My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

Anyone who can say such things is definitely not a dark cockroach.

"It's good that you understand. That's why you entrusted me to communicate with you. I think she is embarrassed, and she can't afford to be embarrassed."

Luo Xiweiya had a blank expression on her face. This was the first time Noita saw a silent emotion on her face.

"In short, the client is of noble status and has an eccentric personality. He's not a bad person, but he has a bad mouth that makes people dislike him." The puppet dragon shook his head and said helplessly, "What do you think about the salary? If you have any opinions, please feel free to raise them."

"Can it be replaced with a psychic skill?"

Noita's thirst for skills is endless, and as a player, she will not miss the opportunity to expand her skill list.

The puppet dragon remained silent, as if communicating with a friend through a synesthesia beacon. After a moment, she gave a clear result: "Okay, one skill per month."

Chapter 21: Dragon in the Mist

The commission was completed easily and happily.

Luo Xiweiya smiled contentedly and said happily, "The outsiders' affairs are over now. Let's talk about our business. I found a master craftsman. She is not well-known, but her skills are superb. She is a perfect shaper of the Path of Casting and can handle all difficult needs."

The Gestalt Shaper class treads the path of forging, renowned for their creations. This class is an advanced class to the Transcendent rank, accessible from a variety of basic classes. They can transform anything, creating magnificent or majestic wonders. They are the pinnacle of craftsmanship, possessing unparalleled talent. Their creations and weapons are among the finest and rarest in the world. Countless professionals and dignitaries are proud to possess a Gestalt Shaper's artifacts.

Noita showed her excitement appropriately, scratching her paws on the cushions; she was really greedy.

She originally only hoped that Luo Xiweiya could find a second-level alchemy master, but she didn't expect her to be so powerful.

How come this guy has all kinds of connections?

There is a kitten scratching in my heart.

Suddenly, Noita slumped: "Thirty thousand gold coins doesn't seem to be enough."

The fees charged by high-level professionals are extremely high. If you want to hire a Gestalt Shaper, the lowest market price is 100,000 gold coins. Even at this price, there is still no demand, because high-level professionals are often not short of money, and it is difficult to impress them with money.

"Of course it's not enough." Luo Xiweiya dragged out the last words, "But I know the master, and I used my personal connections to persuade her to help. How about this time, consider it as a favor you owe me?"

Noita was overjoyed: "Okay."

"What kind of wonder do you want to create? What effect do you want to achieve?"

"I need a living weapon." Noita already had the design. "It should be able to merge into my flesh and blood, form a contract with psychic energy, and operate with my power..."

Noita introduced the effects in detail and put forward her ideas.

Luo Xiweiya listened with interest, silently analyzing the effects: "Spiritual Gold is the base, Source Quality is the blend, Mithril increases magical affinity, and Dream Shadow Moon Orchid gives it the ability to transform reality into illusion..."

She went over the materials that Noita asked her to buy in her mind, and at the same time listened carefully to Noita's description of the techniques, and quickly analyzed the effects of the materials.

I just racked my brains trying to figure out the function of the hysteresis crystal cluster and a few other materials.

Roshivia directly asked Noita what they were used for, and Noita replied, "They are not used in the Wonder Objects. Just give them to me. I have other uses for them."

"I see."

But she still had doubts. Refining a magical item wasn't just about piling up materials. Many of these materials were unrelated or even conflicting. Could they be balanced? Could they really be mixed together without causing an explosion?

No doubts will be raised, after all, it was not forged by her, so the questions will be left to the craftsman.

Luo Xiweiya nodded to show that she understood: "I will pass on the request to the other party. I will notify you when the strange object is completed."

"Thank you."

Noita thanked him politely.

The unique item she was going to create was a weapon that only appeared in the middle of the game. It was jointly researched by the Imperial Conquest Association and the mages of Chongtianling, and took many years to complete.

