Lord of the Mysteries: I Only Want to Farm

Secret: I just want to farm,Many years later, facing the outer gods of the starry sky, Michael Winston will recall the distant afternoon when he first saw the extraordinary. "Who knows, I really just wanted to farm at the beginning!!! But in this era, no one can be immune. In the mid-term, I tend to operate the farming flow and unlock the new gameplay of the secret world. (Starting with the farmer's path, ending in the old days, not changing marriage, slow in the early stage, will invest in Xiaoke.),Chapter 1 Naked Female CorpseTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2644 wordsUpdate time: 2025-04-05 19:09:50

"I dreamed of a sea that could embrace all colors and all possibilities.

God's light shines down from the dome, dreamlike creations move between reality and illusion, the eyes of ancient wisdom watch, thunder and lightning and strong winds swirl endlessly, and eventually everything returns to shadow.

Finally... the Lord also returns to the shadow."

"Um..."

Chen Yi felt that there must be something wrong with his brain.

He, a staunch atheist, actually had a dream with such a strong religious flavor.

Until now, the image of himself in the dream with tears streaming down his face and crying "My Lord" still lingers in his mind.

Chen Yi felt speechless for a rare moment. He rubbed his temples with his hands. When he was about to get up and pour a glass of water to soothe his dry throat, he felt a strange touch on his arm.

Chen Yi subconsciously turned his gaze to his left, and then a scene that was disgusting enough to make one unable to swallow food for three days pierced his eyes.

Next to him lay a naked female corpse with her limbs bent backwards. Her abdomen looked like it had been torn apart by someone's hands. The tear was extremely uneven, but no internal organs were visible.

But even though her body had suffered such inhuman treatment, the female corpse's face, which was covered with heavy makeup, still had a smile on it, an extremely creepy smile.

The white bed sheet beneath her was covered with rose petals, some red, some even redder, full of "romance".

If an ordinary person saw this horrifying scene, his first reaction would definitely be fear, panic or helplessness. However, Chen Yi turned his gaze at the first moment to determine where he was.

In just a few seconds, Chen Yi had scanned the surrounding environment thoroughly.

He was now in a room with a very European style. From the overall layout of the room, Chen Yi deduced that this was probably a guest room in a hotel, or at least a bedroom in a middle-class family. In any case, it would never be his doghouse.

Then Chen Yi noticed several abnormalities in his body - perfect abdominal muscle lines, clear vision even without glasses, and shoulder-length black hair, which were completely different from his original self.

The changes in his body and the unfamiliar scene before him immediately gave Chen Yi a guess in his mind - he had traveled through time, or his soul had traveled through time!

After a long while, Chen Yi raised his hand and scratched his hair, muttering softly: "Tsk, time travel is really troublesome."

Faced with this bizarre event that only existed in novels, Chen Yi's face did not show any joy or confusion that a normal person would have.

As a certain literary giant once said: "The joys and sorrows of each person are not the same", he now only feels troubled.

Feeling the irritability filling his brain, Chen Yi quickly recited his own meditation sutra in his heart.

"My name is Chen Yi, I'm 26 years old, single, and currently work as an online writer. My monthly income is just enough to support my life.

I don't have any special hobbies, I don't smoke or drink, I keep fit, update once a day, get off work on time, and make sure I get enough sleep.

The few things that interest me are food and complaining. The former makes me feel physically comfortable, while the latter relaxes my brain.

The only difference between me and normal people is that I can't feel fear, and I don't have the most basic emotions such as anger, joy, sadness, and love.

I don't care about winning or losing. My only wish in this life is to live a peaceful life. For this, I can pretend to be a normal person.

In my eyes, there are only a few levels of things: not troublesome, troublesome, and super troublesome.

Frankly speaking, as long as it doesn't affect me, even if someone is killed in front of me, I will pretend not to see it.

But once it affects my peaceful life, I will eradicate these anomalies even if it takes all my strength."

After repeating to himself several times that if he said it out loud, others would think he was a psychopath, Chen Yi finally regained his composure. He then turned his gaze back to the naked female corpse beside him.

