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Elliot Randolph was a wealthy man.
After all, he had lived on Earth for so many years. Though he usually kept a low profile, he knew how to enjoy life.
The luxurious villa looked like it cost a fortune.
At this time, bursts of high-pitched female voices came from the master bedroom of the villa. Standing at the door, Michael was feeling a bit depressed.
"You really know how to enjoy life!"
Michael shook his head and knocked gently on the door.
The sudden knock startled the two people in the room.
The woman stopped and asked the slightly overweight middle-aged man in confusion, "Is there anyone else in your family?"
Elliot Randolph shook his head, "Maybe... a guest has arrived. Honey, I'll go check!"
After saying that, Elliot Randolph put on his clothes and cautiously opened the door.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the young man at the bedroom door, Elliot Randolph frowned slightly, "This seems to be my home, and... I didn't invite you here."
"This is indeed your home, but this is also Earth, so... we are both uninvited outsiders, aren't we?" Michael said with a smile. Elliot Randolph's expression changed instantly. He shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave my house immediately, or I will call the police."
"Are you sure... you want to call the police?"
Michael chuckled, and the Berserker's Staff appeared in his hand!
"What's this?"
Elliot Randolph looked at Michael with a puzzled expression, as though he didn't recognize him.
Michael smiled softly, "Professor Elliot Randolph, now that I'm here and have shown you this, wouldn't it be hypocritical to keep pretending?"
Elliot Randolph hesitated for a moment, frowned, and asked, "Who are you?"
"My name is Michael. I think... can we talk?"
"Good."
Elliot Randolph responded indifferently, his earlier surprise and confusion gone. He turned and went back into the bedroom. A moment later, a woman came out of the bedroom. She looked a little unhappy, glanced at Michael, and then left the villa.
"Sorry to interrupt." After the woman left, Michael shrugged apologetically at Elliot Randolph.
Elliot Randolph stared at Michael, surprised, "You... weren't affected?"
He noticed that Michael had been holding the Berserker's Staff. He knew the power of the staff better than anyone, and seeing that Michael hadn't gone into a frenzy made him curious. Even he, an Asgardian, couldn't be unaffected!
"If it had any impact, I think... I wouldn't have come to see you." Michael said with a smile.
Elliot Randolph nodded and asked, "So, you know my identity? I'm curious, how did you know?"
"I've been to Asgard and dealt with the Dark Elves. If you're well-informed, you should know that the Dark Elves' spaceship now belongs to me!" Michael said lightly.
Elliot Randolph's eyes widened in surprise, disbelief written all over his face, "This is impossible. The Dark Elves are extremely powerful. They've been lurking, trying to make a comeback. Unless they all died in battle, there's no way you could have their spaceship!"
"That's about it. I killed Malesky. Now, there's only one Dark Elf left, and he has surrendered to me!"
"I need to calm down."
Elliot Randolph turned around, walked to the wine cabinet, and poured two glasses of wine. He handed one to Michael and drank the other in one gulp. After a moment, he slowly said, "It seems that I'm not well-informed. You... who are you? It's absolutely impossible for an ordinary Earthling to defeat a Dark Elf."
"For me, nothing is impossible!"
Michael chuckled and controlled the ether particles to float around him. Under Elliot Randolph's surprised gaze, they finally turned into a combat suit and attached to his body.
"This is... ether particles!"
Having obtained all the ether particles, Elliot Randolph finally believed that the Dark Elves had been destroyed by Michael.
"Since you have ether particles, the Berserker's Staff should be of no use to you. I don't understand why you came to me." Elliot Randolph asked in a low voice.
"If I remember correctly, you used to be a blacksmith, right? I want you to help me transform the Berserker's Staff and forge it into a pair of swords!" As Michael's voice fell, he already transformed the Berserker's Staff into the shape of a pair of swords.
Elliot Randolph was very surprised. How did Michael know his identity and that he was a blacksmith? He had been hiding his identity all along. Even Asgard didn't know he existed and thought he had died.
"As long as you help me, I will keep your secret and hide your identity. You should know that I am very familiar with Asgard..." Michael said with a smile, his eyes narrowed.
But that smile was clearly a threat to Elliot Randolph.
"I want to help you, but I can't." Elliot Randolph sighed, "There's not enough material. If you want just one sword, maybe, but for two swords, it's definitely not enough!"
"Isn't that enough?"
Michael frowned slightly, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He reached into the system space and pulled out something.
"What about this? Is this enough?"
Elliot Randolph looked down, "Is this Asgardian armor? Where did you get it?"
"I told you, I'm familiar with Asgard!" Michael smiled and asked, "Can the material of this armor be used?"
"Yes, it's possible. Asgard's weapons and armor are basically made from the same material. It should be enough to forge them into twin swords. But if they're forged into twin swords, the magic inside may change a little." Elliot Randolph said with a frown.
"What changes?"
What Michael valued was the ability to increase anger and strength. If that effect was lost, it would be worse than making the twin swords out of ether particles.
"If you change to dual swords, the magic will be divided into two, and the effect will naturally be weakened. In fact, the principle of this magic is very simple: it makes people fearful and then angry. So... unless you can find something similar to replace it, otherwise, I'm afraid the effect will not be as strong as the original one!" Elliot Randolph explained.
"Fear, anger..."
Michael walked over to the sofa, placed the Berserker's Staff aside, then picked up the wine glass and started drinking, lowering his head in thought.
Elliot Randolph said nothing, not interrupting.
"Actually, I do have something that should meet your requirements, but it's very dangerous— even for an Asgardian." Michael drank the wine in one gulp and said slowly, "I have a crystal that can absorb the power of fear. If you're accidentally infected, you'll become an apostle of fear."
"What is that? Take it out and let me see it!"
Elliot Randolph had never heard of such a thing, and he couldn't help but feel curious. At the same time, he had strong confidence in himself.
After all, he was an Asgardian!
Michael took out the fear crystal, a small, orange crystal.