Chapter 83: Change...Change sex?! "...From...
"...Since then, there's been no trace of Xiaoyu," Chen Long said. "Dad also tried to use magic to find her, but it seems she blocked it."
"Did you hear everything clearly, great scientist?" The player poked the communication tool on the table, and a close-up photo of Wille Di appeared there.
"Even if you say so..." Emperor Weil stared intently, documenting the information he had heard. "This suddenly involves unknown territory for me. This person is not as easy to find as you think. Give me a little more time."
Magic is just a power similar to the Flame of Death. Willdi, an extreme supporter of science, firmly believes this.
"Chen Long, you should speak more completely. How can you just gloss over important things in one sentence?" After hearing what Chen Long said, his father hit him hard on the head with his finger, as a punishment for not speaking comprehensively.
"Ouch!" Chen Long cried out in pain, rubbing his red head. He complained, "Dad, why didn't I tell you everything? Wasn't everything I said quite clear?"
Tru looked at Chen Long sympathetically.
The old man ignored Chen Long's complaints and added to the players who were watching the excitement with great enthusiasm, "The tattoo on Xiaoyu's body is the symbol of a great demon."
"The power of demons will gradually erode people's minds, turning them towards evil. Although it seems nothing has happened yet, as time passes, Xiaoyu and the shadow army she controls will sooner or later cause some major chaos."
"The spell collection taken away by the Shadow Legion is a book of demons. It records a lot of demon magic and possesses extremely powerful power." Dad said, taking out a picture - it was a photo of the spell collection, and there were traces of blue ink pen on the cover that Xiaoyu had made by hand.
"This is the Spell Encyclopedia. The tattoo on Xiaoyu's body looks exactly like the big demon on the cover of the Spell Encyclopedia."
Just when Dad wanted to take back the photo, suddenly...
"Wait a moment!"
Emperor Wei Er stopped his father from trying to take the photo back and narrowed his eyes, "Let me take a closer look at this photo."
"? What's wrong with this photo?" The player took the photo from his father and placed it in front of Willdi so that he could see it more clearly. "Are there any clues?"
"..." Willdi said nothing, only concentrating on typing away on the keyboard. When the player finally gave in to his sleepiness and began to yawn, he excitedly said, "Done! I found the clue!"
"What what?" Everyone came over.
"Hehe." Willdi pushed his glasses, smiled proudly, and showed everyone the results of his hard work.
"A week from now, a secretive banquet will be held in San Francisco, USA—a gathering of psychics, wizards, and other special people. This should be related to the magic you mentioned."
Without waiting for his father to refute, Wille continued, "This banquet requires real-name participation. Participants must inform the organizers of their strengths and experience, and the organizers will determine whether they are qualified to attend the banquet. Once they meet the requirements, the men in black will deliver the invitation to their door."
"I found the invitation letter sent by the organizer, and saw the tattoo you mentioned on it." Weierdi clicked on the big screen and showed a picture of the banquet invitation letter.
"Hey! It's the symbol of the great devil Tara." Dad wiped his glasses, took a closer look, and exclaimed in confirmation.
"It seems that at least we don't need to confirm the authenticity of this banquet. Kola!" Cola Nero bubbled beside Verdi.
"Oh, by the way, it's worth mentioning that the participants of this banquet are limited to women, and they must wear clothing that can show off their female curves." Wille added.
"Why is there such a request?" Lal Mirchi frowned and looked serious.
"Uh, let me see...it seems to say the reason..."
"Because the organizers of the banquet were recently deceived by a man dressed as a woman, they've temporarily changed the rules to prohibit men from attending." Kola Nero read the small print on the invitation word by word, stroking his chin and sighing, "Such willful and spontaneous behavior, really a bit like a little girl. Kola!"
"A man in women's clothing..." Chen Long's expression was indescribable.
Strange? Why did he feel so familiar?
"Tattooed symbols..., a banquet for special people...men in black..."
"It seems that the purpose of holding this banquet is to find someone who can help the Shadow Queen translate the spell book." Dad thought for a moment and made a judgment, "We have to find a way to sneak in."
"The Holy Lord won't give up this opportunity. He will definitely try every possible way to sneak in, so... we have to find a way to deal with the Holy Lord."
"Only women..." The player looked at himself and then at Lal Mirchi, his eyes shining.
Ohhhh, Miracle Player and Miracle Lal!
Lal Mirchi, who felt itchy all over and felt very uneasy, said: "..."
"Wow--" Colonero whistled happily, taking advantage of the fact that Lal Milch couldn't hit him.
