Chapter 3 What's your name? "Oh, I knew it." Li An...
"Oh, I knew it."
Li An's expression was indifferent, as if she had seen through the hustle and bustle of the world. "How can I get overtime pay according to the Labor Law when I have no base salary and work year-round?"
The black cat had already forgotten why he teleported here angrily in the first place. He chased his tail and turned around twice on the spot, as if to say, "I'm just a little kitten who doesn't understand human language. You can't embarrass me like this."
"Then there must be no psychological compensation."
"Meow~~~~"
"Stop being cute, let's talk business now."
"How are you going to compensate me for my memoirs of youth?"
Black Cat: "What youth memoirs? Isn't that one of your books? Don't you have a lot of books like that?"
Just because she has a lot doesn’t mean she has to give one away!
Li An crossed her arms and squinted at it. "That's the draft book I used when I was young. How can it not be my youth memoir?"
The black cat tugged its tail nervously. After a while, as if it had thought of something, it made a sound like a dead cat not afraid of boiling water.
"Even if you say that, I have nothing to compensate you!"
All the energy is used to maintain the normal operation of the store. If the excess energy from the sacrifice had not just been taken away, it would have entered a dormant state.
Only being able to get 20% of the energy value is enough to barely survive, and is just on the verge of escaping from hibernation, let alone returning to the peak.
It has already started thinking about going out to earn extra money after its energy stabilizes in a few days.
Li An remained unmoved.
Of course she knew that the cat could not give anything, but she had to be polite and instill in it the idea that "you owe me" so that she could quickly gain the upper hand when conflicts might arise.
A cat that can talk and teleport is definitely not an ordinary cat, at least a cat god level, right? Who knows how strong it is in combat, and whether it would be a good outcome in a fight.
The black cat lay on the table dejectedly.
Guests may appear at any time, but its energy will only be consumed without transactions. The only thing to be thankful for is that at least now it will not disappear even if it is consumed to zero.
It cannot guarantee that it is not dormant when the guest appears.
So what if guests show up during Li'an's non-working hours?
"Comrade Cat, there's still one thing we haven't settled."
The black cat raised its face from its paws: "?"
Li An held out his hand, pretending to be mad. "What did Rabbit trade for? Where's my 80%?"
The black cat looked confused: "Didn't you take it already?"
Once a deal is done, it cannot be changed and will be executed according to the established rules. Even for it, the 82-point deal determines that 80% of every harvest is destined to go to the stinky lychees.
Li An suddenly stretched out on the sofa, emptied her mind and looked at the ceiling.
I was just thinking that life as a freelance artist was not easy, but I didn’t expect that life as a shareholder is not easy either.
She couldn't help but wonder: Could this stupid cat have traded for nothing? After all, her draft book wasn't a valuable or rare item.
She grabbed the stupid cat with one hand and began to touch it from its head to the tip of its tail.
The black cat tried to resist, but when he thought about how he didn't have the energy to pay back the debt, he was heartbroken and thought about it for a long time before finally deciding to pay with his body.
Li An was in a calm mood and didn't intend to dwell on the lost draft book - it was indeed not a valuable thing - she had a new problem.
"You know my name, in exchange, I want to know yours."
The black cat let her touch it all over, looking listless: "I don't have a name."
It doesn't need a name, it just is what it is.
Not a thing? Is it a thing?
When the black cat was lost in thought, Li An said, "Then I'll give you a name. What do you want to be called?"
She decided to respect its opinion first and then choose between Xiaobai and the puppy.
The black cat didn't care: "Whatever, the name doesn't matter."
"Okay, whatever."
I suddenly changed my mind. Compared to Xiaobai or Xiaogou, Random sounds quite interesting.
"Alright, Comrade Suibian, don't disturb my rest time."
She put the things on the sofa next to her and got up to pack up the odds and ends in the box.
I don’t know why, it’s already two o’clock in the morning, but I don’t feel sleepy at all.
Suibian was still immersed in deep thought about whether he was anything or not, and had no reaction at all.
Otherwise, it would jump up and say, "It was you who picked me up and petted me, and now I'm disturbing your rest time!"
After avoiding a verbal battle, Li An felt itchy.
She sorted the things in the big box into categories and arranged them neatly. She felt like she was playing a storage game and felt very relaxed.
Until she pulled out a stone from the bottom of the box.
It is not a stone the size of a palm, nor the size of a foot, but a stone as tall as a person.
Where did this thing come from?
Wait, how did she hold this thing in her hand? Li An, who realized belatedly that she had become Popeye, thought as she weighed the stone.
She turned and asked the black cat.
