Eleazar, who was standing in the store looking at the letters, suddenly turned back.
Hurriedly, he gathered his things and opened the door of the store, welcoming in Fina, who was standing playfully outside.
"What's wrong?"
Fina bristled, "Had a fight with dad and got kicked out."
"This ..."
Glancing across the street at the tailor's store that had already turned out the lights, he could only reassure, "I've heard that there's a period of time when people become grumpy in middle age, so don't fight with your loved ones haha."
Fina gently took his hand, "Uh-huh."
Feeling the sudden warmth and softness, Eleazar looked at her and smiled.
"What for!"
"You look preoccupied, is there something you want to say to me?"
Looking into eyes as dark and deep as the stars, Fina inclined her head away.
"Not at all!"
On the second floor of the tailor's store, looking at the black cat that was desperately scratching at the window, Fioz sighed.
"Eleazar, would it kill you to be frank?"
...
In the alchemy lab, Eleazar concocted two more potions to stabilize the body for tomorrow and the day after.
"That guy, hurry up and die over here, it's making it so I can't even configure magic potions."
As he was complaining, voices came from outside.
"Where did you leave my clothes!"
Eleazar hurriedly gathered his things and made his way out of the basement, closing the door behind him and pulling the bookcase back to cover it before finally opening the unlocked door to his room and hurrying out.
Arriving at the second-floor bedroom, Fina, wrapped in a bath towel, was bent over and rummaging around in the closet.
"What are you doing hiding my clothes in there like that!"
Eleazar opened his mouth to speak.
"Nana, when I used to be at home, I used to feel weird when I opened my closet every day and all I saw were women's clothes..."
Fina turned her head and blanked him.
"Get out, I need to change!"
"Oh..."
Eleazar backhanded the door to his room.
"Rascal! Rascal!"
Across the street at the tailor's store, the black cat that was licking its fur suddenly froze and slowly raised its paw to cover its eyes.
...
The next day, Eleazar woke up quietly, kissed his still-sleeping Cymbeline, and then quickly walked downstairs to the alchemy lab to drink a potion to once again stabilize the Transcendental Activity that was about to go berserk.
"Whew!"
As if relieved, he looked around at the silence of the material.
Experiencing the life of a low-ranking transcendentalist for half a month.
If there was no magic potion to stabilize the Transcendent Activity, he didn't dare to imagine at all what kind of scene it would be like to sit and eat empty mountains.
It's no wonder that those lower-ranked Transcendents who can no longer take magic potions are forced to hook up.
Contemplatively, he went back upstairs, got two random breakfasts, and ate them while looking at the letters he hadn't finished reading yesterday.
Signed: Rhine-Berlante
That naturalist druid.
Most of the letters were greetings and a few side questions, which were followed by the realization that he never wrote back.
Eleazar mused, finishing his breakfast and writing a random reply before stepping out to the end of the shopping street and plunging it into the mailbox.
Back at the store, Fina, who was also up, was already huffing and puffing her way through breakfast.
Eleazar laughed dryly and went up and coaxed for a long time.
Ended up accompanying her for another day in a town that was becoming a bit of a stranger.
In the evening, after dropping her off back at the tailor's store, Eleazar looked a little worried.
He was already regretting letting that witch come over.
But that guy is in the car by now right...
This vacation is probably going to be a very thrilling one.
What excuse should I use if I'm accidentally caught then?
Eleazar mused, picking up at the station early on the third morning.
After another long wait, the train slowly entered the station, and before it had even come to a complete stop, an impatient figure had jumped down, boosted a few more steps, and bounced onto him.
"Is this Mr. Prince's hometown!?" Evelea, whose face was unusually excited, wrapped her arms around his neck and looked left and right curiously.
"Nothing special, just an ordinary town."
Eleazar untied her and gave her a warning knock on the head, "Just to be clear, you're only here to be transparent."
"Oooh..."
Evelea covered her head and rolled her eyes in resignation.
Bringing the witch back to the store like a thief, Eleazar quickly closed the door.
"Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"
"I want to eat orange spaghetti~"
Eleazar glared at her in dismay, "Nothing of the sort!"
Went to the kitchen and warmed up a random loaf of bread and fried two eggs.
By the time it was served, the witch was gone.
"Hey, don't go through my stuff!"
"Check it out, there's a black cat upstairs!"
Eleazar raised an eyebrow, "You're in arrears again aren't you?"
"No lie, there really is a cat in the window!"
After waiting half a day and not seeing the man come down, Eleazar picked up a spoon and walked up the stairs.
In the room, the witch stood in front of the window, as if teasing something.
Hearing footsteps coming from behind, she turned back and said, "Look, this cat is so good~"
Eleazar comes up behind her and slowly raises the spoon.
"Where's the cat?"
Evelea quickly turned around to see that the black cat that had just plopped down in front of the window and left her to jerk it off was nowhere to be seen.
"Huh?" She scratched her head in confusion, seeing that that spoon was about to come knocking down and that she was going to be beaten if she couldn't turn into a cat, so she quickly stood on her tiptoes and moved closer to his ear to pull the same trick.
"Meow~"
Eleazar watches with a blank expression as she finishes her performance and knocks down a spoon.
"Meow your ass, hurry up and go finish eating and get to business."
"Oooh... There really was a cat just now~"
After breakfast, Eleazar leads the witch to the door of the lab.
"Be careful, don't release your spirituality later, be careful of being affected."
When he finished, he pushed the bookcase away and opened the basement door.
All of a sudden, an unrivaled darkness came over her, and the witch paled on the spot and took a few steps back, her body shaking.
"Wow, this pressure from the top sequence is just like the hidden rooms I've seen at the coven!"
Eleazar glanced at her.
"Scared?"
"Hmph, what am I afraid of when they're all dead and made into specimens!"
The words were said, but she didn't dare to release her spirituality to sense the surrounding at all.
As she walked into the lab, the doors closing and the light dimming, she crept closer to Eleazar and grabbed the corner of her coat.
Stepping down a ladder about 2 meters high, the taller-than-human material rack by the wall slowly came into view.
Several horrific heads, half human, half ghost, slowly turned and gazed at the new visitors.
"Lords of Deepwater, Monarchs of Overeaters, Dreadlords..."
"Dragon Crystal, Shadow Touch, Star Realm Larva..."
These top-notch specimens of dark creatures, even in death, exuded an aura that was once invincible, and it sent a chill down her spine.
"Don't be offended if I tell you the truth haha."
The witch gave him a cautious look.
"This material bottle, it's a standardized container on the Shadow Council side, I've seen it at the Coven ..."