I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Chapter 152 Helen's Compensation (5K-word long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Richard and Helen returned to the YC apartment together.

The apartment was unusually quiet today; the women downstairs had finally stopped their fight and I wonder where they'd gone.

Helen was so nervous she didn't know what to do.

Or, how about we change into something nicer?

Helen looked at her hoodie and jeans and felt they were so outdated.

No wonder Richard didn't think much of him.

Richard wandered around the room, noticing significant changes from before. Another bedroom had been made up, and he asked curiously, "Who's staying here?"

"Emily, she sometimes comes over to keep me company after that incident," Helen said casually, her ears turning bright red. "Do you want to take a shower?"

She didn't know what to do either.

I really have no experience.

Richard nodded: "Okay, are you going to wash or not?"

Is this an invitation for me to shower together?

"You, you, you go first." Helen was extremely embarrassed and ran into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Richard laughed. America is really interesting. They're open to sex and don't discriminate between men and women, yet they're conservative about premarital chastity.

Richard could hear Helen's voice in the bedroom.

I think I was changing clothes; I put on one piece of clothing and then threw it away.

Richard went into the bathroom, looked around, found a new toothbrush, tore open the packaging, and started brushing.

The first time, you need to be clean; it's a necessary respect for the girl.

Immediately afterwards, Richard took a quick shower.

Helen only dared to exhale when she heard the bathroom door close.

She frantically rummaged through the wardrobe.

She held the white shirt up to her nose, then tossed it back onto the bed.

No, that's too formal.

The second item was a T-shirt, which was too casual.

The third item was a dress. She glanced at it and stuffed it back in. It was too conservative and too long. It might be difficult to take it off later.

She was heartbroken if she accidentally tore it.

She is still very poor.

Finally, she pulled out a light blue thin sweater with a neckline that was lower than usual, revealing glimpses of her ample figure underneath. This was the outfit she wore for a video shoot.

It seemed normal enough, so I kept it.

She deliberately bought a sweater a size too big, with the hem covering her short skirt, only revealing her two straight, long legs, which was very eye-catching.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a while.

Will Richard think I'm too cheap?

She quickly applied light makeup, feeling uneasy and nervous, her whole body burning up.

What should we do next?

Should we have a drink to get into the mood?

"Do you have any bathrobes?" Richard asked.

"Oh, yes, yes." Helen immediately pulled out a new men's bathrobe.

dong dong.

She knocked on the bathroom door, turning her face far away.

Richard didn't care. At this point, what was there to be shy about? He picked it up and glanced at it.

The labels weren't even torn off.

The size is perfect.

Looking at Helen's light blue sweater, the fine mesh reveals glimpses of her black underwear underneath.

This girl planned this all along!

Richard was about to laugh when he suddenly heard his ears twitch as he heard someone step out of the elevator.

The footsteps were light; it was a girl.

She took out the key.

Without saying a word, Richard quickly put on his bathrobe.

The sound of a key turning in the lock came from outside the gate.

Helen froze, as if someone had pressed the pause button, and asked nervously, "Who?!"

Emily's voice came from outside the door: "Emily."

Helen was about to cry.

Richard had just finished showering and changed into a bathrobe; his hair was still wet.

Richard asked, "What should we do? Should we tell her?"

"No!" Helen's heart was pounding. "She'll curse me to death! I swore an oath before the Lord!"

Richard almost burst out laughing. Now he remembers the Lord, but what about before?

So what if Emily came? He didn't care.

The key continued to turn.

Helen was almost in tears: "Hide! Richard, please!"

"Alright then." Richard didn't make things difficult for the girl.

The door lock is open.

Emily came in carrying a lot of bags and saw Helen standing in the doorway. She said with displeasure, "Helen, what are you doing? Why didn't you open the door for me!"

Helen glanced at the bathroom; Richard shrank back inside, the door still open.

Helen rushed over and slammed the bathroom door shut. At the same time, she turned to face the doorway, stammering, "Nothing happened! Why are you here?"

"I bought some Chinese ingredients today. I'll see if I can cook them. I'll treat Richard to dinner next time." Emily carried the ingredients into the kitchen.

Richard quickly changed back into his own clothes and stuffed his bathrobe into the laundry basket below.

He looked around. Helen's bathroom was smaller than his own room; it was rectangular, about 2 meters wide and 5 meters long.

