With a creaking sound, Midris transformed into the female form of Dark WarGreymon again.

However, compared to before, her body shape is now more feminine, and even the part that should have been the dinosaur's head has become softer.

The power of the dragon pattern manifested on the black shield behind her, and gray marks began to appear on the originally empty black shield.

The outermost layer of this mark is an equilateral triangle, and inside is an inscribed circle tangent to all the sides.

A line segment is perpendicular to the midpoint of the equilateral triangle, perfectly dividing the triangle and the circle.

If Carl were here, he would probably exclaim "Deathly Hallows!", because this mark is exactly the same as the Deathly Hallows mark in "Harry Potter".

"Miss Mitrice, what would you like for breakfast this morning?"

As Midrice's changes finally stabilized, V, who had made the noise just now, finally spoke.

Mitris was stunned for a moment, then replied in a hoarse voice: "Just be like Nia and the others."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was surprised to find that her current condition was actually pretty good. If the battle was not too intense, she could even maintain this state for an hour or two.

V, who was standing by, turned around and left the hall after getting a clear reply, and asked the Yueling maids to prepare breakfast.

Mitris sat in the hall blankly, trying to figure out how long she could last in this state.

Time passed quickly, and two and a half hours later, Carl returned to the bastion from the arsenal on the lower level.

Hope and the others had already gotten up at this time, and when they saw Carl, they quickly led Carl to the living room.

"Look, Mitris has persisted for more than two hours this time. She seems to have mastered the trick of this transformation!"

Following Hope's instructions, Carl looked up and found that Midris was indeed standing in the living room in her transformed spirit form.

V considerately handed over a towel, wanting Carl to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Karl looked up, took the towel and wiped it briefly.

"Do you feel something is wrong? Won't the powers clash?"

Realizing that the other party seemed to have persisted for a long time, Carl hurried forward to ask.

"Thanks to you, it's much better than last time. I..."

Intentionally guiding Carl's position, Mitris tried to expose the lip print on the back of Carl's neck.

But the three people standing behind Carl seemed not to notice the bright red lip marks. They all looked at Mitris, waiting for her to continue.

'What happened? They didn't see it?'

Seeing that Hope and others did not grab Carl to ask, Midris had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue talking.

"I use the Eternal Death Sect's..."

After briefly introducing to everyone the principle of how the transformation could last so long, Midris did not get anxious. She remained calm and continued to guide Carl to turn around.

But the two of them stood there for a long time, and Hope and the others looked indifferent.

In the end, everyone decided to go to the restaurant to eat for fear of wasting time.

Mitris took the opportunity to cancel her transformation, but apart from a brief moment of weakness, her body quickly recovered its strength.

'It seems that the last situation was indeed caused by the conflict between the negative energy of the spirit itself and the magic of the druid. Damn Carl!'

Just as she was about to leave, Mitris discovered that Carl was half a body length behind the others, and the lip print that should have been unusually bright on the back of his neck was nowhere to be found.

Mitris' pupils shrank. She was just thinking about where the lip print had gone, but she heard Karl using the communication technique to ask in her ear: "Looking for the lip print?"

After a brief pause in her thinking, she replied in a low voice: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Carl's low laughter sounded in her ears again, and then Mitris saw Carl looked back at her and ended the call.

The two of them sat down one after the other, and the whole meal was tasteless to Mitress.

After finishing the meal, everyone started to transport the equipment to the port.

Storm Bay is as peaceful as ever today. Although many well-informed people have learned that Carl is going to conquer Dalkat, everyone seems to have extra confidence in Carl.

When passing by the sports field, Carl also saw some card players who were watching the revival match.

"Although I did create this game, I didn't expect it to be so popular. By the way, did the receptionist Longwen discuss related matters with you?"

Sitting in the transport vehicle which was used as a guest role by a large construct, Carl took advantage of the fact that Hope and the others were not paying attention and started talking in a low voice with Midris again.

"They've already contacted me. The annual income is about ..."

Looking at Carl with a wary face, Mitris thought that Carl was dissatisfied with her control of the business, so she began to show her strong woman side and explained it to Carl.

However, before she could finish her words, Karl interrupted her.

"Hey~, I'm handing the business over to you, which means I have complete confidence in you. Although I was a little wary of you when you were No. 18, I already treated you as my own.

I was wrong about what happened yesterday, but I just wanted to avenge you for almost turning me into a zombie. Let’s forget what happened this morning. Let’s laugh it off now and forget all the grudges!”

Carl stretched out his hand.

Mitris shook hands with Carl hesitantly, and she actually felt a little guilty for playing a prank on Carl this morning.

She was about to apologize, but she saw Karl had stood up and walked away.

So this feeling of guilt was suppressed deep in her heart, causing some impact on Mitris's already precarious conscience.

But she didn't know that Carl, who seemed to have left, was observing her every move with the help of psychic power and the construct's own devices.

When he saw the guilty look on her face, Karl was secretly happy.

'Well, it seems that this PUA was successful. I guess Mitris won't do something similar to me again.

Phew, it was a close call this morning. If V hadn't happened to see the lip print behind me, I wouldn't have been able to wash it off even if I jumped into the Vanern River! '

Recalling the experience of almost getting scammed by a lipstick mark in the morning, Carl gritted his teeth.

In the morning, while wiping his sweat with a towel, he learned about the existence of the lip print from V, so he used the cleaning ability of magic tricks to remove the lip print.

But this is mainly because Mitris's lipstick is just an ordinary version. If the other party prepared the kind of lipstick mixed with alchemical potions that can prevent the cleaning effect of ordinary spells, he would be cheated!

"It is said that it is better to resolve a feud than to create one. I must be more careful next time!"

Karl warned himself secretly in his heart, raised his head and focused his attention outside.

Not far ahead, the port fortress was within reach.

A wooden warship was docked at the dock, waiting for Carl and others to move in.

As a machinist, Carl could recognize the specific material of the wood simply by its color.

This is actually a warship made entirely of bronze and wood! (End of this chapter)