"Ahem, Mr. Chen, may I ask what the Holy Lord is doing again...?" Feng saw that the situation was not good and quickly changed the subject.
"I almost forgot to tell you this." Dad finally remembered, "The Holy Lord is the Fire Demon, one of the eight ancient demons. He has a sinister and cunning personality, but his body has been sealed away. Now his soul resides in a man named Valon."
"He's the former leader of that trio."
"Indeed, the Holy Lord was probably behind this attack," Chen Long nodded in response. "He previously sent out the Black Shadow Corps to prevent me from obtaining the Spell Collection, but now the Black Shadow Corps has..."
"It has been stolen away by Queen Xiaoyu." The player consciously put an end to Chen Long's statement.
"How cool." The player's eyes sparkled - those were an inexhaustible supply of subordinates!
They don’t even cost you a penny!
"The Holy Lord is now without the Shadow Legion, and only has those three or two subordinates. Isn't he very weak? Can't we just go to his house and force the Holy Lord to translate for us? Or ask him to hand over the method to deal with the Shadow Legion or something, maybe we can solve the problem once and for all." The player was eager to come up with one idea after another, and he couldn't wait to make a big move!
But then the old man said something that made the player give up this idea. "There is only one copy of the spell encyclopedia in the world, and there are no copies. Besides, the Holy Lord has lived for many years and knows countless spells. He is also quite insidious and cunning, so he is not easy to deal with."
"Forget it then." The player's interest faded quickly. Furthermore, the player's ultimate goal was still Queen Xiaoyu.
"Then we should discuss how to deal with the Holy Lord next, right?" Skarlu, who tacitly agreed that attending the banquet had nothing to do with him, became somewhat interested in the Holy Lord who had no body but whose soul could float in the human world.
"Indeed." Feng nodded gently and said, "If it must be a female, then we'll have to trouble Lal and Aurora."
"Wait a minute—" The player looked at the several handsome young men present and proposed an idea. "Although only women are allowed to attend, if a man turns into a woman and attends this party, they won't know, right...?"
Looking at the increasingly terrified faces of several male NPCs, the player spoke slowly.
"That's true." The old man, who was thinking about the formula of the potion to be used against the Holy Lord, nodded subconsciously, not knowing what he agreed to.
Wow——
As the disciple of the great wizard, Dad's words were quite credible to outsiders like them. So...
"Since dad said so, it means that all I have to do is become a woman." The outgoing player has already learned to call people in the same way as Chen Long.
"It's a real-name invitation system. As expected, the more people who sign up, the better. It would be terrible if Lal and I were eliminated and no one else could get in." The player muttered softly, pulling out a prop card and conjuring it into something real. He smiled maliciously at Lal Mirchi standing beside him, "Sister Lal, do you want to join us?"
"?"
Lal Milch took the biscuits handed to him by Aurora and looked at them, stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Skarlu and Feng.
"That sounds like a good idea." The serious-looking woman now smiled slightly.
"..." Feng, smelling danger, retreated calmly and hid behind Chen Long.
Chen Long looked confused: "?"
"Huh? Sister Lal? Sister Aurora? What are you doing?" Scarlu, who was eating snacks, was unaware of the danger and kept asking questions.
"Are the snacks delicious, Scarlu?" the player asked.
"Delicious! It tastes a bit like the cookies made by Sister Luche!" Scarlu ate them happily, one bite at a time.
"I have a cookie that tastes even better. Would you like to try it?" the player asked cautiously and patiently, "It's a new product."
"Really? Then I want to try it!" Scarlu, who was often fed various foods by players, had long lost his original vigilance in this regard.
Although he didn't know why the discussion on how to deal with the Holy Lord suddenly turned into a feeding scene, Scarlu was still happy to try.
Sister Aurora's cooking skills are as good as her love of playing pranks!
"Since you agreed to this yourself, Skarlu, you must be mentally prepared for the consequences." Lal Milch untied the small rope on the biscuit bag.
"What? What are the consequences? Isn't this a food tasting?" Looking at the two people's posture, Scarlu finally realized that something was wrong.
"No... wait a moment!" Scarlu stepped back step by step until he was against the wall.
"Hehehe, it's too late!" The player picked up a cookie and stuffed it into Scarlu's mouth, laughing. "Just be a good boy and change from Scarlu's little brother to Scarlu's little sister!"
"What?! No!!! Mmmmm!" Scarlu's face was filled with horror as he struggled desperately, but it was too late.
"I don't want to become Scarlett's little sister!!!"
"Huh." Feng, who escaped the disaster, sighed with some relief.
"Idiot." Unable to bear it any longer, Willdi hung up the phone.
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