Chapter 219 Pets' Nightlife

Even if Clown wanted to get involved in high-end industries, such as the forging of extraordinary equipment, the refining of advanced potions, etc., he did not have the energy. If he took part in it himself, he would definitely be able to beat other players, but the money he earned would be hard-earned.

In a world with supernatural powers and gods, just trying to make money seems a bit 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 from the industry. What he values ​​is the help that the industry can provide to him in other aspects.

The forge provides high-quality metal ingots, which can be used for its own purposes and can also be supplied to the arsenal to manufacture bullets. These two industries are closely related to his plan.

William quickly wrote down his request and said:

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

Seeing that the patriarch had no intention of speaking again, William stood up with great foresight and bowed, saying:

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

Melissa also stood up and stood behind him.

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

After the two butlers left, Del said in embarrassment:

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

He was a blacksmith who made farm tools and ordinary swords, and he taught himself to read and write later.

After becoming a supernatural being, you will face evil spirits and monsters, and the opportunities to deal with people are not much more than in the village. How can you understand any business tactics?

Clown said jokingly, "As a guard, you are much weaker than me, and you don't know how to run a business. So what can you do? Is it just running errands?"

Del was embarrassed and whispered:

"I am already a second-level spirit master, and my breathing method is also improving rapidly."

"Then you should work harder and become stronger as soon as possible. The days ahead will become increasingly difficult. In addition, after the new parish is established, a training base will also be set up. Then you can bring Janice to the new parish."

Crown reminded the other party subtly that he was a nostalgic person and still had some feelings for this tough and loyal small town blacksmith.

"Very good."

Hearing that he could take his daughter to live with him, Del grinned with joy.

Originally there were five people in the family, but now there are only two people left who depend on each other and they cannot see each other often. He is always thinking about his only blood relative.

Del stood up and said, "I have recently purchased a large amount of boiling blood potion and plan 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 housekeepers left the study, and William said, "This time the master is planning to develop his business, which is our opportunity. We must do it well, so that we can gain more trust.

Please also help plan the industries related to ladies and do some research, I will give you some references.”

Melissa nodded slightly and responded, "Okay, but I can only help you list the relevant industries. You can send someone to do the investigation yourself."

William showed a hint 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 command and give orders to other servants, including the housekeeper.

"hehe."

Melissa chuckled 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 superhuman. Moreover, I am training hard to become a second-level superhuman.

Recently, I feel that the bottleneck is loosening, and I am not far from advancing. If I succeed in advancing, the master of the family promised to train me to become an excellent knight. "

After saying that, Melissa strode away.

William's eyes flickered, and I don't know what he was thinking.

. . . .

That night, Clown refined a drop of sun essence and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

His life has been quite regular recently. He practices breathing techniques and visualizes the Golden Light Mantra in the workshop during the day, and refines the essence of the sun and the moon after returning to his mansion at night.

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

He visualized the Golden Light Mantra three times, and the time came exactly to twelve o'clock. Now he was a true master of time management.

After finishing his visualization, Crown summoned the golden wall and routinely checked the day's harvest.

[Golden Light Mantra: 11316/100000; Level 2]

Unfortunately, after the proficiency of the Golden Light Mantra exceeded 10,000 points, no new skills were gained.

In recent days, he has been wondering if he is too dependent on the golden wall. His skills are becoming more and more proficient, but his own creativity is being constrained.

I got used to being fed by the golden wall and gradually forgot that I could also experiment and create.

He planned to think more about the usage of the Golden Light Spell and explore more applications of this skill.

Seeing that their master no longer chanted the Golden Light Mantra, the two pets who were trying to gain experience stood up from their sitting positions. Buster jumped onto the windowsill and skillfully pushed the window open with his claws.

Fukin grabbed the black cat's body and flew out, out of the mansion and into the shadows of the buildings in the dark night.

The crow's wingspan is nearly one meter, so it can easily bear the weight of the black cat.

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

Crown once asked the pets what they did when they went out at night, and their answers were surprisingly consistent: "Looking for snacks."

He thought it might be possible to catch some small animals that roamed at night. He was a little worried at first. It took a lot of time and resources to raise the two pets into extraordinary ones. If something went wrong, the sunk cost would be too high.

But on second thought, if pets go out and experience various dangers, they can gain more combat experience, which can make up for the fact that I don't have time to train them deliberately.

The two pets usually stay outside for two to three hours and return to the pet room before dawn.

. . . .

Fukin flew low in the sky, feeling the movements of its companion in its claws and changing its own flight direction according to the other's twisting.

A team of curfew patrol officers walked by, and one officer exclaimed, "What the hell!"

His words caused a strong reaction from everyone, and they all felt like they were facing a powerful enemy.

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

The last thing patrolling police officers want is for accidents to happen while they are on duty at night, as they may not be able to handle these accidents independently.

The police officer who exclaimed adjusted his helmet and explained: "I accidentally saw a big bird flying by with a mouse as big as a cat in its grasp."

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

"It's normal for a newcomer to have little experience, but ever since the gray fog appeared in the sky, the rats have indeed grown bigger and bigger, and their temperaments have become very brutal. I heard from my colleagues in charge of the case that there have been several cases of rats attacking humans at night recently."

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

The captain interrupted the officers' discussion and said, "Okay, patrol well."

After the incident, the police officers returned to their night patrols.

“Meow.”

Buster let out a low growl, and Fujin loosened his claws, allowing the black cat to land lightly on the roof.

It trotted across the roof, stopping from time to time to twitch its nose, as if looking for something.

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

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

Fujin swooped down and stretched out his wings to shatter the window glass.

"Snap"

Buster jumped up, jumped onto the glassless windowsill, and crawled in, followed by Fukin.

. . . .

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

She found that her husband was not in a good condition. He was sitting alone in a corner, speaking inexplicable words in a strange accent.

When two children came to him to play games, he was angrily driven away, even though he used to be very gentle to children.

At dinner, her husband sat at the table but did not eat. He looked at her and the children with a scrutinizing gaze.

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

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

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

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

Maybe his co-worker didn't come today, so he had to do the work of two people and was so tired. Alina thought.

She played with the children for a while, and then the whole family went to sleep.

Alina woke up from her sleep with a chill on her face. In the dim light, she found herself tied to a chair with a piece of cloth stuffed in her mouth, and her two children were also tied to the chairs next to her.

She didn't know why she didn't notice when she was tied up. She was a light sleeper and could notice when someone around her turned over.

When she regained consciousness, she found that she was awakened by a basin of 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 stretch and become thinner.

His tongue was able to extend out of his mouth to lick his eyes, and the tip of his tongue was forked.

Sumson's eyes flashed with a green light, and one could see that his pupils had turned into strange vertical pupils.

'Mmmmm.'

Alina let out sobbing sounds, tears blurring her vision.

"It's over."

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

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

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

Alina felt her mind freeze, her whole body trembled, and her tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"Is he going to die? What will happen to the children?"

"Bang!"

The windows were shattered all over the floor.

"Meow"

(End of this chapter)