Chen Yi frowned slightly and narrowed his eyes. In his opinion, a woman's tragic death could not be suicide, but homicide. Then, if he woke up next to the corpse, he would most likely be identified as the murderer.

No matter which world it is, murder is basically a serious violation of social order. Once he is identified as a murderer, it means that the peaceful life he pursues will no longer exist.

Super troublesome!

After determining the level of the incident, Chen Yi sighed and began to calmly analyze the current situation.

There are many problems at present. Chen Yi classified them one by one according to their importance and gave priority to the most urgent issues.

First of all, his current identity.

Chen Yi sat up and tried to recall everything about the original owner, but when it came to memories, his head was like a mess. Many memories about this body seemed vague, and he only retained some basic common sense of life.

After a few seconds, Chen Yi decisively gave up this worthless behavior and turned his gaze expressionlessly to several items placed on the bedside table next to him, intending to use them to deduce some information about the original owner.

There were several items placed on the rough wooden surface: an unfinished bottle of wine, two glasses, a wallet, a gold-plated button decoration that had lost its luster, a pocket watch that looked valuable but whose hands could not move, and a revolver with a brass luster.

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows, took the wallet first, and luckily found something similar to an ID card in it. In addition, there were several banknotes of different denominations in the wallet.

Based on the fragments of memory in his mind, Chen Yi learned that people in this world call the things in their hands "identity certificates."

He glanced at the information on the ID and whispered the original owner's name.

"Michael Winston?"

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment.

Seeing that the name did not awaken any memory of his, Chen Yi quickly put this name that was the same as the archangel's out of his mind and took out a 10-dollar bill from his wallet.

Chen Yi knew that this kind of paper money was called Gold Risos, which was the legal currency of the Feynaport Kingdom, one of the powerful countries in the northern continent. It had denominations of 1, 5, 10, and 20. The purchasing power of 1 Gold Risos was roughly equivalent to 60 to 80 RMB in his previous life.

After looking at Chen Yi and putting away the banknotes, he picked up several other things one by one.

After checking everything, Chen Yi could not recall any other useful information except the surname abbreviation engraved on the inside of the pocket watch, which reminded him that the original owner was a hybrid of Loen and Feynaport.

Chen Yi put down his pocket watch and turned his gaze to the female corpse.

He is now facing only two situations. The first is that the original owner is a perverted murderer and he did kill the woman. In order to live a peaceful life, all he has to do is to deal with the body before anyone discovers the incident, destroy the evidence, and then escape.

The second possibility is that the original owner is innocent and was framed. Then what he needs to do is to find out the truth and prove his innocence.

But after thinking for a few seconds, Chen Yi realized that no matter what the situation was, he only had one choice.

Because even if he was really innocent, it was impossible for him to immediately find out the real murderer at this stage, and once this scene was discovered by others, he would lose his freedom.

That means he can only place his hopes of solving the case on investigators and police officers of unknown ability, hoping that they can catch the real murderer and clear his name.

However, Chen Yi could not accept this behavior of completely betting on others. Moreover, due to the loss of memory, he could not be sure which situation he was in.

After some thought, Chen Yi made a decision. No matter what the situation was, it would be best for him to escape from the crime scene first.

Just do it.

Chen Yi first got out of bed and walked to the window, carefully opened the curtains, and looked at the sky outside through the gap in the curtains.

Based on the position of the sun, he determined that the current time was around three to four in the afternoon.

Considering the heavy makeup on the only intact face of the female corpse and the current scene, Chen Yi guessed that the other party was most likely a street prostitute.

There is a possibility that this kind of woman is engaged in an organized sex trade. He cannot be sure when the original owner and the woman came to the hotel, so Chen Yi has to be wary of the possibility that the boss or relatives behind the female corpse are looking for her.

"Don't be lucky. After such a long time, her family and friends may have called the police. And this is a different world after all, and the time determined by the sun may not be accurate.

Besides, I don't have a suitable container to hold such a large body, and I lack the appropriate tools for other disposal methods…"

After weighing the pros and cons, Chen Yi decided to give up dealing with the body and leave the crime scene directly.

"But we still need to make some more preparations."

