When evil gods hold a meeting in my head

Nolan became interested when she heard Edmund praising Richard so highly.

With a look of intense curiosity on her face, she pressed Edmund for answers: "What happened?"

Edmund paused for a moment, then slowly recounted Richard's ability to hypnotize the two, evade the terrifying Smiley Dog, and the legendary story of taking down two dogs with a single shot. The fluctuating description made Nolan uneasy.

A flicker of excitement crossed her eyes: "Richard, your marksmanship is amazing!"

No...

Richard blushed.

He was really bad at dealing with girls who wore glasses, especially when they weren't. Because she was nearsighted, she couldn't see Richard's face or mouth clearly, so she moved much closer without any hesitation. Her small ears were faintly visible behind her hair, yet they occupied most of Richard's field of vision...

At this point, Edmund said, "Alright, I must take back the shotgun first... If you need it later, you'll have to apply to Naansanho before you can use it."

"clear."

It's not a bad thing to regulate dangerous things...

Richard was also worried that the gun might accidentally discharge and injure his two lovely colleagues.

Edmund took the shotgun from Richard, removed the remaining bullets, and then took off his blood-stained white coat, tucking it under his arm.

"I'm going to report our operation to Naansanho now. She'll be so happy to hear that Nolan is safe and sound." He patted Richard on the shoulder. "Get ready to collect your first paycheck!"

"Yay!" Richard silently clenched his fist in celebration.

After Edmund left, the sound of his footsteps gradually faded at the end of the corridor.

Nolan and Richard were the only ones left in the lounge.

"How did you get chosen as Naan Sanho's assistant?" Nolan asked in a low voice, her voice full of curiosity. "I've been in the team for so long, and this is the first time I've seen her actively invite a new person to join... You know, it took me a lot of effort to get to follow her back then."

Richard ran his fingers along the seam of his trousers, suddenly recalling his experience of barging into the art gallery.

He couldn't help but smile wryly: "It might sound absurd, but I think the reason I was 'targeted' is probably because I once infiltrated an art gallery..."

He didn't hide anything and recounted in detail how he hypnotized the guards and deceived Edmund...

"At the time, Edmund almost fired me, so I had to hypnotize him."

At this point, Richard scratched his head somewhat sheepishly: "I guess it was because my supernatural abilities were exposed that time that Naansanho mistakenly thought I was a beginner supernatural being, which is why he extended an invitation to me. Looking back now, it was actually quite rash."

Nolan's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing this.

She covered her mouth and chuckled, "You're so brave! Edmund has a notoriously fiery temper. I usually avoid him and never dare to provoke him. I never expected... you would actually dare to hypnotize him."

Nolan's tone carried a hint of schadenfreude, as if to say, "Just wait for Edmund's revenge!"

Richard could only manage a couple of awkward laughs...

As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Nolan seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "By the way, what did you mean when you said that Naansanho 'mistakenly believed' you were a superhuman?"

Seeing that Richard didn't know how to answer for a moment, she exclaimed, "Aren't you a superhuman?"

This question struck a chord with Richard.

He shook his head solemnly: "No... I have never taken any potions of any sequence. Strictly speaking, I am just an ordinary person who possesses extraordinary items."

To prove his point, Richard pulled a small bag wrapped in clean silk from the inside pocket of his coat.

Open it in your palm, and eight pieces of grayish-brown bark slowly emerge.

The bark is covered with fine lines and has a faint, fresh scent of grass and wood.

Richard explained, "This is calming bark I traded with the abyssal herbalist; I haven't used it yet."

"This is……"

Nolan's expression changed abruptly as soon as his gaze fell on the bark. He jumped up from his chair, walked quickly to Richard, carefully picked up a piece of the calming bark, and sniffed it carefully.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and her eyes suddenly filled with disbelief and shock: "You're so lucky..."

Is it really that amazing...? This tree bark was obtained by exchanging gold coins, how could it have such a high value?

Richard was startled by her reaction.

Nolan carefully placed the calming bark back into the silk bag.

Then, she looked up at Richard and patiently explained, "I need to tell you some basic facts. While superhumans gain powerful abilities from taking potions, they also face significant risks. For example, the potion's power can gradually erode their mind... This erosion can refer to the potion's inherent side effects, or the risks associated with advancing one's spiritual level. In short, both can lead to mental breakdown, complete loss of control, and ultimately, descent into the abyss!"

She paused, her tone suddenly turning serious: "The calming bark is an herb that can effectively suppress mental instability. Its gentle effects can calm any superhuman! If used to prepare a potion in the early stages of instability, it will most likely restore mental stability. Moreover, most magical potions use it as an auxiliary ingredient, so its value and scarcity are self-evident..."

In other words, I've struck gold?

Richard's lips curled up almost imperceptibly. He couldn't help but feel a little fortunate that he actually possessed a hammer that could make the herbalist feel comfortable... Without the hammer, he might not have been able to escape the abyss, nor would he have been able to obtain the Tranquilizing Bark...

Nolan composed himself slightly: "Since you're not yet a transcendent being, have you decided on the path you want to take? I remember Naansanho has many complete potion recipes covering different pathways. And there are two potions I've already concocted! Have you already chosen your desired path from her, or have you prepared the corresponding potions yourself?"

This hits right where Richard was most conflicted...

He's been busy with all sorts of things lately, and after getting his first potion recipe from Alice, he hasn't even had time to seriously think about his future...

Richard remained silent, his mind racing through different sequence traits such as Knight, Creator, and Spirit Toucher.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer.

He actually quite liked the "Fear of the Undead" potion, the Puppeteer's Nineteenth Order potion. According to the description of the voice inside him, it seemed to be some kind of ability to create clones!

I just don't know the specific definition of a clone...

Everyone can trust the sommelier.

This is a group of madmen with a purely obsessive, almost morbid, pursuit of potion recipes...

Yes! There's a professional food processor sitting right next to me!

Perhaps we should ask for her opinion.