The bark monster became the sweetheart neighbor again, and the spider monster became the tailor neighbor again.
Ah Er also changed back to his human form, silently digging a handful of soil from the ground and shaping it into the shape of Ah Da.
"What happened just now? Is there something trying to kill me?"
The tailor neighbor looked confused and kept touching his body.
"Who else but the village chief can scare us all into revealing our true colors?"
The fat man muttered, took out a bottle of fruit wine from his pocket, and drank it down, suppressing his shock.
"But why would the village chief want to kill us?"
"I'm a good imitator of villagers! He picked my fruits and I didn't even say a word..."
Sweetheart Guo's neighbor said with an aggrieved look.
"Could it be that he discovered something?"
Ah Da asked in a panic, the usual silly smile on his face froze.
The fat man was still calm enough. He frowned, carefully recalled the feeling just now, and then said:
"No, it shouldn't be that bad."
"The murderous intention just now has no clear direction. It only affects the present world and can be felt by us."
"People with weaker strength don't even notice it, and think that the village chief is incompetent and furious..."
After hearing this, the sweetheart neighbor and the tailor neighbor nodded, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Ah Da, who had just been promoted, said he didn't understand.
"I'm not the only one who didn't understand, right?"
he asked a little embarrassed.
As a result, Ah Er next to him nodded, indicating that he didn't understand either.
I don’t understand it, and of course you don’t understand it either!
The fat man had no choice but to explain patiently:
"Essentially, it's very simple. The village chief suddenly lost his temper for some unknown reason and wanted to kill someone."
"This village, as well as the outside world, felt his murderous intention and made some reactions, which were noticed by us."
"This is the kind of intuition you only have after reaching level 12. You can vaguely detect something that is not good for us, just like you can vaguely hear someone mention your real name."
"But the village chief didn't really want to kill us. It's just that the guy he wanted to kill had something to do with us, so we reacted."
After hearing this explanation, Ah Da finally relaxed, and his usual silly smile appeared on his face again.
"I see. I understand. I have just been promoted. I don't understand these things very well yet. I still have to follow you and learn carefully."
"But my real name is very long and difficult to pronounce, and I have to pronounce it in Elvish. No one probably knows it."
"That's okay. You can prepare an 'honorable name' for yourself, which will have similar effects."
The sweetheart neighbor reminded me.
"Like me, there was a time when others called me the 'Lord of Life and Plants'."
"Of course, it is of no use now. This honorary name has become invalid as my rank has declined."
"If I have another chance in the future, I will probably give myself an honorable name like 'Lord of the Sweetheart Fruit', right?"
He said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"Uh... Is honoring one's name necessary?"
Ah Da asked curiously.
Fatty still acted like a good teacher and answered patiently:
"As long as you stay in the village honestly, it's not necessary for you and me. This thing is mainly used to fight against rejection in this world."
"The more people chant the honorable name, the clearer the existence and mark left in this world..."
"However, if too many people recite it, they will be more severely rejected because the existence is too clear."
"Do you think it's funny? But these are the rules of the world."
The fat man said, pointed to the sweetheart neighbor, and continued:
"This unlucky guy, and the one you elves once believed in, suffered from this."
Sweetheart Guo's neighbor immediately put on a defensive stance and said with a cry in his mouth:
"Stop scolding, stop scolding, you will be stupid if you scold others again!"
The fat man smiled and said again:
"Fortunately, the village chief is still here. He opened up this shelter, so we don't have to worry about this problem."
"However, the honorary name is of no use to us, but it will be of some help to our immature agents."
"I plan to tell her my honorable name after she becomes more mature, so that in case of emergency, I can provide her with some help by asking her to recite my name."
When the tailor neighbor heard this, he couldn't help but be a little surprised:
"Huh? You can still keep your honorary name? Then how did you survive such a long time and persist until you met the village chief?"
The fat man smiled again and asked:
"Didn't you just see it?"