Chen Yi thought about it, took a step forward, and picked up the clothes thrown not far from the bed.Chapter 2 EscapeTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2668 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-22 16:33:35

After a while, Chen Yi, who had changed his clothes, pushed open the wooden door and walked out of the room.

The first thing that appeared in front of Chen Yi was a not very spacious corridor. The distance between the walls was just enough for two adult women to walk side by side. It was quite narrow.

Quickly closing the door, Chen Yi glanced at both sides of the aisle calmly.

Seeing that the aisle was empty, Chen Yi moved to the right according to the scattered memories that gradually emerged in his mind.

His current plan was to walk to the first floor as if nothing had happened, then go around to the bathroom window and climb out after making sure it was safe, and then take a carriage to leave the city as soon as possible.

Through the few remaining memories, Chen Yi judged that the world's technological level was roughly at the level of the First Industrial Revolution, and some criminal investigation technologies had not yet appeared, so his plan had a great chance of success.

Chen Yi was thinking, and just after taking a few steps, he suddenly saw a group of people walking towards him from a distance.

Thump thump thump.

The speed was very fast, and the sound of the soles of shoes hitting the stairs echoed throughout the corridor, with an urgency that everyone around could feel.

At this moment, Chen Yi's inner alarm bells rang.

Before he traveled through time, he had an extraordinary intuition since he was a child. Whenever something bad happened to him, Chen Yi could always get a vague premonition in advance, which saved his life many times.

Chen Yi didn't dare to be negligent in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface. He walked forward as if nothing had happened and looked at the people who were gradually approaching him with a normal person's eyes.

There were two men and one woman in this group. They were wearing ordinary clothes and looked no different from ordinary people, but Chen Yi still keenly sensed that something was wrong.

His eyes inconspicuously glanced at the waist of one of the men with burnt yellow curly hair. There was an obvious vertical bulge there, and judging from its shape, it was most likely the handle of a pistol.

Looking at the expressions of the three men, the bearded man in the lead had sharp eyes, which showed a strong sense of purpose, and the other two also had sharp eyes, with a murderous aura between their brows.

Moreover, the three of them kept moving in a cone-shaped formation with even steps. They didn't look like people coming to stay overnight, but more like anti-pornography police coming to check the room.

What really made Chen Yi determine the purpose of the three people was the portrait in the pocket of the windbreaker of the only girl in the team. Although it was just a cursory glance and only the upper half of the face was revealed, Chen Yi immediately recognized the person in the portrait.

That's not someone else, it's you right now!

"Police? Or someone seeking revenge?"

All the possibilities flashed through his mind one by one. Chen Yi tensed up, kept his breathing even, and moved forward along the wall.

Boom.

Although she tried her best to avoid it, the girl among the three inevitably bumped into Chen Yi's shoulder because of the narrow aisle.

"Sorry ma'am."

However, facing Chen Yi, the person they were looking for, the woman simply apologized hurriedly and immediately followed the pace of the two companions in front of her.

Seeing that the woman left without any suspicion, Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that his disguise had worked.

Long before he went out, Chen Yi had anticipated that someone might recognize the original owner, so he deliberately made some disguises.

Time goes back ten minutes.

Chen Yi changed into the plain dress that belonged to the female corpse on the bed and walked to the dressing mirror in the room to look at herself.

Fortunately, the original owner's body was not strong. She was the type that looked thin when dressed and had muscles when undressed. It didn't look out of place when she changed into women's clothes.

But just such a simple change of clothes will make him more eye-catching.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yi picked up the letter cutter on the desk beside him and walked to the dark red curtain. He bent down and cut off a corner of the silk curtain, and then wrapped the corner of the curtain around his neck like a scarf.

Then Chen Yi returned to the desk, picked up the ink bottle on the table, smeared some of the ink with his finger and drew a weird makeup on himself. It didn't look good, but it was enough to make people unable to recognize his original self for a while.

Then he made some simple changes to the original owner's hairstyle, tying the shoulder-length hair into a ponytail.

The last thing that appeared in the mirror was a woman with a short black ponytail, smoky makeup, and simple clothes.

