Our family is in decline

But obviously this is just Greendale thinking too much. Sometimes smart people tend to scare themselves.

Of course, Lance knows that Greendale has strong administrative abilities, but now the focus has always been on solving the ancestor.

What is really lacking are talents with scientific research capabilities. She is the only one in Hamlet who has the ability to take over the witch's legacy and continue to promote research.

As for some government affairs that I can handle myself, why delay a scientific research talent just for this matter?

Lance was not a fool. He didn't even have to make this choice, so he naturally put her in the research position.

Knowing people well and assigning them well is the most needed ability for leaders, but people's hearts are unpredictable...

Greendale also realized that she seemed to be thinking too much, but it was impossible to tell the reason. It would be too shameless.

I can only accept the information and agree to it.

"I see."

Lance thought she was resistant to witch things and had to add, "I know this is difficult, but the only one I can trust now is you."

"I will finish it as soon as possible." Greendale didn't even stay too long, picked up the things and left the place quickly.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I couldn't help but blush on my face. This was not because of shyness, but because of the embarrassment of misunderstanding.

And this happened to bump into Tamara. As soon as the two met, they looked at each other and passed each other.

Greendale also calmed down from the embarrassment just now, and was a little curious about what this Roma wanted to do in such a hurry to find the lord?

However, she didn't pay too much attention, but tightened the information in her hand and walked out quickly. It was not a simple matter to develop [necrotic fungus].

Even if there are residual spore samples on hand, they still need to be cultivated and continuously improved.

This kind of thing is also a very challenging problem for her.

A human spirit like Tamara naturally noticed Greendale's strange expression. What else could two guys do if they were alone in there?

She couldn't help but think of what that bitch Amanda said this morning, and coupled with Greendale's equally broad mind, a look of disgust appeared on Tamara's face, and she murmured, "Bitch man and woman..."

However, Tamara still looked the same one second, but when she opened the door the next second, a faint smile appeared on her face and she greeted the man sitting in front.

"Hello, Lord Lord!"

"You have something to talk about. I'm very busy." Lance glanced at the visitor. He suddenly felt like how could anyone come in and disturb him?

Couldn't someone stop me, or set up a reservation system, or at least notify me?

Oh, and the guard responsible for this should be drinking and bragging in the tavern right now.

"I can become a consultant to provide you with occult knowledge. You just need to do me a small favor."

"I don't need a liar who talks lies as a consultant." Lance looked at Tamara with a playful look. This was not about asking for money, but that it was difficult for Tamara to gain his trust again.

Yes, Lance has always been so direct. He can patiently persuade Greendale, but he will not waste time on a worthless guy.

For bad women, you should recognize their true colors and then break it off. If you are too entangled, you will easily get trapped. This is the sinking effect.

Tamara was stunned for a moment when she heard such direct and merciless words.

No matter how thick-skinned she was, she still felt embarrassed and couldn't help but lower her head to hide her emotions.

I, Tamara, have never been weak in my life, when did I get treated like this?

But could she just put on a straight face, scold the person in front of her, and then rush out of the door?

Obviously not, Tamara knew what she was facing.

"I feel like there's a little misunderstanding between us." When she looked up, she still had that smile on her face.

It is not something that ordinary people can do. Those who can do it are ruthless people with deep thoughts.

Seeing this, Lance also knew that Tamara was indeed ruthless, so he thought for a moment before speaking.

"Okay, everyone is not stupid. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Lance had no intention of continuing to play charades with her, but directly put the matter aside.

When Tamara heard this, the smile on her face couldn't help but become even brighter.

If there is a discussion, it is easy to talk about it, but I am afraid that even the channel for discussion will be cut off.

"I……"

But just as Tamara was about to say something, she was interrupted by Lance raising his hand.

"I won't help you kill Amanda."

Lance knew what Tamara was thinking as soon as she raised her tail, and the hatred on her face was almost undisguised.

Tamara's face was not very pretty when she was suddenly interrupted. She frowned and looked a little gloomy.

"Not to mention that you can't afford the reward, so what if you kill her? Your trouble is not her at all, but the entire Omen Seeker organization.

If an Amanda dies, Armand will come to chase you, and you will be alone. Then you will have to flee and be caught up. But you are not so lucky to meet me every time. "

Lance slowly shook his head as he looked at Tamara's appearance. She was indeed a little smart, but she had been so blinded by hatred that she didn't even know who her real enemy was.

I have to say that Lance's words made Tamara calm down quickly. She didn't huff like before, but was thinking.

That's right, this is not something that can be solved by killing Amanda at all.

But are you going to say that Tamara really didn’t know? Obviously not.

This is the difference in thinking between the two. Lance is accustomed to using a macro perspective to conduct long-term analysis of the whole thing. He likes to grasp key contradictions and does not care too much about temporary gains and losses.

But Tamara originally belongs to the kind of life where there is no tomorrow, and she hides and wanders around. Her vision cannot be said to be short-sighted, but she is definitely more focused on solving the current problems than the future.

Simply put, you can't ask someone who doesn't even have enough to eat to think about how to eat meat.

It seemed that Amanda's danger was very close to her now. As long as she got rid of Amanda, even if the Omen Seeker organization sent people again, she would gain some time.

As for the future... that's what happens in the future, who cares?

"What do you think I need to do?"

"I talked to Amanda and found that they don't seem to care about you, but care more about the sacred objects you stole..."

"It's not stealing!" This key word seemed to touch Tamara's nerves, and she couldn't help but interrupt Lance, but at the same time she didn't forget to emphasize: "This should have been my thing, I just took it back. "

"Okay, okay, it's not stealing." Lance smiled when he heard this. He had heard too many jokes about scholars stealing but not stealing. However, he did not reveal her last face, but followed it. Go on.

