Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 48 The Secret Deed, Mr. Reporter

Mr. Dark quickly returned to his separate room, and he packed up everything around him like the crew broke up.

The bed curtains climbed back to the ridge and turned into stone sculptures, the bone throne stretched crunchly, divided into skeletons of sheep, dogs, and deer, and soul flames rekindled in the eye holes, although the gloomy feeling did not slow down much.

The gathered crowds took off their black robes and burrowed into their rooms like ant colonies returning to their nests.

The scene changed back to a real literary club atmosphere.

"What do you think? Son of Light?" The mocking words appeared behind his ears, and the gentleman in a formal dress was carefully folding his black robe. Obviously, he was also a part of the show.

"Fright, and an indescribable sense of shame."

The gentleman stretched out one hand to hold his mask and covered his face, "You have only experienced it once."

"Should I be content? Why put on such a shameful show."

"Because it is necessary. Mr. Dark, he actually has a little... um... that kind of unrealistic thinking mode that can't distinguish the real world."

It's secondary disease.

"Moreover, the inflated self-awareness will affect his combat effectiveness. We have to help maintain his high-end combat effectiveness to deal with Raymond, who is always on the go to communicate his feelings."

"Come on, I'll take you to meet some friends, maybe you'll deal with each other often in the future."

Just like that, he was led into a side door.

Behind the door is a typical reading room. The decoration style is similar to that of the extravagant cup. There is a large round table in the center and bookshelves on both sides. The two figures turned their heads because of Lyle's arrival.

An Esquire wrapped like an ultra-chaotic, with a crown of antlers on his head, an unnamed animal skin on his jacket, a grass skirt tightly tied around his waist, and white velvet tights, which were just popular a while back, on his legs. The parts of different eras are put together, just like the advertisements inserted in the middle of the video are forced into your eyeballs with brute force and violate your vision. You can understand two points. First, the evolution of human clothing has a huge span. Second, , the extent of human brain disability is great.

The other is not much better. Buried between the manuscripts is a silk robe similar to the Greek style. A thin layer is draped over the body. It stands to reason that the rest of the skin is displayed under the nature, and it will have a similar immersion oil painting. of longevity and into harmony with nature.However, it is mechanical, the remaining parts, the exposed mechanical limbs, and the cube metal head with a strong sci-fi style on the neck, whether it is a brain or a hood, nostalgic and futuristic styles collide together, A kind of comical and toothache beyond the times arises spontaneously. For the specific feeling, you can refer to the words Namo Gatling Bodhisattva and the All-Knowing and Almighty Nuclear Bomb God.

"You may not recognize it, this is Mr. Reporter." The gentleman pointed to the deer-headed man.

"Who is this……"

"William Whiting." The Mechanic steals.

"We like to call him Mr. Delusion. As to why, you'll find out later."

The reporter stood up and supported the antlers that started to sway due to inertia. He held Lyle's arm with a sincere tone.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, we didn't have a long talk last time due to special reasons. The regret of the last time was exchanged for this opportunity. The goddess of fate really treated me well."

Lyle looked at the antler crown that began to shake with the reporter's waving hand, and the sharp long horn was about to pierce his head.

Leaning back slightly, "I'm also very happy to see you again, Mr. Reporter."

"Hey, if you have the opportunity, you must visit me here. You can see that the epidemic doctor is a very sincere buyer."

"Huh? Is Mr. Reporter a businessman?"

"I sell something special."

"Ah."

"With me, you can trade, secret."

"secret?"

"Yes," Mr. reporter rubbed his hands vigorously, "Private, unknown, buried in the bottom of my heart, subverting the normal image, never revealing secrets, thinking about these disguised things being revealed in front of me On, it's as exciting as the goddess in a dream lifts the horns of my skirt at me."

"However, since it's a secret that you don't want to know, why would you use it for a deal?" Obviously it can't be done.

"Because, everyone actually has the guilty pleasure of spying on others. They want to keep secrets, but they also want to know other people's secrets, and the price is naturally their own secrets. My rule is, I will never I will disclose the secrets I know to the public, this is the first security insurance for them; I will independently decide the secrets you get according to the secrets you say, this is the second insurance; third, I will not give you The secrets carry anyone's name, but I'll do the right amount of induction."

"It's a fun game, it's a little dangerous, but it's engaging enough that people will always immerse themselves in the fun of digging."

"However, since you can't choose the secrets you want to know, how can others be willing to tell their own secrets."

The reporter made a ho-ho sound, like a crow chirping at dusk, he pointed to himself, and the words were like a laid net.

"Because the secrets I tell always satisfy them."

Like a dark old man with a gloomy mind, hiding in a dark corner doing shameless deeds.

However, if you can get a secret that is helpful to you, and the price is that your secret is only known by unimportant people, you will be moved.

But there is still another problem, that is credibility. People will deposit money in banks because banks have the ability to ensure the existence of money, but what does the reporter rely on, and his own ethics, presumably cannot convince those people.

"My talent is called the Secret Contractor. I can gain power by knowing the secret. This power will affect all aspects of me, luck, wealth and ability. I am a natural exchange of secrets, and my talent also restricts Me, those rules are part of my talent, and besides that, I can tell lies."

"What if you break the rules?"

"I won't break it, no if, talent is given by God, if he can give it, it can be taken back, and the price is not something we can bear."

That is, Mr. Reporter will enforce those rules, and unless the trading rules are established, he will not tell anyone about the secrets he keeps.

"Mr. Reporter, it's actually very hard for you. After all, the pain of having a secret but not being able to tell."

"Will you stop making money because your hands are sore while counting?"

Makes sense.

"Mr. Reporter, can I trade now?" Lyle was a little interested.

"Of course." The reporter also smiled and rubbed his hands.

"Don't you need to find a secret place?"

"No, when you have the idea to tell me the secret, the secret contract has already started, and only the two of us will know the content of the conversation."

"oh oh."

Lyle wondered what secrets he might have.

"Actually, my wish is to make a lot of money."

"Okay, I get it now."

"Well, then what?"

"No then."

"Didn't you say that you should also tell me a secret?"

The reporter took a step back, and Lyle felt that the secret atmosphere had disappeared, and he heard the voices around him again.

Is the secret contract over?What about things?Where's my secret?
"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, secrets are secrets only if they are known to you. If you choose to be frank, then they are not secrets. By the way, even if it is a secret, if I already know the content, then the secret contract is not valid."

"When you really think about it, let's trade."

(End of this chapter)