Chen Yi looked at himself in the glasses and couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He never thought that his first time wearing women's clothes would happen under such circumstances.

After confirming that there was no problem, Chen Yi carefully dealt with the scene. Anything that might expose his information was cleaned up by Chen Yi. At the same time, he also took some things that might be useful later, such as a wallet, a revolver, a letter cutter, etc.

This is how the scene just now happened.

Chen Yi, who was dressed as a woman, was introverted and his expression did not change at all, as if he was just a normal person who subconsciously looked at them. He passed by the three people calmly.

After the three people went away, Chen Yi changed his destination when he was near the stairs and turned into the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

After coming in, Chen Yi immediately closed the bathroom door, leaned against the door, and his brain worked fast.

In less than a minute, the three men would enter his room and see the miserable corpse.

Just now, Chen Yi had a collision with the girl among the three people. It was normal that she did not recognize him at first because she was on official business. But after that, they would probably recall Chen Yi whom they bumped into in the corridor with the portrait of the original owner in their hands.

He was very aware of his makeup skills. This level of disguise would never be able to fool someone who knew the original owner's appearance.

They would be back soon and start the hunt immediately, and he wouldn't have much time left.

If I continue with the original plan, it will be difficult for me to escape the pursuit of three people as I am not able to move easily in a long skirt. Besides, there may not be only three people coming here. They are only searching a part of them. It is very likely that they have some companions waiting outside, paying attention to every suspicious person walking out of the hotel.

My crude disguise may not be able to hide from the sharp eyes of those who are interested.

Chen Yi leaned against the bathroom door, looking up and down, observing the possible escape possibilities in the bathroom.

He paused and looked at the Arabic-style semi-arc window opposite the door.

Chen Yi ran to the window and looked out. There was a small platform built on the edge of the window. It seemed to be for placing green plants, but for some reason Chen Yi did not see any potted plants. Next to the platform was a vertical brass pipe.

Under the window was an alley filled with garbage and swill, and with little traffic.

Chen Yi's hand made the decision before his brain.

Chen Yi was seen rolling up her skirt, revealing two muscular and well-proportioned calves. She climbed up the small platform nimbly, taking two steps at a time. Then she suddenly jumped, grabbing the copper pipe next to her with her big hands, and landed safely along the pipe like an action actor in a movie.

At the same time, the three people who had just arrived also came to Chen Yi's door.

Juan, the man with a bulge on his waist, took out a pistol from under his white shirt and felt the warmth in his hand. Even though he was on a mission, he still subconsciously felt bad for losing the gun bag under his armpit.

"When this mission is over, I will definitely ask Pedro to replenish my gun bag."

Gathering his thoughts, Juan looked at his two companions and indicated that they were ready.

Then the middle-aged man in the lead took a small step forward, his calf-like arms with bulging veins, and with just one punch he smashed the poor quality wooden door into pieces.

Juan behind him rushed into the room immediately after the wooden door shattered.

They undoubtedly saw the naked female corpse lying on the bed in a brutal death.

The young girl Irina quickly looked around the room and shook her head to her two companions, saying softly, "There is no trace of other living creatures in the room."

"Damn, are we late again?"

Upon hearing this, Juan frowned, clenched his fists and waved them in the air twice to vent his dissatisfaction.

The team leader, the middle-aged man Mario, stepped forward, closed the eyes of the female corpse, then crossed his hands and made a gesture as if he was holding a baby.

"Oh, merciful Mother, may she rest in peace in your kingdom."

After praying, Mario looked at Irina who was examining with his brown eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Little Irina, have you found any clues?"

Irina withdrew her gaze from the torn curtains, straightened up and responded, "Yes, look here."

Juan, who was standing by, came up to Irina with Mario, holding a pistol and looking in the direction the girl pointed.

"This is... a torn curtain? What's the matter with it?" Juan asked in confusion.

Irina crossed her arms and looked around and said, "The torn curtains are nothing, but combined with the abnormalities in the room, it is very problematic."

The girl paused, then suddenly changed the subject and made a surprising statement: "Captain, quickly use the voice vine to call Andro and the others. I suspect Michael has already escaped from the hotel."Chapter 3 Under InvestigationTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2885 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-22 16:24:44

Hearing Irina's sudden request, although Mario was confused, he immediately took out a seed from his pocket with great professionalism.

