Chapter 151 Fire Cube

Jason held the bottom of the bottle with one hand and the neck with the other, raised it to the owner who opened the door and said, "Beauclair white wine, refreshing and tasty."

"Come in," Crown opened the door completely and warmly invited the visitor, "I guess you must have good news to tell me."

The other party promised to help find relatives, and there should be news now.

"I've lived up to your expectations," the scarred man showed a slightly ferocious smile, "I brought some wine. There's a nice pub nearby. We can go have a drink."

He glanced around the room and said with emotion: "This place is a bit shabby. When I became a second-level warrior, the conditions were much better than here."

"It's good to have such conditions now. I have no right to be picky. It was Father Nick who helped me find this. Rhine City is experiencing a population explosion right now, and housing is in short supply."

Jason nodded. “This situation will take another year or two before it stabilizes.”

Crown rubbed his hands and asked the other party to sit on the sofa: "No need to go out to eat, my cooking skills are passable. You two can chat first."

After saying that, he turned to the kitchen and started preparing food. Every night in the past two days, Del would take Janice out to buy ingredients.

"Hello, Mr. Brown," Del greeted him and collected a few children's books scattered on the coffee table, then quickly cleared away the debris on the dining table.

"Hello, Del. Are there any children living here?" Jason saw the little rag doll in a blue dress on the dining table.

"My daughter," Del said with a gentle light in his eyes, "She is boarding at school. If I am not busy at work, I will take her home."

"Why didn't her mother take care of her?"

"Her mother and two siblings have returned to God's arms. After the gray fog fell, the town of Zak was attacked once by deformed beasts." There was sadness in the lonely voice.

"I'm sorry, but the living should keep moving forward with hope and courage."

Although Crown had left an afterimage with the kitchen knife when he was cutting vegetables, Jason had already sneaked into the kitchen three times.

"I say, let's eat something outside, no need to go through so much trouble," the scarred burly man's stomach growled as he walked into the kitchen again, fanning away the choking chili smoke with his hand.

"This is the last dish. Please wait patiently. The meal will begin shortly."

. . . .

In the middle of the table, a plump duck confit cooked with lobster oil exudes an aroma, a large pot of beef stewed in Burgundy red wine is not to be outdone, and the plate is filled with honey toast, pan-fried lamb chops, sauce-colored secret roast chicken, sauce-flavored pork elbow, golden baked apples, vegetable mushroom soup and Camembert cheese. The dishes are a combination of Chinese and Western cuisine, and with the chef's superb cooking skills, Jason has not spoken since the meal started, stuffing food into his mouth with his knife and fork.

Janice looked at the strong uncle with oil dripping from the corners of his mouth and laughed non-stop.

"I say, we have to have a couple of drinks," Crowne, who was very pleased with the popularity of his food, couldn't help but joked.

"Let me eat a few more bites," Jason mumbled with his mouth full of food, "If I had known you had such skills, I would have been willing to wait another hour."

There was only some soup left on the table; all the hard food had been eaten.

Jason, who was sitting on the sofa, patted his belly with one hand and held a wine glass with the other, and said contentedly, "I haven't eaten so comfortably in a long time."

Crown raised his glass and clinked it with the other party: "Welcome to come often."

After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass.

"I may not have time like this in the future," Jason sighed. "The work at the Investigation Bureau is very busy. If the team members are stable, it would be very comfortable to have one day off a week. At that time, I will only think about resting for a while, and I will be too lazy to move."

"I have asked someone to find out about your sister's situation. The Wilkerson family lives at 12 Sycamore Street in Burton. Rodney Wilkerson works at the Third Patrol Station in Burton."

"Thank you, I will go find them tomorrow," Crown nodded gently. He knew that Rodney was a private detective before, but he didn't expect that he had become a public official now.

"You'd better go at night. No one is home during the day."

The two chatted for a while, and Jason stood up to say goodbye.

After Clown sent him away, he returned to his room and used the black cube's spirit-controlling ability to devour the essence of iron. His proficiency in spirit-controlling techniques steadily improved.

. . . .

12 Indus Street, Bolton.

In the narrow and cramped study, Rodney Wilkerson, with a mustache and hair combed back meticulously, sat at the desk with his lips tightly pursed and a serious face.

He was wearing a white shirt inside and a brown jacket with beige checkered stripes outside, and a black coat was draped over the back of the chair under him.

At this moment, he was unconsciously turning the pen in his hand, his eyes were empty, and it was obvious that his thoughts were drifting somewhere.