It's 6 meters high, but it's a mid-to-high-end apartment after all, so the height is quite high, at least 3.5 meters.

The sink, toilet, and bathtub are crammed together, and even slightly overweight people have to turn sideways to avoid them; there's simply nowhere to hide.

All I can do is pray that Emily doesn't come in.

He could clearly hear Helen and Emily giving incoherent and perfunctory answers.

Then Emily came over.

Richard kicked his slippers under the sink, then, barefoot, braced himself against the walls on either side and quickly climbed to the roof, where he hung suspended in mid-air.

"What are you doing!" Helen exclaimed in horror as Emily pushed open the bathroom door.

"Going to the toilet!" Emily glanced at Helen suspiciously. "You're acting strange today."

The bathroom was filled with steam: "You just took a shower?"

Just as Helen clutched her chest, about to apologize to Emily, the bathroom door opened.

empty.

What about Richard?

Emily went to the toilet.

Richard moved with Emily's position, staying above her head the whole time.

His physique ensured coordination and strength, and he moved silently, like a strange spider.

Luckily it was daytime and the lights weren't on, otherwise blocking the light would have definitely given them away.

Emily couldn't see the top of her head.

Helen saw it, her heart nearly stopped, and she covered her mouth in terror, almost screaming.

Emily sat on the toilet: "Helen!"

Richard read everything he should and shouldn't have read.

It's very moisturizing and very white.

Helen immediately looked at Emily, avoiding Richard's gaze: "Huh?"

Emily was very puzzled: "I asked you a question, and what are you doing standing in the doorway? Why do you look so pale?"

Emily looked at Helen suspiciously: "Huh? Why are you dressed so strangely? This isn't your usual style. And why is your face so red? Are you filming one of those videos again?!"

Emily narrowed her eyes and asked in a hostile tone.

"No!" Helen's voice rose a half-octave. "Really, no!"

Splash!

Emily said angrily, "Helen, I've told you so many times, if you need money, you can tell me. Once that video gets out, your life will be over. Think about it, last time that bastard even found your address to blackmail you. If it weren't for Richard helping you—"

"Stop talking! Sister! Stop talking!" Helen's ears burned.

Richard was currently two meters above her head, trying his best to suppress his laughter.

Emily sighed. "But how many times can he help you?"

"I really didn't take any pictures," Helen tried to make her tone sound normal. "I was just organizing the closet."

Emily didn't believe her: "You never lie. Your face is as red as a tomato, and you're wearing such revealing clothes. Could it be... you bought one of those sex toys again?"

"Huh?" Helen felt like her brains were about to pop out of her ears: "I didn't buy any video toys!! Emily! Stop it!"

Emily casually grabbed a tissue: "Get out of here, what are you doing here?"

"No! I'm right here!"

Helen tried hard to get Emily's attention, afraid that she would look up.

Emily raised an eyebrow: "You're standing here watching me use the toilet? When did you develop this fetish?"

"I—I have so much to tell you," Helen stammered. "I feel like we sisters haven't been communicating enough lately. You're always so busy with work, and so am I. We haven't had a chance to have a proper chat."

"Alright. Go ahead and tell me."

Helen opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

She didn't have anything to talk about; she just didn't want Emily to look up.

Richard hovered above their heads, his body slowly sliding down.

He wasn't tired, but he had just taken a shower and the walls were too slippery.

Emily finally finished, flushed, got up, washed her hands, and looked ready to leave the bathroom.

Helen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Emily suddenly said, "You've just taken a shower, you're quite warm, I'll take a shower too."

A bath?! Helen's scalp tingled.

You can't take a bath.

Why?

"Because—" Helen's mind raced, "I haven't showered yet! I need to shower first! You can shower after I'm done!"

Emily looked at her suspiciously: "You just took a shower."

"Ah?" Helen was about to cry.

"Helen, what on earth are you doing today?" Emily's voice turned stern. "Did you just film one of those videos?!"

"No!" Helen had no choice but to lie, "I misspoke, I need to go to the toilet."

"My stomach hurts." Helen clutched her lower abdomen. "You go out first, I'll be right back after I use the restroom. Ten minutes, just ten minutes."

Helen pushed Emily's shoulder and led her outside: "Go change into your pajamas first, I'll call you when I'm done."