Everyone couldn't help but recall the golden skeleton suffering from severe bone hyperplasia.
There is a clear difference from the image of the simple villager in front of me with a big belly, a big head and a thick neck.
But...there's still something wrong!
Sweetheart Guo’s neighbor was the first to notice it and said quickly:
"Wait a minute, that's not right! That one just now is not your body at all, it's just a sacred object!"
The fat man smiled and said nothing.
But Ah Da was careful and noticed another detail.
"But now we lie to that little girl about the Lord of Order. If you tell her other names, won't she be suspicious?"
"Don't worry, I have already considered this."
The fat man looked confident and continued:
"My honorable name is not in modern language and she won't recognize it."
"And when the time comes, we can claim to be the angels who sit on the side of the village chief, so we won't offend the village chief."
The tailor neighbor immediately objected.
"Angel? Isn't this appropriate? I think it's more appropriate to call him village head or village bully?"
Sweetheart Guo’s neighbor also shook his head:
"The four village tyrants under the village chief? How do they sound like evil forces in the countryside?"
These people started to argue over this meaningless title, and the quarrel got louder and louder.
Only Ada felt that his joys and sorrows were not the same as theirs, and he seemed out of place.
He was more concerned about why the village chief was suddenly angry?
Has anyone provoked him?
Does that person still have some connection with me?
After much deliberation, only the great philanthropist Walsh met the conditions.
He is the only person who has some connection with him and is likely to provoke the village chief.
So Ah Da decided to use this connection in reverse and give the guy a small punishment as a warning.
He lightly poked his chest.
At this time, Walsh, a great philanthropist far away in the imperial capital, was attending an afternoon tea.
Sitting next to him were several fashionable and beautiful imperial ladies, as well as some prominent figures in the political and business circles.
Everyone had a great time chatting.
The result was very sudden, and Walsh spurted blood from his mouth, spraying it all over the face of the lady opposite.
Then he fell to the ground again, twitching all over his body, and fell unconscious.
The women around them screamed one after another, and the men rushed to help.
Among the crowd, a waiter frowned and his face gradually turned pale.
He fled the scene on the pretext of going to see a doctor.
He walked through inaccessible alleys, got into a sewer, and wandered around in the maze-like sewer for a long time before finally hiding in a hidden dark room.
He tore off the mask on his face, revealing an old face full of wrinkles.
Then, he took out a knife from his pocket, lightly cut his fingertip, and used the blood drops to perform an extremely hidden secret technique.
A few drops of blood floated in the air and began to condense into characters.
This is conveying important information to the apostolic organization behind it.
"Walsh was attacked, without warning, in a very mysterious and bizarre way."
"It's not the empire's fault. They don't have such powerful means."
"Maybe it's the mysterious organization that has been interfering with us before."
"I have investigated before. There is no doubt about Walsh's loyalty. It should be that he has started investigating the mysterious incidents in the imperial capital these days, which attracted the attention of that organization."
"What should we do with him?"
After delivering the message, the elderly waiter patiently waited for the organization's response.
He is an intelligence officer from another city, one level lower than Walsh in the organization. He came to the imperial capital this time with the intention of exchanging intelligence with Walsh and conducting a routine loyalty check on him.
In the end, there was no question about Walsh's loyalty and he remained loyal.
But he was attacked by another unknown force.
If he dies, it will cause a fatal blow to the intelligence work of the entire organization...
After a while, those few drops of blood floating in the air began to change again.
The Apostolic Organization has written back!
"The situation is known, but we cannot give up on Walsh, he is very loyal and very important to us."
"If he is not dead, it means that the other party does not want to kill him or expose him. It should be that he wants to have a dialogue with us."
"Let him try to contact that mysterious organization. He must be careful, cautious, and reveal our goodwill and sincerity."
That was all the news, but it made the waiter feel very strange.
An organization actually wants to show goodwill to another organization?
Has he ever seen such an apostle?