"What they care about is the sacred object. If the sacred object you took is returned, then they will not waste resources chasing you."

"Why do you think so?" Tamara looked at Lance slightly surprised, finding it hard to believe that he would say such stupid things.

"Isn't it? You have been running away for so many years without being caught, which shows that it would take a lot to catch you.

If there is not enough benefit, Omen Seeker will not waste resources on you. After all, it is meaningless for an organization. "

"No, no, no!" Tamara shook her head wildly, "I can hide because of this sacred object. Once I hand it over, they can find me at any time. If I lose the sacred object, I will die."

Lance heard it but didn't care much, with a slight smile on his face.

Could he really not know what the sacred object represented to Tamara? Or maybe this is the trap he set.

In fact, Lance knew very well that if Tamara wanted to protect herself, handing over the sacred object and doing another thing must be done at the same time, that is, she needed to show the ability to make the Omen Seeker feel fearful, so that both sides of the balance could maintain a fragile balance. balance.

And this ability that makes omen seekers fearful is Tamara's trump card.

But now this trump card has been revealed by herself, which means that Lance has figured out Tamara's background in just a few words.

Tamara was indeed panicked, but looking at the look on Lance's face, she realized that she had said the wrong thing, and her face suddenly showed uneasiness.

She only felt that the man's eyes seemed to see through her clothes, and it was as awkward to stand in front of him as if she were naked without any clothes on.

"This is your own business as Roma people. I'm just giving you a suggestion. It's okay if you think it's unreasonable, but remember to make an appointment next time you come in."

Lance had a gentle smile on his face and his tone was gentle, but those words sounded like driving away in Tamara's ears.

"I'm still useful!" Tamara desperately needed to increase her weight. "I can save you. Only I know how to deal with those secret curses."

Lance was a little confused as to why she said this, but these slight hesitations were enough for Tamara to tell her something about the Omen Seeker.

Tamara knew very well that the reason why Amanda did not take action against her was because she was afraid of the rules set by the man in front of her.

But if I leave now, if I step out of Hamlet one second, that bitch Amanda will catch up with me the next second.

If she doesn't leave, then she will have to bear increasing pressure, because more and more omen seekers will come, and she doesn't know if Lance can withstand it by then.

Lance may be strong, but those omen seekers have countless ways to kill a person. She was once one of them, and she knew those weird and evil rituals, and it was not uncommon to kill with a thousand-mile curse.

"Curse me?" Who knew that Lance just smiled after hearing this, "I want to see how they can curse."

The last time the wizard wanted to curse him remotely, now the grass on his grave is half a meter high, and he also brought him a lot of spirituality and two good things.

He really wasn't afraid of those fancy curses.

Seeing Lance's attitude, Tamara felt anxious and angry for a moment. How could she look down on the Omen Seeker?

What she was anxious about was that if anything happened to Lance, she would lose her asylum.

She was even more angry that this indifferent reaction made her own importance unable to appear at all.

"I have money!"

"I'm not short of money."

"I'll give you the sacred object."

"Come on, I don't want it."

"..."

Tamara played the cards one by one, but Lance just refused to pick them up, acting as if he didn't care about anything he said.

The pressure of pressing closer and closer had already made her breathless, otherwise she wouldn't have rushed to see Lance as soon as she heard Lance was back, trying to find a way to survive.

But it obviously failed...

I didn't have any leverage to impress him. On the contrary, what little I had had was seen through.

Tamara fell into despair!

Lance looked at her disappointed look leisurely. This woman was finally forced into a corner.

This reminded him of the way she pretended to be mysterious when they first met on Rat Street, and how she didn't care after being exposed.

Because she was the one who had the initiative at the time, Lance urgently needed a consultant who understood the supernatural world and had access to occult knowledge, so he showed kindness and even made concessions.

If she had not joined in at that time, but had helped Lance with a little more sincerity, then Lance would not just stand idly by like this today.

If she had joined at that time, Lance would have protected her at all costs and actively mediated with the Omen Seeker to resolve this issue.

But it's a pity that she looked down on herself at that time. The current situation can't be said to be caused by herself, but it can be regarded as suffering from her own consequences.

And Lance wasn't trying to get back at her now, he just looked down on her for being such a big trouble.

But she is still valuable, which is a key factor that she has not laid out before when she asked for conditions, and it is also a fatal weakness of her...

"Give me everything, and I'll be the go-between to talk to Amanda."

Lance's casual words were like hope to Tamara, who was in despair, and she hurriedly asked.

"What do you need? As long as I have it, I'll give it to you!"

"Of course it's your most precious one, I'm afraid you won't be able to let it go~" Lance looked at her strangely, revealing an inexplicable amusement.

Tamara suddenly raised her head and met his eyes. She was stunned for a moment and realized that she had not agreed to so many conditions just now. What else could she offer him now?

As if she had guessed the meaning of these words, Tamara felt inexplicably resentful. She was so famous back then, and she came out of nowhere and overshadowed all the geniuses.

Now that he was reduced to this, being bullied by a small town lord, he felt strong uneasiness and entanglement in his heart.

Her self-esteem did not allow her to agree, so she might as well fight Amanda desperately.

But she couldn't stand up no matter what. Whenever she thought of Amanda's disgusting face, she couldn't bear to do it.

To put it simply, it is a comparison mentality. She doesn't care what other people think of herself, but she must not lose to Amanda.

Seeing the people she suppressed before living better than herself was more uncomfortable than killing her, and she was willing to pay any price for this.

"I...promise you~" Tamara gritted her teeth with a ferocious expression on her face, obviously suppressing her emotions to make this decision.

"Okay! I just like your kind words." Lance said directly: "Hurry up."

"Now? Right here?" When Tamara heard this, she didn't even have time to immerse herself in the loss, and asked with a shocked expression.