When Igula came out to eat breakfast, he winked at Ash, and Ash understood. After breakfast, Ash walked around and came to Igula's room, where the trickster was already waiting for him.

Yaxiu was not polite at all and sat directly beside him: "What mission did you and An Nan carry out last night?"

"It's a long story." Igula sat on the soft chair, picked up the bottle and poured some sky blue wine into the glass.

Only then did Yaxiu discover that there was a wine cabinet in Igula's room. An Nan was very generous to them in terms of these external enjoyments. Basically, they only needed to tell Banji and the butler would order takeout and deliver what they wanted.

Of course, there is another possibility - the Kingdom of Gospel is a country with greatly developed productivity. Food ingredients such as meat, eggs, milk, and wine have almost become basic materials for social welfare. No matter how much Ash and others eat and drink, it is not a waste, and it even promotes the internal circulation of the Kingdom of Gospel.

The most basic manifestation of all developed societies is food. In the Blood Moon Kingdom, even the lower-class ogres can eat meat every day to be full, so there is no reason why the Gospel Kingdom cannot do the same. If the lower-class civilians here rinse their mouths with red wine, eat steak as a meal, and take a bath with sterilized milk, and the BMI of all people is consistently over 30, Ash will not be surprised at all.

"Where's mine?" Ash asked.

Igula thought about it, took out another wine glass, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water for Ash.

“Better than nothing.”

Ash rolled his eyes at him, took it and drank it all, then Igula said, "That man drank the poison I prepared last night in the same way."

puff!

Ash spat out a mouthful of water, and Igula, who was prepared, waved his hand gently, and wind suddenly blew in the room, blowing the water sprayed by Ash back to him.

"Last night, An Nan took me to an aerial manor in the second-level city." Igula looked at the upside-down city outside and said, "Maybe you think An Nan's home is good? But if you see that manor, you will think it is also a place where poor people live."

"The ceiling is a heat-insulated glass canopy. You can enjoy the brilliance during the day and the starry sky at night. There is a garden in the courtyard that blooms all year round. The owner of the manor seems to be quite interested in alchemical creatures and has specially opened a small zoo full of chimera alchemical beasts."

"The walls, floors and any other places in the manor that are exposed to the air are made of the most expensive miracle building materials. They are powered by solar energy and automatically maintain the miracle of "cleanliness" at all times. There is no dust in the room and all areas are sterile. The only two servants are two alchemical maids who are almost real people. One is tall and sexy with long black hair, and the other is a cute loli with pink hair. If it weren't for the fact that the psychic magic is ineffective against them, I would never have discovered that they are alchemical creations."

"But there is only one person living in that huge and luxurious manor - his name is Earl Russell. Although the aristocracy system in the Gospel Kingdom has declined, there are still remnants of the old era. Or, in other words, the wealthy people of the new era now hope to be remnants of the old era."

"He looked very young, with fair skin, and was wearing a silk nightgown. But the gloomy tone in his voice and the disgusting look in his eyes when he looked at An Nan were enough to prove that he should have been an old immortal who should have been buried long ago, but he used his power to preserve the quality of his life."

"But what's interesting is that he seems to be more interested in me," Igula spread his hands, "This may be the reason why Miss Annan brought me along - I won't go into the details, you just need to know that we put the owner of the manor to sleep."

"sleep?"

"Yeah, asleep." Igula spun his finger wheel. "According to his physical condition and the life-support facilities we arranged for him, he will probably sleep for five months - and then he will become Harvey's favorite white maggot culture dish. As an important person, his body will definitely attract the Red Hat to visit in five months. But even An Nan doesn't care, so I naturally don't care either. Anyway, our contract will end by then."

"As a reward for helping him fall asleep, An Nan and I chopped off his hands and dug out his eyes, which allowed us to pass the manor's fingerprint and iris verification and enter the secret room. The next step was naturally the free shopping event, but most of it was taken away by An Nan, because most of them were contract documents and bank receipts, which I couldn't cash in."

"The only thing I got was this."

Igula walked to the suitcase he brought back, took out a black velvet box from it and handed it to Ash.

Ash opened the box and found a light red gradient mask inside. It felt almost as smooth as silk but very sturdy. It was very breathable when put on his head, as if he was not wearing it. The mask seemed to have an automatic adjustment function. Three seconds after he put it on, the mask automatically fit the shape of Ash's nose and mouth.