Noita didn't remember the specific techniques, only the general description and the materials required. She had originally planned to let the craftsmen hired by Roshivia slowly figure it out, treating it as a long-term investment. Now that a Gestalt Shaper was in charge of the forging, she no longer had to worry about wasted materials or the artifact not being to her liking.

Just believe it!

You offer a favor in exchange for an equivalent return. In return, the prophet also receives an equivalent return. Remember your current choice.

The log was refreshed with unprecedented descriptions, as if a reminder.

It’s weird.

Noita didn't take it seriously. It was just a revitalized weapon, and that was the reward.

Later, Roshivia said goodbye to Noita.

Deep in the mountains, Luo Xiweiya stood on the top of a high tower, overlooking the misty green sea.

She jumped off the tower and glided to the ground.

The mountains were filled with ferocious monsters and savage tribes, who bowed their heads and knelt before her.

A solemn and dignified atmosphere permeated every wisp of mist and air. No matter whether they were humans, elves, werewolves, dragon lizards or monsters, all the intelligent creatures here carefully maintained silence, not letting the noises they made intrude on the ensemble of gurgling water and wind blowing through leaves.

Luo Xiweiya walked into the fog and came to a foggy mountain.

Because of her arrival, the white mist began to ripple and tremble slightly.

"what's up?"

A voice of the soul, so heavy that it seemed to have substance, rang out in Luo Xiweiya's heart.

"I'm here to pick up my belated birthday present. You said you would give me a handcrafted artifact as compensation for missing my coming-of-age ceremony."

"Oh, it seems to be true."

The white mist trembled slightly, and the towering black shadow shrouded in thick fog actually began to move.

It is not a static mountain, but an unshakable beast at the top of the food chain - the dragon.

Messenger of the mountains, the scale of calmness.

A majestic head, ferocious yet beautiful, emerged from the mist. The dragon looked at its adopted daughter and laughed.

"Viya, I'm glad you no longer remember that time you were late. Whatever you desire, I will ignite the fire of Typhon and create anything you desire with the wrath of the enemy of God."

The cliffs shook, the earth trembled, and a mind-blank pressure suddenly descended. The birds forgot to flap their wings out of fear, and the deer and monsters all knelt on the ground, whimpering and trembling.

Luo Xiweiya also trembled under the power of the dragon. She repeated Noita's requirements and methods in a trembling voice, and then told the materials.

The dragon uttered a soft "Huh" and asked, "This doesn't seem like a plan you could come up with. Although incomplete, it shows your ingenuity and is quite ingenious. I didn't know you had made any achievements in alchemy. Viya, tell me the truth, was this really your idea?"

Luo Xiweiya spoke frankly, "A business partner designed this and asked me to find a craftsman to create this unique item for her."

"You want me to do something that even an extraordinary craftsman can do. Moreover, I want to give you a gift, but you give it to someone else. This really makes me unhappy. If I eat it in one bite, will you be angry?"

"Yes. No matter who you eat, I won't be happy."

Calm Scale hummed with an ambiguous sound.

When he woke up, his adopted daughter found someone she liked, which made Shenwen Zhilin feel not very happy.

"I will complete this wonder, but you must introduce this partner to me."

Luo Xiweiya frowned, she immediately realized that Calm Scale had misunderstood Noita's identity.

"You misunderstood. I don't meet her much. This is just a normal transaction."

Calm Scale didn't believe her explanation. Luo Xiweiya wanted to explain further, but she suddenly found that Calm Scale didn't show any attitude of wanting to kill Noita.

Her mother wasn't a cruel and heartless dragon, she was just simply unhappy.

This discovery gave Roshivia a new lease on life. If Noita truly was an outsider, undetermined by fate, she would have to forge an alliance with her, and her mother's help would be essential. Maintaining this misunderstanding would allow her mother to help her if Noita refused to comply.

Thinking of this, Luo Xiweiya remained silent, as if agreeing with Calm Scale's opinion.

This gesture made Calm Scale's tone even lower. She ordered, "In half a year, I will have a party with the rest of my kind. You must come."