"You really are—" Emily was half-pushed and half-shoved out of the bathroom, glancing back as she left: "Hurry up, Helen."

The moment the door closed, Richard jumped down from the wall. His powerful body control allowed him to land barefoot on the tiled floor with almost no sound.

Helen's face flushed crimson, and she whispered, "How are you leaving?"

Emily's footsteps could be heard outside as she returned: "Helen, which room is your bathrobe in? Mine is a little dirty because I forgot to wash it."

Richard quickly slipped behind the door, his back pressed against the wall.

Emily walked to the door.

Helen opened the door a crack, blocked the gap with her body, and said, "The second shelf on the left in the bedroom closet."

Emily glanced at Helen with a puzzled look, feeling that her sister was acting strangely today, and then turned and went to her bedroom.

Helen breathed a sigh of relief, and then she saw the shoe rack by the door.

Richard's shoes were placed on the bottom shelf of the shoe rack!

Helen felt a chill run down her spine.

She rushed out of the bathroom and kicked Richard's shoes under the shoe cabinet before Emily left the bedroom.

She had just finished kicking when Emily came out with a bathrobe: "Weren't you going to the bathroom? What are you doing out here?"

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"It's done."

"So fast, you peed your pants, didn't you?"

"No! Sister!"

"I can't be bothered with you. You're done, I'm going to shower." Emily took her bathrobe and headed for the bathroom.

Helen's head buzzed.

Richard is still in the bathroom!

She rushed over to stop her, but Emily had already pushed open the door and gone inside.

Helen's heart nearly stopped when she followed him into the bathroom.

Richard was standing right behind the door!

She immediately went up to Emily.

Emily unbuttoned her shirt and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing in here?"

"I'll chat with you."

"When did you develop the habit of bathing with people?" Emily had already taken off her outer and inner clothes and casually tossed them into Helen's hands: "Here you go."

Richard could see clearly the shredded flesh, the trimmed briefs, and the bra.

Emily pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the bathtub.

Helen immediately pulled the shower curtain closed.

Richard seized the opportunity and quickly dashed outside.

Emily pulled back the shower curtain, clearly annoyed. "It's so stuffy!"

Helen shuddered.

Fortunately, Richard was quick, and Emily still didn't see him.

This is absolutely terrible!

Helen wanted to cry.

"Are you cold?" Emily asked.

"It's not cold."

"Then why are you shaking?"

Helen didn't know how to explain, so she immediately left the bathroom.

Emily asked in surprise, "Weren't you going to chat with me?"

"I don't want to talk anymore."

She quickly closed the bathroom door.

Richard was quickly putting on his shoes.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Richard's smile was ambiguous.

Helen was almost crying with embarrassment.

She finally mustered up the courage today, and Richard unexpectedly agreed, only to encounter this situation.

She doesn't know when she'll be able to muster the courage again.

"I'm leaving now," Richard said softly.

Helen bit her lip and loosened her clenched fist.

"I'm sorry for interrupting me today," she said softly, her voice almost inaudible. "Maybe next time."

Richard didn't ask her when the next time would be; he simply nodded.

He gently opened the door.

Helen suddenly strode forward.

Richard felt something soft touch his left cheek, warm and brief, lasting less than half a second.

He turned his head slightly to the side.

Helen had already taken a half step back, her ears as red as if they had been burned.

"I just...actually...I'm really sorry, and I feel...I need to make it up to you."

Richard laughed and stroked her hair.

"Thank you, I'm leaving." Richard walked out, and the door closed gently behind him without making a loud noise.

Helen stood there, lost in thought.

She touched her lips with her fingers.

We kissed too fast just now, I forgot what it felt like, what a pity!

You only get one chance in your life.

It's all my sister's fault!

"Helen? Who are you talking to?"

Helen shuddered in fright: "N-nobody!"

I think I heard the door close.

No! It's just the wind!

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Richard returned to his room next door.

The sound of Emily taking a bath reached my ears.

He paid no attention to it, focusing his attention on Roderick's memories.

There are a total of 10 stages. The number of stages you get with 15 points of spirit is about the same as the number you get with 14 points of spirit.

However, the duration of each memory segment has increased, generally exceeding one minute, which is far superior to the previous few seconds, and it also carries a significant amount of more information.

First paragraph:

Roderick was sitting at the dining table in his kitchen, with black coffee and the New York Post in front of him.