"It is yours, but I don't know what it is."
"As for the increase in strength—"
"You took 80% of the deal, so it's not surprising that you only increased your strength a little bit."
point?
Li An put the stone on the floor and compared her size with the stone. The stone was even bigger than her!
Is that a little bit of power?
She touched the stone and confirmed that it was granite.
Although she had lost the ability to judge weight by feel due to her sudden increase in strength, this thing must have weighed at least two tons.
She didn't know what the world record for weightlifting was, but she guessed it was in kilograms, not tons.
And it's not just increased strength, otherwise even if she could lift it, her body wouldn't be able to support such weight.
It is an all-round improvement of physical fitness.
Eh? So, her not feeling sleepy is also part of the increase in power?
Hmm... so where did this thing come from?
She's never bought any rocks before, right? And it looks a bit like she's doing landscaping...
Wait, isn't that the thing?
She hesitated for once.
When I was in junior high school, the whole school collected money to green the campus...
This might be what her money bought.
But her money probably can't buy so much, so even if someone else has a share, or even if it doesn't belong to her in name, it still counts as hers?
Wow.
She dragged the stone and looked around for a long time, but couldn't find any place in the studio that could accommodate such a large object.
She had no choice but to put the stone on the edge of the workbench and move the things around it to make a blank area.
He casually lay on the sofa and watched her clean up, wagging his tail intermittently.
"You just stand there and watch, and don't even come up to help. You really have no eyes for work at all." Li An scolded it.
casual:?
I don't understand. It's just a poor and helpless little kitten.
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Sakeli stood there blankly holding the book. She didn't know where to go. She could still vaguely hear the voices of the search team, but it seemed that they had just searched and didn't find her, so the main force went to another area.
The stars seemed a little quieter than usual.
She felt that her mood was still affected by the mysterious phenomenon, which made her want to just lie down and take a nap.
Don't have to think about anything, don't have to do anything, just fall into a dream quietly——
The door of the house suddenly opened, and a man rushed out, covered her mouth with his backhand, and dragged her into the house.
Sakeli suddenly woke up from his half-asleep state, hid the book with his sleeve, and his other hand was already grasping the hilt of the knife.
The man didn't say anything, but reached out and drew a few strokes on the back of her hand.
...Oh, it's you.
The rebels were the force that solely facilitated her escape this time.
But it’s not entirely true that Sakori is close to them.
There are many villains in the tower, and the rebels may not be much better. The fact that the forces are hostile to each other does not mean that they are fundamentally different.
At least she hasn't felt anything very different yet.
At most, there were quite a few people in the rebel army who were willing to talk to her.
In the tower, few people are close to her.
Sarkore lowered his eyes, put away the dagger and handed it to the newcomer.
"Your stuff."
Before the rebels handed her the dagger, Sakri had never touched anything more lethal than a dictionary.
It took her a lot of courage to hold the hilt of the knife.
"Shh-"
The man motioned for her to be quiet, took the scabbard and put it back in her palm, and wrote on her wrist.
[Don't talk, there are several investigators nearby]
He didn't turn on the lights, but lit a candle, holding the dim and weak light of the candle in his palm. Even with this little light source, he was worried that he would be discovered.
Sakori couldn't make out any features of the man: he was wearing a mask, gloves, a hood, and a cloak; not an inch of skin was exposed.
None of this meant anything, but secret patterns were engraved on the corners of every piece of clothing.
There is no doubt about that, it is the typical style of the Secret Mark Society.
[The Secret Pattern Society also gets involved in this kind of thing? ]
The man didn't answer, but moved the candle a little further away and turned his back to her.
The light source was already weak, and with this person blocking it, it was basically pitch dark - the curtains were not drawn, and there was no starlight.
The two of them squatted in the corner of the room in silence.
Until the sound of knocking on the glass became intermittent, the guy from the Secret Pattern Society suddenly stood up, extinguished the candle, and walked quickly towards the window.
Even so, the man did not open the curtains, but opened the window lock through the curtains.
Outside the window, someone jumped in.
"Those two people have been diverted. Let's leave now."
We can't kill anyone. If someone dies, Gaota will immediately realize that Sakori has helpers, and will increase the intensity of the pursuit.
Sakri remembered him as the rebel who had given her the dagger.
Although the secret society refused, she still handed the dagger over again.
This thing has little effect on her. She is too weak, lacks endurance, and has no combat experience.
The rebel took a quick look and said, "You can take it. The original owner has no objection."
Sakori tilted his head and looked at the guy from the secret society.
The man said nothing, and as she watched him he silently gathered up the sides of his cloak and wrapped himself up like an egg.
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