When evil gods hold a meeting in my head

"No need to consider it." Richard reached for the pen on the table and signed his name at the end of the contract. The handwriting was a little crooked, but each stroke was very clear.

He put down his pen and looked at Naansanho: "Where's the red seal?"

Upon hearing this, Naan Sanho took out an inkpad box from the drawer and pushed it over. Richard opened it, dipped his thumb in the inkpad, and pressed it next to his signature.

A small patch of red fingerprints seeped onto the paper.

"Okay." He pushed the contract back.

Naansanho took it, glanced at it, and put it in the drawer: "That's straightforward. Let's make it clear first... there will be a three-month probation period with a monthly salary of 1 gold coin and 2 silver coins. After you become a full-time employee, depending on your performance, it can be increased to between 1 gold coin, 5 silver coins, and 2 gold coins. In addition, any extra expenses incurred during each commission will be reimbursed."

The benefits are pretty good...

At least these were much better than the jobs he had seen at job fairs in Tehran before…

He truly deserves to be called a great painter!

Seeing Richard's slight excitement, Naan Sanho didn't say anything more about salary. Instead, he turned around and took out three items from the cabinet next to the worktable.

First, there was the hunting rifle that the stranger had dropped.

Its barrel was jet black, and the dark red patterns inlaid on the grip shimmered in the candlelight. She placed the gun on the table, the muzzle pointing towards the window.

“You should remember this. That outsider used this gun to shoot out rats,” Naansanho’s fingertips traced the barrel of the gun, “but the rats themselves weren’t hidden inside the gun; the gun’s purpose was to ‘project.’”

"projection?"

"The gun was infused with the characteristics of a Spirit Toucher," Naansanho said. "To be precise, it's part of the power of the 23rd Order Spirit Toucher potion, 'Phantom Projection.' The wielder can 'project' a tamed creature to a target location by pulling the trigger."

She paused for a moment.

"You saw those rats, but ordinary people can't. That's because they were projected with an illusion. Once they land, the illusion slowly fades, and the rats become visible."

Richard recalled how the rats scattered and fled after landing.

"Why did that outsider let the rats carry the illusion?" he asked. "Wouldn't releasing them directly create more chaos?"

Naansanho looked at him and laughed, "You should ask him that, and while you're at it, ask him why he didn't create chaos outside the gallery but instead came in to die."

But the dead can't speak...

Richard continued listening to Naan Sanho: "This gun allows him to 'project' rats a hundred meters away, so if you can become a puppeteer, this gun would be perfect for you."

Richard understood!

Isn't this just a super long-range attack? Perfect for a role that hides in the back and deals damage during team fights...

At this point, Naansanho pushed the gun aside and moved the other two items to the middle of the table.

Those appear to be two bottles of magic potions! The glass bottles are small, only about the height of a thumb, and contain liquids of different colors. One is grayish-white and thick like limewater, while the other is pale gold and clear like diluted honey.

Naansanho pointed to the grayish-white bottle: "This is a 20th-order knight potion called 'Stone Limbs.' After taking it, the user's limbs will gain a hardness similar to stone. It's hard to say whether bullets from a gun with less power, such as an ordinary flintlock shotgun, will bounce off, but at least they won't penetrate."

If that stranger had drunk this, the knife might not have been able to penetrate... Richard recalled the stab Edmund had used to kill the stranger.

"However, the moment you drink it, the muscles in your limbs will repeatedly tear and regenerate. If you're lucky, it will be over in a few minutes; if you're unlucky, it will take several hours."

After Naansanho finished speaking, he pointed to another bottle of pale gold potion: "This is the ninth-order potion in the Creator Sequence, 'The Calamity of Close Combat'."

Creator?

It sounds like a sewing machine-like ability! And it's one of the "creations" left behind by Alice.

Could it be that the sewing machine was created by Alice after killing a creator, using the remaining materials to build a machine capable of creating everything...?

Richard was lost in thought.

Naan Sanho tapped the table: "The Creator Sequence's abilities are rather unique. They don't directly enhance the body, but rather the ability to 'create.' The ninth sequence, 'The Calamity of Short Weapons,' allows the user to precisely control the materials, dimensions, and structure of all short weapons."

She paused for a moment.

"In other words, once you drink it, you can instantly tell how any short weapon was made, what's good and what's bad. And you can add any properties to it when it's being crafted."

Richard frowned: "Any characteristics?"

"Yes, any!"

Naan Sanho said:

"As long as you have materials with specific properties, you can fuse them into short weapons. Once fused in, the knife or sword will acquire the properties associated with those properties."

"For example, this pen of mine was made using the abilities of a creator. It looks like a paintbrush, but it can also be used as a short weapon. The added property is 'spiritual projection,' which is why I can draw dotted lines on paper that only gifted people can see."

Richard looked at the pen. Its silver body and long, sharp nib made it perfectly usable as a weapon.

"There is no pain of muscle tearing when taking this potion, but the price is 'concentration depletion'. You need to concentrate fully every time you make something, and you will be very tired afterward. If you force yourself to make things continuously, you may even faint."

She pushed the two bottles of potions toward Richard: "These two were prepared beforehand, and there are only these two bottles available right now. If you want other potions, we can't get them yet. Because... the potion maker hasn't returned yet."

A potion concocter? So, potions need to be concocted by specialized individuals? That makes sense, after all, the ingredients for each potion are extremely precise, and if something is wrong, the consequences can be severe... Richard paused for a moment.

"You can choose one bottle, drink it, and you will officially become a superhuman."

Richard looked down at the two vials of potions and muttered, "Knight, Creator..."

Knights are a bunch of easily swayed fools... Creators are just weaklings with no fighting ability whatsoever... And that Puppet Master potion from before could create several scarecrows!

That's like creating a clone; for timid people, it's more suitable than other sequences.

Richard's lips twitched.

timid?

He didn't want to admit he was a coward. But he was indeed quite afraid of death. When faced with the gun of that stranger, the last thought that flashed through his mind was "It's over."

If we could have clones, we could at least send them out to scout ahead if we encountered danger next time... If we could have moving scarecrows, we could at least have an extra pair of eyes watching the shadows.

I agree! The Puppeteer's potions are indeed more suitable for Richard.

"..."

Richard stared silently at the two vials of potion; in truth, he already had his own plan...

These are not what he wants.

Because Edmund's irritable temper came to mind, which was not in line with his own style, and as a creator... he already had a sewing machine, so he didn't need this thing at all!