During the time when Shendu and Drago were shedding tears, four regular customers—Rayleigh, Doflamingo, Big Big Wolf, and Morgana—arrived at the tavern one after another.
Amidst the tears, the tavern gained a livelier atmosphere. Doflamingo updated Morgana about the outcomes of spreading corruption and freedom over the past few days.
Rayleigh, grinning, patted Big Big Wolf on the shoulder, remarking, "When Drago returns to normal, he'll definitely have you in his grip."
Big Big Wolf paused, "Why's that?"
"If it weren't for your invention, he wouldn't be in this state," Rayleigh chuckled.
Upon hearing this, Big Big Wolf's heart skipped a beat. Promptly, he made a silent vow.
"I must craft several more bottles of the Heart-Softening Spray today to keep Drago in this state! It's for the safety of His Majesty..."
Decided, Big Big Wolf retrieved a belt and strapped it around his waist, informing Ron, "This is the Transformation Belt. When worn, it can morph the user into any item!"
As he finished speaking, a beam of light shot from the belt's center, illuminating a nearby chair. In a swift turn of events, Big Big Wolf transformed into an identical chair, asking with a smile, "Boss, how's my invention?"
Witnessing this bizarre sight, everyone at the bar's pupils contracted. This was perhaps a bit too outrageous—transforming into a living being?
Shendu rubbed his chin in disbelief, commenting, "This belt's ability is akin to the Monkey Talisman, but there are some disparities."
The Transformation Belt morphs the user into something they see, while the Monkey Talisman has the capacity to turn a target, even an object, into a living creature.
However, there was an evident limitation—it couldn't transform into anything other than an animal. This was precisely why Ron had never opted for the Monkey Talisman.
Morgana stood up slowly and, after circling around the chair transformed into Big Big Wolf, expressed amazement, "It can alter an object's structure while keeping its life consciousness intact. Fascinating! Sell me this invention, and I'll pay a hefty price!"
Boom...
A faint muffled sound, followed by a puff of smoke, emanated from the chair, and Big Big Wolf reverted to his original form, shaking his head slightly, "Sorry, I can't sell it to you. As agreed, I can only sell it to Ron."
Morgana persisted, offering a high price, "I'll give you two copies of genes, can you reconsider?"
"Apologies," Big Big Wolf declined, handing the belt to Ron.
"Rem, roast five sheep for Big Big Wolf to take with him," Ron called out to the kitchen after receiving the belt, then added with a smile, "The props are excellent. Even without these props in the future, I'll continue to provide you with sheep."
"Thank you, boss," Big Big Wolf expressed his gratitude. From that moment, he and his family wouldn't worry about meat for a lifetime. Furthermore, he could bid farewell to the pan forever.
"Ron, sell me the belt~" Morgana dashed to the bar counter, shaking Ron's arm persistently, her mature voice tinged with coquetry.
Ron couldn't resist. This was Sister Yu, who still knew how to coax!
"Alas..." Ron sighed softly, unable to resist, "What can you offer?"
"Don't tease me with those genes," Morgana pointed her sharp chin, then, after pondering, suggested, "How about the Suyin dagger? It's rare to find material like that."
Ron didn't immediately agree but consulted the system:
"How many points can be exchanged for the Suyin Dagger and the Transformation Belt?"
[Ding, the Suyin Dagger can be exchanged for two thousand points!]
[The Transformation Belt can be exchanged for 800 points!]
Upon receiving the system's response, Ron smiled and handed the belt to Morgana, saying, "It's yours."
However, at the moment of the exchange, Morgana felt something amiss, as if she had been tricked.
"It feels like I've been fooled..."
Swiftly, Morgana whispered into Ron's ear, "How about giving it to me for free? I'll repay you generously!"
Ron's face darkened at her last suggestion. He firmly resisted the temptation. "No, you still owe me for a drink."
Morgana sighed softly in disappointment, returning to her seat.
Ron also seemed somewhat regretful. "If you offered more, maybe I'd have agreed. I do have a flexible bottom line!"
At that moment, the tavern's door creaked open, and Homelander entered with a somber expression, holding a stack of reagents. Something was clearly amiss with him; despite his eyes flashing with rage, he seemed hurt.
"Here, this is Compound V," the man handed the item to Ron. "Tell me, why in the world did Soldier Boy want to kill me?!"
Ron explained softly, "Firstly, you were born with his seed, Soldier Boy is only your biological father."
"As an elderly Soldier Boy, he likely lacks understanding and has very weak feelings for you. After all, there weren't even cell phones back then."
Pausing for a moment, Ron took a bottle of wine from the bar and handed it to Homelanderer, continuing, "Secondly, his machismo is nearly pathological."
"As his son, your emotional state is highly unstable, often crying and breaking down..."
"So, to make Soldier Boy believe you're an incompetent nuisance, why not kill him and start afresh?"
Upon hearing these words, Homelander stood there in stunned silence.
"I'm is his biological son! Even if you haven't met before, there's no need to resort to killing each other over such a trivial matter, right?!"
homelander seemed on the verge of shedding tears, his gloominess felt almost palpable. The words—sissy, crying, breaking down—seemed to turn into sharp-edged swords, piercing his heart.
He had once fantasized about a happy reunion with his son, taking him to meet his father. However, it all remained a mere fantasy.
As Homelander was engulfed in grief and anger, Morgana interrupted, asking with a smile, "How did you manage the task I assigned to you?"
Her entrance was assertive, devoid of any acknowledgment as "queen." This signaled a judgment: the previous punishment must have been too lenient; immediate breaking of a leg seemed more fitting!
Homelander shivered with fear upon hearing Morgana's familiar voice. Memories of being dominated by her surged back, instilling an instant terror. Without hesitation, he swiftly rose, bowing ninety degrees, and explained, "I apologize, Your Highness! Yesterday, I had a confrontation with my alleged father at the heroes' gathering. I had to obtain Compound V for my boss, so I didn't have time to propagate your ideas!"
Morgana was content with his submission and didn't delve deeper, stating, "Don't let this happen again."
Exhaling a sigh of relief, the man sat down, asking, "Boss, where is my wine?"
Ron had indeed promised it: a bottle that could make the crescent moon ascend five meters into the sky, granted once Compound V was obtained. The plan? To drink fresh milk, ascend to the rooftop, have a crescent moon soar, and then deliver a series of speeches for attention. That's the essence of life!
"That's the bottle I just handed you," Ron replied with a smile. But as he finished speaking, a faint sense of something amiss crept in.
Suddenly, a realization struck Ron, "Did you mention the heroes' exchange meeting just now?"