Chapter 181 180. Leader of the Expert Group
"Aidin, do you know Chis?"
The words that suddenly appeared in his mind made Aidin, who was sitting at the table, freeze up. It was two full seconds before his tense nerves relaxed.
"Chis?" Aidin tried to keep his thoughts steady, quickly searching for this abrupt word in his memory, but finally shook his head slowly, "Sorry, boss, I haven't heard of this word. It sounds like... the name of something? Or a place name?"
"A general term for a type of monster." Lin Jun's voice sounded again in the depths of his consciousness, concise and affirmative.
"As for the monsters..." Aidin's mind immediately became active, "I should be able to find relevant information in the guild. I can go collect it."
After thinking for a while, Lin Jun rejected Aidin's proposal to collect information.
Qis... This thing is 99% likely not a monster native to the Amethyst Dungeon.
If Aidin rashly investigates at this moment, there will be some doubts.
After humans, there will be some "expert group" going into the deep zone. What if they bump into this Qisi down there, and happen to find out that Aidin had inexplicably inquired about it before the "expert group" went down...
How would Aidin explain it?
How could he predict the changes in the deep area?
Failure to explain will cause problems.
As Lin Jun's important spy in the guild, Aidin cannot be exposed because of such a small matter.
After all, Chiss isn't that important.
The conversation at the conscious level ended, and the lingering "voice" completely disappeared, but Aidin did not move immediately.
He maintained his original posture, staring at the tweezers in his hand as if studying its shape.
The only sounds in the room were the occasional crackling of the wood fire in the fireplace and the distant and vague hustle and bustle of the market outside the window.
Time flowed in silence. After a full five minutes, he finally seemed to break free from some deep meditation, and his shoulders sank almost imperceptibly.
Although they have communicated many times, he obviously still cannot adapt to the way of communicating with the "Lord of Puji".
Aidin picked up the tweezers made of star wood heart at hand.
This material has a natural affinity for magic that is almost unimpeded, making it an ideal choice for making precise magic props or engraving microscopic magic arrays.
But Aidin has other uses for it now.
He spread his left palm upwards, and could see some intertwined mycelium patterns.
Two crystal clear, translucent hyphae were entangled together, forming a tiny hard knot.
Aidin held his breath and concentrated, aiming the cool and smooth tip of the star wood tweezers at the intersection, then gently closed them, and the intersection broke with a sound.
He carefully swapped the heads and tails of the broken hyphae so that they were smoothly aligned.
Then, the tip of the tweezers accurately touched the broken surface, and a faint trace of magic power smoothly passed through the star wood.
Under the nourishment of magic, the mycelium continued to connect tightly, as if it had never been separated.
The original tangled knot disappeared, and the mycelium in that area became smooth and flat.
These hyphae that have fused with his flesh and blood grow freely and without any order, and if one is not careful, they will form irregular bumps on the skin surface.
These raised points are usually harmless, but if they are accidentally touched by others, the strange touch will be exposed.
His illusion can perfectly deceive the vision, making the skin look smooth as usual, but it cannot erase the real touch.
Therefore, Aidin could only "prune" and "regraft" in this way over and over again like a meticulous gardener, trying his best to straighten out and smooth out every hyphae.
Make sure that even if someone touches you accidentally, they will only feel the texture of your skin or a slight bump, without arousing suspicion.
Knock knock——
There was a knock on the door.
"who?"
"Mr. Aidin, the materials you applied for are ready. You can go to the warehouse to pick them up at any time." The voice of a guild staff member came from outside the door. It was a young girl with a cheerful tone.
"Got it. I'll get it right away."
The moment the response came, Aidin raised his right hand, and a soft and restrained magic halo silently lit up in his palm. The light was not dazzling, like flowing moonlight.
Gently stroke the palm of your left hand, and all traces of mycelium disappear instantly.
In the blink of an eye, what appeared before our eyes was a pair of flawless hands that would amaze any artist.
Aidin opened the door and saw a young female staff member standing outside holding a registration book.
She looked a little nervous, her cheeks slightly red, and her eyes quickly dodged when they met Aidin's face, but she couldn't help but secretly raised her eyelashes to peek again, like a curious little deer.
Aidin kept a gentle smile on his face, but sighed silently in his heart.
If it were in the past, he wouldn't mind spending some time with this girl to savor the taste of "love".
Now?
Haha, taking the initiative to touch others, what’s the difference between that and complaining about your life?
His ascetic life had accumulated a lot of pressure in his heart, and it was not until he got the batch of materials that he felt happy from the bottom of his heart.
President Far was the main force that led Aidin to his current situation. It would be impossible to say that Aidin had no complaints in his heart.
But he also had to admit that this young master was really generous to those who worked for him and was not stingy at all when it came to spending money.
Aidin applied for a batch of materials on the grounds that they were props needed for the next operation.
Now I see that the number of materials has not only not decreased, but is about 20% more than what was applied for.
In this regard, Aidin can only sigh: "It's great to be rich!"
Given Aidin's current situation, it is impossible for him to really focus on dealing with the boss, so these materials actually have other uses.
In addition to a part of the material used to confuse the audience, the main part is used to make an anti-detection prop.
He didn't want to run into a guy with reconnaissance skills one day and have him easily find out his fatal secret...
He had just carried a pile of materials into the room when he was called out again.
This time the one who called him was Fifteen.
"You mean the reply has arrived?" Aidin asked.
Fifteen nodded: "Waiting for you to read the letter."
The reply was naturally from Inanna. Last time, after he wrote the "call for help" letter as requested by the boss, he never received any follow-up, which made him nervous for a long time.
Unexpectedly, the reply came nearly ten days later.
When I arrived at the meeting room, I found that Solarin was not there. The letter was placed on the table. The recipient was me. The president and others obviously hadn't opened it yet.
Aidin didn't know what kind of person Inanna was, but the letter was sent in the joint name of himself and the guild. The boss's existence was only hinted at, so he thought the reply would not be without any concealment, right?
When I opened it, I felt relieved. There was no word directly referring to "boss" in the letter. The whole letter revolved around "support".
However, as his eyes scanned the paper line by line, Aidin's brows became tighter and tighter, almost twisted into a knot.
"What does the letter say?" Farr asked.
"They said they would send someone to help, but..."
"But what?"
"With the Duke's consent, she will personally lead the support and accompany the 'expert team'. The letter also specifically states that the leader of this 'expert team' is... His Excellency Elwyn Slain..."
"Sword Saint!?"
"Master is coming!?"
Farr and Fifteen exclaimed at the same time.
The difference is that Farr was a surprise, while Fifteen was horrified…
(End of this chapter)
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