"Squeak"

The door of the study was gently opened, and a woman in off-white silk pajamas walked in.

Her long chestnut curly hair covered her smooth forehead and half of her face, and her amber eyes were filled with a warm smile.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she walked to the man's side. She naturally put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

Rodney felt the movement of the woman's hand, and his wandering thoughts returned to his body: "Uh, Julia and Martin, the two little rascals, have fallen asleep?"

"Yes, dear, although you are on vacation these days, you are always a little uneasy. Is there something on your mind?"

"No, maybe I was too tired from the missions in the past few days." Rodney stood up and grabbed the woman's hand and said, "Honey, you're overthinking it. Let's go and rest too."

"Look me in the eyes, Rodney! In the past seven years, when have you ever lied that I couldn't tell?!"

The woman stretched out her hands to straighten the man's head, her amber eyes sparkling in the light: "Do you remember what you said to me on our wedding night?"

"Can we do this again?"

Tiffany put her hand down with a smile on her face, and the two looked at each other and laughed softly.

“Not this one,” the woman raised her head and looked at her husband: “You said that no matter what difficulties I face in the future, you will stay by my side.

My dear, I want to tell you this too. No matter what difficulties lie ahead, I will face them with you. "

"Huh," Rodney sighed, grabbing his wife's hand and placing it on his face, "Let's go to the living room and talk. It's too small here to fit two people. I've got a very tricky thing going on, and it's hard to make a decision."

The two of them held hands and sat down on the sofa in the living room. Tiffany looked at each other intently. She felt her husband's palms were wet and it was obvious that he was sweating a lot.

Rodney was silent for a while before he slowly spoke: "My dear, you know that private detectives have been having trouble getting good work in recent years, so I had to ask someone to help me get a job in the patrol team."

"Yes, but it's not bad to be in the patrol team. At least I don't have to go out for a month like before."

"There are many supernatural cases in this world, and there are also many people who are far more powerful than ordinary people. You know all of this, right?"

"Of course I know this, it's common sense now," Tiffany's two curved eyebrows knitted together, "Honey, what do you want to say?"

"I was on duty a few days ago, and I saw the victim's entire family was killed. The house was full of broken limbs and debris. The mutant monster hadn't left yet, and its blade-like limbs easily pierced my colleague Bauer's chest. Now when I close my eyes, I think of the helpless look he gave me at that time.

There are actually many such incidents now. I have seen dozens of them. I was afraid that you would worry, so I didn’t tell you. The work of the patrol team is getting more and more dangerous. In recent months, I have witnessed monsters with my own eyes several times. They are terrifying and evil. A few days ago, I was the closest to death. "

Rodney's hands trembled slightly.

Tiffany held her husband's hands tightly and said worriedly:

"Otherwise, you can resign from the patrol force and find a safer job. My current pharmacist skills have improved. Even if you can't find a new job, it can barely cover the expenses of the family. With our previous savings, we may not live as comfortably as before, but we can still cope with it."

"My dear, you don't really understand what I'm trying to say. The world is becoming less and less safe. From my experience as a patrol officer for less than a year, the frequency of paranormal cases has increased significantly."

"But the newspapers keep saying that the current situation is under control?"

"Don't believe the damn propaganda in the newspapers. The patrol team has always only publicized its achievements, but never mentioned the sacrifices behind them. Their words are not as credible as the small advertisements in the newspaper creases."

Rodney knew that the number of vicious cases actually reported was far lower than the number of actual cases. The fact that several bloody and horrific cases he had handled personally recently were not reported was proof of this.

"So what do you want to do?" Tiffany realized that her husband might have other ideas.

Rodney scratched his forehead, messing up his neatly-knit hair. He took a few deep breaths, and as if he had made a difficult decision, he spoke slowly:

"There is an opportunity in front of me now. The Patrol Headquarters has recently launched a plan to train super soldiers. I have good qualifications in all aspects, so I am also on the recommendation list. I would like to join this plan."

"There must be other dangers in the plan, otherwise you wouldn't be so hesitant." After seven years of living together, Tiffany completely understood her husband's character and knew that he must have assessed the risks. This so-called plan to train super soldiers might be risky beyond his ability to bear.

“Yes, they are not guaranteed to succeed.”

“What happens if it fails?”

Rodney closed his eyes, and the fact sheet appeared in front of him. One line of words stood out, printed in blood-red: "If a spirit master fails to advance, he will be transformed into an evil creature and killed, and his family will be given first-level pension."

"If I fail, I will die, but I will succeed."

Tiffany became excited: "Where does your confidence in success come from?"