"But I can't go out and see people."

"This has nothing to do with me. Either you go, or your partner goes."

Luo Xiweiya frowned and left, thinking about how to solve this problem.

After she left, the mountains returned to silence. Calm Scale chanted a spell, and in an instant, a demon spirit was summoned here.

Demons are a kind of magical life similar to ghosts, usually transformed from spellcasters with excellent magical talents. They possess supernatural powers such as teleportation and material travel, and have a high affinity for the path of shadows.

The summoned demon spirit wore a long skirt and had an elf-like appearance, as dull as gray mist.

She floated in the air and bowed to the dragon: "Master."

"Daihui, go take care of Luo Xiweiya's life and pass on the anomaly to me, just like she did before she was fourteen."

"Yes."

Chapter 23: Girls in Action

Serkar City, Community No. 7.

Adele wandered the streets, observing the neighbors in Community 7.

Faces flashed through her mind, screening them.

She had lived in Community No. 7 since she was a child and was familiar with the situations of her neighbors. She also had good playmates and friendly neighbors. However, with the warnings from the Kaza Brotherhood, they all distanced themselves from her, and the few people who were willing to help her also encountered trouble.

Adele remembered Noita's order again.

With her good image, it is not difficult for her to gather a group of people to form a small group.

The reason why she didn't do this before was, firstly, because she didn't think of going here, and secondly, it was difficult to fight against professionals without professionals.

Things are different now. There is clear news that the Kaza Brotherhood is shrinking its influence and the community is at its weakest point of control. This is the best time.

The face of the person she wanted to recruit froze in Adele's mind, and the gun in her arms gave her confidence.

She calmed down and took the initiative to visit a friend.

It was a converted homestay located at the end of the community street. It had four floors and looked bloated, giving people a sense of danger of crumbling. The exterior walls were sparsely decorated and bore mottled traces of time.

Adele pushed open the door, and a strange, old smell drifted into her nose. The first thing she saw was a small living room. The owner of the house, Mr. Musas, was dozing on the counter.

The house was filled with a damp and hot smell. Adele walked into the living room and mustered up the courage to knock on the counter.

Mr. Musas is sixty-seven years old and a little old man. He is sleepy all day long and his days are like nights.

"Oh, little girl from the Muse family, how come you have time to come and see me?"

Musas woke up from his dream and looked at Adele in surprise: "I heard that you have had some troubles recently. How is it? Have you solved it?"

"Not yet." Adele didn't want to talk about it. She asked, "Is Beth home?"

Bess was the nephew of Musas.

Musas looked embarrassed. "Yes, but if you want him to deal with gang members, you are out of luck. He was injured some time ago and is not in good condition."

"I just wanted to see him."

After confirming that Beth was at home, Adele thanked Mr. Musas and went to Beth's room.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and a hurried voice came from inside the room: "Who is it?"

Judging from the tone, Beth seemed very unhappy that someone came at this time.

"It's me, Adele."

Clang.

A series of terrible and chaotic noises came out through the door, and people who didn't know what was going on thought that there was a cat and a mouse having a terrible fight in the room.

After a period of chaos, the house became quiet.

The door opened and a beautiful lady came into Adele's sight.

"?"

"It's a rare guest. Please go inside and sit down. We'll talk later."

Just when Adele thought that she had opened the door incorrectly, causing Beth to become a sister from a brother, the boy she was familiar with pushed the beautiful girl out of the corridor, pushing and shoving all the way, and it was obvious that the girl was not very happy.

Now Adele understood why Musas looked so embarrassed.

There was a small commotion in the corridor because of the two people. Adele walked into the room and sat down. She held her chin and looked at the empty corridor.

The commotion outside died down after a while. Beth covered up her embarrassment with laughter: "Haha, why did you think of looking for me?"

Beth was in good health, in good spirits, and had no visible injuries.

They tacitly ignored the beautiful girl.

Adele did not reveal her original intention. She said: "I heard from Mr. Musas that you were injured?"