"Mary, clean the bathroom."

Sulu slowly walked down the stairs and said to the maid.

"Okay, sir!"

Mary went upstairs with a bucket and a rag, and then she heard an exclamation: "Goddess..."

There seemed to be words behind her, but she lowered her voice.

"Harlock, you have a good family!"

Sulu smiled and said to Harlock.

Erha raised her head and stared at him, with a little confused expression. She sniffed her nose and then lowered her head lazily.

"As for you... Margaret!"

Sulu called his female tenant: "You are free..."

He handed several manuscripts to Margaret: "This is the mystery knowledge left by your grandfather...it's just a manuscript, the original one is in the police station."

"Thank you...thank you."

Margaret was a little confused, but was very happy to accept it: "Thank you for your Rory Day gift!"

Oh! I've suffered! I forgot to buy a gift for my husband.

The girl glanced at Sulu, looking a little nervous.

"You don't have to be polite...you can leave. If you meet those believers of the big snake you mentioned, please bring my greetings!"

Sulu felt that he had to take the initiative.

After doing all this, he returned to the bedroom, and suddenly, the corner of his mouth curled up and a strange smile appeared.

Immediately, his body gradually became illusory and turned into invisible.

“Beautiful job!”

The real Sulu walked out of the closet and watched the shadow clone disappear.

Today's shadow clone can perfectly complete all his thoughts within the control range, and it feels like he has opened two perspectives. And because it is originally "shadow" and "illusion", you can pinch your face as much as you want, such as disguising yourself as him now.

In the experiment just now, even Harlock couldn't find any abnormalities.

"In this way... I can go to Irving's dinner."

Sulu glanced at the property bar:

Name: [Sulu Portley]

Occupation: [Magic Artist] (Level 3), [Shadow Warrior] (Level 3)

Rank: [3]

Title: [Black Knight]

Strength: [2.4], Agility: [6.0], Physical: [4.0], Spirit: [10.0]

Inspiration: [8.0] (10.0)

Skills: [Corpse Creation Lv1], [Maga Fighting Technique Lv7], [Soul Out of Body Lv6], [Spiritual Pressure Lv4], [Spiritual Chain Lv1], [Magic Item Making Lv4], [Pill Refining Lv1], [Spiritual Magic Lv1], [Shadow Clan Lv1]

Passive: [General Hebrew lv3], [Basic Physics lv5], [Demon Hunting Knowledge lv4], [Ancient Hebrew lv3], [Goram lv4], [Mysterious Knowledge lv5], [Strong lv4], [Smart Step lv1], [Arrogant Words lv1]

xp:【20】

"The experience value is still insufficient. In fact, I also want to improve the auxiliary skills of [Magic Artist], as well as [Skillful Steps], [Spirit Chain], etc. Unfortunately, the clone skills of [Shadow Warrior] are more suitable for adventures at night."

"As for future career planning... the follow-up of [Missary] [Dream Making Master] has not been found yet, but the requirements of [Dimension Walker] seem to be easier to meet... I must hurry up and train... Although I am not going to upgrade my rank in the near future."

Now that both professions are third-level, he is completely confident to fight any fourth-level profession.

The improved soul essence leads to the continuous reduction of the "true spirit experience" you gain, and it is necessary to accumulate for a period of time and accumulate more experience values.

...

night.

In front of Irving's villa, the water flow in the fountain reflects various lights.

Luxury and noble carriages were parked in front of the villa, and gentlemen and ladies were dressed up.

They are all figures in the upper-class circle of Rory City. At this time, they gathered together and were invited to celebrate his birthday for the Dougwell heir, Irving Dougwell.

In the hall, a specially invited music troupe is playing hard.

The violin and cello converge into a melodious symphony, and there are already pairs of men and women dancing on the dance floor.

Sulu wore a straight tuxedo, a black bow tie, and a glass of champagne in his hand, watching the scene quietly.

‘Irving still cannot disobey his father’s will and must preside over the celebration here…Is this the horror of the curse of fate?’

He was very interested in this curse, as well as subsequent developments, and even the suspected "speaker".

But there is no doubt that on this night, this villa is the most dangerous place in Rory City, no doubt about it!

Therefore, Sulu chose to come with a shadow clone, and his body was ambushed outside, ready to escape or respond at any time.

‘The current clone... can only imprint the abilities of the [Shadow Warrior], which is a pity. Otherwise, I would like to take a closer look at the ancient well...’

But if you want to watch it in person, Sulu will definitely not do it.

He didn't want to lose his life to satisfy his curiosity.

In the world of occultism, curiosity and danger can be equated.

If he hadn't obtained the ability to clone this time, he wouldn't have the courage to come to the dinner.

"A very ordinary banquet..."

Without inspiration, Sulu still had a keen observation ability. He walked around without a trace, and except for the garden, he did not find any problem.

"Um?"

He came to the corridor and was suddenly stunned, looking at the row of oil paintings above.

That was the ancestors of the Dougwell family, and I heard Irving introduce it before.

But now, these decaying oil paintings have been obviously renovated, revealing a bright luster, and each character is lifelike.

Johnny, Ernest, and Little Irving and Big Irving!

"The Dougwell family's appearance is very similar, with blue eyes, high nose bridge, obvious characteristics..."

Sulu looked at Big Irving and felt that the other party looked familiar.

He looked at the introduction below: "Irving Dougwell, ???—154, the first official head of the Dougwell family in the historical records, participated in the construction and naming of Rory City..."

"This Dougwell family's ancestor was born unknown and died in 154 years of the federal calendar? It's similar to my previous speculation... He is also pretty good, laying the foundation of the Dougwell family, and perhaps a professional."

Compared with the Portley family, although the Dougwell family is low-key, it has great connotation.

The head of the family, almost the "speaker" of every generation of Shadow Council, now almost secretly grasps the entire city! With this alone, Sulu felt that the ancestors of the Portley family would blush.

"If I were Irving... I must start faster and have more choices..."

Just then, he suddenly became excited when he heard the music.

Amid the applause, Irving, wearing a retro dress and a pale face, was being led into the banquet center by a middle-aged man.

His expression was confused and frightened, like a helpless elk.

"That's the dress in the dream that Irving has been complaining about?"

Sulu looked over and saw Owen wearing a red base dress, which had the smell of a standard military uniform, and there was also a space left on his shoulders and chest specifically for hanging medals.

"Just... it feels too retro, at least a hundred years ago."

He complained, suddenly stunned, and his body began to tremble unconsciously.

"Almost...exactly the same!"

Sulu raised her head, looked at Dougwell's oil paintings, and then looked at Irving on the dance floor. Her lips moved, but there was no sound.
Chapter completed!