"The belief that comes from love, I think when misfortune really comes one day, I can protect you and your children and protect you from the wind and rain. This belief will keep me rational enough to deal with the maddening erosion."

"I disagree. I know there are many super soldiers in the church and in the patrol team. Let them do the work of ensuring safety. I don't know how I would live without you, and the children cannot live without a father."

Tiffany kept shaking her head, her long chestnut hair sticking to her forehead in a messy manner.

"You know," Rodney grabbed his wife's hand, "when Bauer died, I and the super soldier in the team were beside him. I realized that when danger comes to you, the only one you can really rely on is yourself. I was also seriously injured at the time."

He unbuttoned his vest and shirt, revealing a solid chest with several palm-sized scars on it.

“When I was injured, I could see the white bones directly at the wound. They used special medicine to make the wound heal so quickly.

In the case a few days ago, there were four people living in the house. I was thinking, what would I do if misfortune befell us? I found that I had no way to do it. The monster's body was not afraid of bullets at all. If I hadn't shot one of its eyes by chance, I would not have come back alive. "

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"Is there no other way? We can move, sell this house, and rent in those high-end communities. There should be a lot of super soldiers living in those places, right?" Tiffany looked at her husband eagerly and shook her head. "If we fail, the cost will be too high. I don't want you to make such a choice."

"My dear, the world is becoming more and more dangerous. You can't hide from it. Also, the training of super soldiers has been going on for hundreds of years, and the success rate is not low now."

"No matter how high the success rate is, it's actually only 50 percent. You either succeed or fail. You are not alone. You have a family behind you."

Rodney was silent. He knew it would be difficult for him to convince his wife, but the opportunity was right in front of him. If he couldn't seize it, who knew if there would be another such opportunity in the future.

He was told that if he wanted to collect the materials for this training program at his own expense, it would cost about two thousand gold shields.

His current weekly salary was nine gold shields and fifty silver coins, which was only forty gold shields a month.

With his current income, it would take him more than four years to collect two thousand gold shields, even if he didn't eat or drink and had no expenses. But given the current situation, how many years could he waste?

Tiffany looked at her silent husband, her heart sinking. She knew that just as he couldn't convince her, she couldn't convince her husband who had already made a decision.

. . . .

While Clown was leisurely releasing his ability to devour the essence in the iron ingot, he was also thinking of a name for the black cube spirit.

The cube's ability to freely control metal reminded him of a movie series in his previous life - Transformers. The most mysterious component of this fantasy mechanical life is called spark.

Fire Cube. A light bulb suddenly flashed in Clown's mind: "Got it, let's call it the Fire Cube."

The fine iron ingot in his hand began to change shape as his mind would, and soon, a miniature bumblebee appeared in his hand.

With such high efficiency, if I could return to Blue Star and make a few high-quality imitation models every day, it would be easy to make money. How could I possibly work overtime to death? Crown shook his head, dispelling his unrealistic thoughts, and began to concentrate on devouring the essence of iron.

Compared to the Time Hourglass, the power level of the Fire Cube should be much lower. He now cannot know exactly how much spirit control power this spirit control has available.

The Sands of Time represent the spiritual power available in the hourglass of time, and there is no way to display it on the Fire Cube.

Klauen continued to release his devouring ability, but it didn't last long before he had used up all the spiritual power in the Fire Cube.

At this time, the advantages of the new spirit control were revealed. He compared his own workload and roughly estimated that after completely consuming the spirit control power of the Fire Cube, it would take about twelve to sixteen hours to fully recover.

He nodded, finally there was one good thing about it.

He was currently in the middle of gaining experience, and didn't want his interest to be interrupted, so he took out the Golden Spirit Coin and held it in his hand.

Clown's consciousness entered the sea of ​​​​knowledge and attached to the Fire Cube to drive it to rotate. It began to absorb the spiritual essence contained in the Golden Spirit Coin to replenish the cube's spiritual power.

Thin golden rays of light emanated from the spirit coin, sank into the palm of his hand, and gathered towards his forehead.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, golden "drizzle" began to fall from the sky. The drizzle seemed to have a fixed channel and sank into the fire cube. The black color on the cube, which was replenished with spiritual essence, gradually became thicker.

As his spirit-controlling skills improved, the speed at which he absorbed spirit essence also increased greatly. In just one hour, all the spirit essence in the golden spirit coin had been sucked away, turning into a pile of white powder.

