the city hall had publicized this situation, and she understood that her husband must have been possessed by something evil.

Sumson's body grew longer and longer, as if he had turned into a python, and finally crawled on the floor.

He twisted his body and moved to Alina's feet, opened his upper and lower jaws, and swallowed the other's feet.

Alina felt that her thoughts were frozen, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and her tears were falling down like broken beads.

'Are they going to die? What about the children? '

"bang"

The windows were shattered.

"Meow"

(End of this chapter)