Judging from the sunlight outside, it was probably morning. A middle-aged woman turned around from the stove, brought over a plate of fried eggs and bacon, placed it in front of him, and casually took away the cold coffee...

Richard carefully memorized the woman's face; perhaps she was his wife, but if not, it would be worth investigating.

Second paragraph:

Roderick stood on the balcony, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, not smoking it, just holding it, probably deep in thought.

He just stood there in a daze; he wasn't of much value.

The third paragraph...

It wasn't until the seventh paragraph that Richard finally obtained valuable information:

Roderick was sitting in the cockpit of a ship.

The man in the black jacket stood on the ship's railing, twirling a butterfly knife in his hand. He flipped the blade between his fingers a few times and then closed it, his movements as practiced as if he were handling a pen.

"Roderick, you know what to do. The Godfather is very unhappy."

"Don't worry," Roderick said calmly, "I'll shut them up."

The conversation between the two was of little value, but Richard noticed the nautical logbook on the table, clearly showing the ship's name:

"Free Transport No. 3".

Richard wrote it down.

If this ship is their regular meeting place, then it might be very important.

If it's only temporary, then it has no value.

Richard was honestly a little disappointed.

I thought I could get more information, but it turned out to be of little value.

There were only two gains: a ship called "Freedom Transport 3" and the title of "Godfather".

In this context, this title could mean two things: a real godfather, like the adoptive father or godfather of the University of Tokyo, or a mafia boss.

The matter of the black jacket has once again fallen into a state of complete confusion.

Roderick's trail unexpectedly ended, leaving us to wait for the black jacket to slip up again.

Richard pondered for a moment.

Currently, the [Skeleton Nest] is awaiting delivery from the South River Factory and cannot proceed for the time being.

Unlocking the [Undead Warrior] quest has a bottleneck: to create 5 [Soul Guardians], you need 5 [Leaping Souls], and you're currently two short.

The conditions for this thing to be produced are extremely rare, and Richard doesn't know if Irving can produce two more.

The "Seed of Plague" involves a military biological laboratory, but there's been no further news for now, and he doesn't want to provoke the military.

The "Flesh and Blood Forging" quest is the only one that can be continuously progressed through.

As long as you go to Han Qing's clinic for regular blood draws, your condition can steadily improve.

93/1000 has now been completed.

Richard has enhanced the shadows of all 20-point abundance [Flesh and Blood], and it is still under observation. Its safety needs to be verified over time.

Next, before the diamond is fully cultivated, accelerate the demonization of the [fresh flesh and blood].

Try to complete the task within two months!

Richard made up his mind.

When Antonio brought out the statue of Saint-Debbie, he held it with both hands.

He wiped the table three times.

Use a dry cloth for the first layer, a damp cloth for the second layer, and a dry cloth again for the third layer.

After wiping, he took two steps back and carefully checked the table for any glint of dust.

Only after making sure it was clean did they place the golden statue squarely in the center.

He promised that if they could overcome the difficulties, he would build a golden statue of Debbie.

It's really a success now.

Saint-Debbie helped him achieve a phoenix-like rebirth, a substitution of one thing for another.

Antonio kept his promise.

The statue's face was modeled after a photograph of Debbie, and it depicts her wearing a saint's robe and a golden crown of thorns.

Antonio commissioned the craftsmen to carve it, but it doesn't look like a statue of a deity used in rituals; it seems more like a female character figurine from a certain game.

Fortunately, he specifically asked the craftsman to sculpt Debbie's features to be more benevolent.

Like the Virgin Mary in a church, only then did it barely have a sense of holiness.

He lit three incense sticks in front of the statue, took two steps back, knelt down and kowtowed, then put his hands together and finally made the sign of the cross on his chest.

Anyway, we'll go through both Eastern and Western religious rituals, with the main idea being that more rituals won't offend the gods.

Just then, a voice came from the doorway.

It's not big, but it sounds like a happy thing.

"I heard you're the new Dali?"

Antonio turned his head and looked.

A man in a black jacket slipped in unnoticed. He leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, a sincere and cheerful smile on his face. "What a coincidence, I'm new here too. Let me introduce myself. You can call me Black Jacket. I'm here to replace the man in the suit. By the way, New Dali, you should know the man in the suit, right?"