During this period, when about three quarters of the spiritual essence in the Golden Spirit Coin had been absorbed, the spiritual power in the Fire Cube had overflowed and could no longer absorb the spiritual essence. He drove the time hourglass to absorb the remaining spiritual essence in the Golden Spirit Coin.

Then, Clown began to contemplate the Golden Light Mantra, restoring his energy while removing the evil thoughts generated by the spirit control. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the black color on the Fire Cube was a little darker than yesterday.

In the following time, he began to release his gold-devouring ability with all his strength to devour the essence of iron until his spiritual power was exhausted.

At this time, half of the refined iron ingot had been consumed, and it only took three hours.

He continued to absorb the essence of the gold spirit coins, visualized the golden light spell, and released the power of gold devouring. When the fine iron ingots were almost consumed, Clown felt a sense of relief and joy in his heart. He knew that the spirit control technique must have advanced.

Sure enough, it only took him one minute and twelve seconds to devour the essence of an ingot of fine iron.

When all the fine iron ingots were consumed, he felt that there was still some spiritual power left in the Fire Cube.

After sweeping up the debris in the room and gathering them together, Crown sat on a chair and summoned a golden wall.

[Spirit Controlling Technique: 11/7000; Level 2] (Greatly enhances the effect of controlling spirits and reduces the consumption of controlling spirit power, slightly speeding up the speed of generating controlling spirit power.) The advanced effect is simple and unpretentious, maintaining the fine tradition of being practical. From a small enhancement to a large enhancement, plus an additional small special effect, perhaps it can help him save some gold spirit coins.

He entered the sea of ​​consciousness and sensed the time hourglass. When he realized that the sand of time was overflowing, he was able to release twenty-one minutes of bullet time, greatly increasing his endurance in high-intensity combat.

At the same time, the Sands of Time is enough to release two brief moments of time standing still.

After checking out the new effects of the upgraded Soul Controlling Technique, Clown began to examine the results of his hard work for most of the night.

He cast Armor Condensation, and a thin silver armor wrapped around one and a half knuckles of his right index finger. With a thought, the silver armor immediately disappeared and reappeared on the back of his other hand.

As long as he wanted, the armor could quickly appear anywhere on his body.

Clown's happiness did not last long, and his face soon fell. He calculated that this tiny bit of armor cost him two and a half gold spirit coins for materials, and another two gold spirit coins to accelerate the generation of spiritual power.

At this rate, the little money he had left was not enough, and he only had thirty-nine Gold Spirit Coins left.

He had no idea how long it would take to form a full body alloy armor. With mixed feelings, Clown had a headache. He needed to put making money on the agenda. It seemed that no matter which world he was in, he would have to worry about a few pieces of silver.

He chanted the Golden Light Mantra for two cycles, and after clearing away the evil spirits and bad thoughts that had increased due to his continuous use of the spirit control power, he began to rest.

. . . .

The next day, Clown was bathing in the morning sun and meditating on the Golden Light Mantra. The priest was very considerate when he helped them find a house and found this sunny room for them.

After the morning hour, he prepared a simple breakfast, the ingredients of which had already been simply prepared by Del.

Although the food is simple, the portions are quite large. The appetite of a second-level extraordinary person and a first-level extraordinary person is still astonishing.

After breakfast, Crown hurried out and went to the nearby blacksmith shop again.

As he entered the gate, he shouted, "Boss, give me another 500 pounds of fine iron ingots."

The bald and muscular shop owner who had greeted us with a smile yesterday came out with a stern look on his face: "Not for sale."

"What do you mean? You're not even happy with me spending money?" Klauen asked suspiciously. What businessman would sit around and wait for money to be earned? Unless he wants to raise the price.

"Boy, are you here to cause trouble? Why did you buy so many refined iron ingots? You have already bought 600 pounds of goods from me in the past two days."

The boss looked him up and down, wondering if he was a competitor who came to cause trouble, because the shop was running low on refined iron ingots.

If a customer wants to order a batch of armor, weapons, etc., there may not be enough iron ingots.

"For my own use, you must have misunderstood something," Klauen frowned, "If you weren't the blacksmith shop closest to my home, I wouldn't buy from you at all."

The boss touched his shiny scalp and asked: "Are you really not a troublemaker?"

"I don't have time to make you uncomfortable," Crown drew out the long sword he carried with him.

The boss was startled by his action, and hurriedly stepped back to take down a standard long sword from the wall and roared: "Don't mess around, this is a place where the law is enforced."

Several apprentices rushed out from the back of the shop. Seeing this situation, they took down their weapons from the wall and confronted Clown together.

(End of this chapter)