He turned his head and looked at the mirror. With the dark red windbreaker given by Liz, Ash now looked mysterious and ascetic. If he were in a movie or TV series, he would be the kind of villain who could distort people's worldview.

Ash was also very satisfied with this appearance - he commented on himself as 'so handsome that people hope they don't shit'.

"It is said that this is the last work of a Sanctuary Alchemist. Although it does not seem to have any magical power fluctuations, wearing it can resist most mental snooping and greatly increase one's own charm. It is called the "Mind Mask." Igula drank the blue wine lightly and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

“Is this true or false?”

"Anyway, as a psychic, I don't need props to cover my face. My expression is my weapon." Igula really didn't seem to care. "In fact, there aren't many treasures in that secret room that I would like. I just remembered that you needed a mask, so I brought it back."

Ash blinked, took off his mask and said, "So this is the gift you picked out specifically for me?"

"If you want to think so, I have no objection." Igula said casually, shaking the blue wine glass.

A gift just for me?

A gift that only I have?

Igula looked at Ash's expression which was first puzzled, then touched, then a little embarrassed, but finally turned back to puzzled.

The cult leader thought for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at the suitcase in the corner of the room.

Igula raised his eyebrows, stood up and said: "Okay, you should leave, I have something else to do-"

Ash rushed over and opened the suitcase, and found it was filled with black velvet boxes, exactly the same as the ones Igula had just given him.

He turned to look at Igula, pointed at the suitcase and said:

"What are these?"

"…If I said I bought it to put under the bed, would you believe me?"

"So, that manor is fake? Earl Russell is fake too?" Ash said while holding the "Mind Mask". "You just bought this mask for me casually, but in order to increase its value, you made me think that you bought it for me and it was the only gift you gave me, so you made up such a long story?"

Igula shook his head, with a disappointed expression on his face: "Gift, gift. The object is secondary, the key is the gift. If I hadn't added so much meaning to this gift, would you have been so happy just now?"

"If there is no story behind a gift, it is just a cold handicraft. A psychic is someone who gives exciting meaning to every ordinary thing."

"Have you ever seen a magic show? Your behavior is like a child pretending to be smart and loudly exposing the secret of a magic show on stage. This will not only make the performer unhappy, but also make you lose the joy of watching the performance."

Igula taught him earnestly: "Fortunately I don't care, but don't do this again next time, Ash. People will think you can't read the atmosphere."

"Why do you make it sound like I'm wrong? Obviously I'm the victim who was almost deceived by you." Ash said unhappily, "So how many times do you plan to tell this story?"

"Do I look that lazy?" Igula said, "Of course I will tailor a story for each client. A chaotic-good type like Ash will definitely like to hear a cool story about "dirty upper-class people being robbed by their gangs." For a chaotic-neutral necromancer like Harvey, I plan to make up a story about "discovering a torture device stained with the blood of victims while eliminating a gang." As for Liz's story, it will naturally be different..."

"Igula, you are such a green tea."

"Don't betray me." Igula reminded: "I just want to win them over by giving gifts. Don't say that I gave you the mask after you leave. "I only gave you a gift, not anyone else" is a very important point to increase your favorability. "

"I don't want to get involved in your affairs." Ash said unhappily, "I thought... you just mentioned names and details, I almost believed it."

"Honestly, you actually saw through this scam. I think I should reflect on myself." Igula groaned, "After all, I can't even fool you. I really need to optimize the rhythm of the story... Let's go, I have to wait for the next guest."

Ash snorted and left with the mask. But before he pushed the door open and left, he paused and said, "Although, I like this mask very much. Thank you."

"Please, go back and write this down in your diary!" Igula said, "Remember to work hard to repay Mr. Bogin's kindness."

Watching Ash leave the room, Igula went over to pack up the suitcase, closed it, and stuffed it under the bed. He went into the bathroom, filled it with water, and took his morning bath—not just a habit, he had been busy all night last night, and now his whole body was sticky, and soaking in the warm water immediately made him feel like he was in heaven.

After taking a bath and brushing his teeth, Igula subconsciously resonated with the "revelation", and saw white foam leaving a line of words on the mirror -

"Don't let anyone know you're happy"

Igula looked at himself in the mirror with a smile on his face, and was startled for a moment, then he hummed with a smile.