Apostle of good intentions? Stop joking!
The organization can remain proud despite the pressure from the empire!
Can this mysterious organization be stronger than the empire?
Because his internal status is not high enough, he does not have access to many things, and he does not know much about the current situation of the apostolic organization.
But in fact, powerful apostles and deacons fell one after another, and perfect plans were frustrated one after another.
This is obviously not something the empire can do.
They finally realized internally that they had to face another mysterious third party force.
This force is erratic, their whereabouts are unknown, and their purpose is unknown. What is known is that they are very powerful and are not in the same group as the empire.
The apostles are not afraid of them, but they are currently advancing their own great plan and cannot take action against them for the time being.
There is no need to distract your energy over such trivial matters.
When their great cause is successful, everyone in this world will be ants, and even the Chaos Realm will tremble under their feet.
At that time, cleaning up this mysterious organization that does not know how to live or die will be as easy as drinking soup.
Therefore, the apostles believed that short-term concessions and forbearance were acceptable, and planned to let Walsh stabilize them.
They believed that Walsh, who was loyal and capable, could handle the matter.
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Following a brief interlude, Rohr's airship finally arrived at the Imperial Capital Airport.
He changed into the attire of a spy chief, put on his mask, and stuffed the little kitten into his pocket.
He went back to pack up the little donkey, and put an extra coat with a hood on her to cover the long ears on her head, and put a mask on her face to cover her beautiful face.
The short skirt and white stockings on her legs were not changed for the time being, and she only put on a pair of small black leather shoes forcibly on her feet.
These clothes were all bought by his servants before.
It's just that the little donkey doesn't like to wear it.
After being forcibly tied up by Luo Er, he was still very unhappy and made all kinds of awkward noises.
When I was putting on her shoes, her little feet, which looked like ice cream, were dangling all over the place, preventing Rohr from catching them.
In the end, Luo Er gave in, coaxed her hard, and let her lick his face before she was willing to cooperate.
After dressing up like this, the little donkey looks much more normal and will not attract too much attention.
Although the short skirt, white stockings and good figure will still attract attention, at least it is better than the long ears on the top of the head.
"Okay, remember what I said before, you are now an operator under my command, the operation code is 'Amiya'!"
The little donkey nodded obediently and put his little hand into Rolle's hand.
He must be held by his master before he is willing to leave!
Luo Er had no choice but to hold her hand and walk out of the airship.
Secretary Afu and people from the Scholars Association were already waiting for him outside.
"Doctor, you are finally back. The situation here urgently needs you to take charge."
An extraordinary person from the Scholars Association took the initiative to greet him and spoke.
Luo Er also found it funny.
I am obviously your regulatory agency? Why do I act like a leading agency?
After the transcendental man finished speaking, he turned to look at the strangely dressed little donkey behind Rohr, and noticed the hands the two were holding.
"Who is this……"
"Amiya, the elite operator under my command, was the one who captured the owl before."
Rohr explained quickly.
Secretary Ah Fu on the side also followed the plan tacitly:
"Yes, Amiya is the most powerful operator among us, except of course our doctor."
I can only say that he is indeed a seasoned person. Secretary Ah Fu didn’t even turn red when he lied.
"Nice to meet you, then let's talk somewhere else."
The extraordinary person didn't have any more doubts.
Everyone then got on the steam car and drove towards the Gray Ghost headquarters.
The little donkey seemed to like riding in the car very much. As soon as he got in, he hurriedly took off his shoes, then lay on the car window and watched the surrounding street scene.
Luo Er quickly held her down.
"Sit tight and don't move!"
"When I get home, I'll feed you carrots."
He was afraid that the little donkey would behave inexplicably like usual.
Especially after the meeting, we have to hold a meeting to discuss how to capture the active and mysterious person who jumps around and crashes other people's homes.
This required the participation of the little donkey, so Rolle took her with him.
At that time, it would be embarrassing if she acted cute on a whim.