The seed looks ordinary, just like an ordinary pea, nothing special about it.

Then, Mario used his extraordinary ability as the Sequence Seven "Harvest Priest" to quickly catalyze the seeds, and something magical happened.

In the blink of an eye, an emerald green vine sprouted and grew, as if it had spiritual power and wrapped around Mario's right forearm. A trumpet-shaped black and gray flower grew at the top of the vine, and a faint sound could be heard from the stamens.

Juan, who was next to Mario, had put away his gun and was looking at the vines in the captain's hand.

This was his first official extraordinary mission after joining the Mother Goddess's Guard. The young Juan could not hide his curiosity about this extraordinary method unique to the Church of the Mother Earth.

Mario raised his arm to his lips and spoke to Morning Glory:

"Calling Andro, this is Mario, can you hear me?"

"It's clear. Please give the order."

As Mario finished his words, a sound quickly came from the center of the morning glory.

Mario gave a brief and clear order, "We suspect the target has left the hotel. Tell everyone to pay attention to any suspicious persons around and make sure to find the target before the murderer."

Irina interrupted and said, "Captain, the target should be a woman wearing a plain dress, a black ponytail, and dark circles under her eyes. Please ask the rest of the team to focus on searching the nearby clothing stores."

Mario was stunned again, and couldn't believe that his team member could so clearly identify the target's attire. But it was only for a moment, and he said to the Voice Transmitter in a steady tone:

"Additional information: The target is dressed as a woman, wearing a plain dress, a black ponytail, and has heavy dark circles under her eyes. We will focus on searching the clothing stores near you."

"…"

On the other side of the Voice Vine, team member Andro couldn't help but fall silent for a few seconds after hearing this.

The next moment, a sonorous voice sounded again.

"clear!"

Irina, who was standing aside, couldn't help but secretly admire the execution ability of Mario and others.

"Captain Mario is indeed worthy of being a former Royal Army Sergeant Major!"

After the call ended, Mario waved his hand, and the sound-transmitting vines on his arm withered immediately.

Then the middle-aged man turned his intimidating brown eyes to Irina and asked in a low voice: "Little Irina, can you explain now how you came to that conclusion just now?"

Irina understood that Mario's approach of giving orders first and then asking for reasons was a big risk.

Being trusted like this, Irina naturally wouldn't deliberately keep the secret like a detective in a literary work, and immediately explained: "First of all, the premise of all my inferences is that the divination of 3-0247 confirmed that the target is still alive in this world.

After we learned the information from the divination, we rushed here immediately. In terms of time, the target should not have time to leave the hotel, but there was no trace of him in the room. So where did Michael go?"

Like an enlightenment teacher facing a child thirsty for knowledge, the girl opened her beautiful emerald green eyes, spoke in a soft tone, and guided the child step by step.

When the two men's attention was drawn to the girl, Irina changed the subject again and suddenly asked, "Do you remember the short-haired woman we met in the corridor just now?"

"She is Michael?" Juan was not a fool. Combining their previous conversation, he immediately understood what Irina meant.

Mario then asked, "How did you know he was Michael?"

Irina turned around and grabbed a broken corner of the curtain in front of her and showed it to Mario and the other man, explaining her reasoning.

"Look, the torn edge of this curtain, such a smooth cut could not have been caused by accidental tearing, it could only have been caused by someone deliberately cutting off this corner with a knife.

What could a corner of the curtain be used for? I couldn't figure it out at first, but then I noticed the biggest oddity in the room."

Irina lowered the curtains and pointed her slender fingers at the naked female corpse on the bed, saying, "Captain, you noticed it too, didn't you? The victim was clearly naked, but there was no clothing on her in the entire room.

"Based on our previous character analysis of the serial killer, he is definitely not someone who would dispose of clothes after killing someone.

"Then I noticed the torn corner of the curtain, which reminded me of the lady I bumped into in the corridor just now. She seemed to be wearing a silk scarf with a similar pattern to the curtain.

"This immediately reminded me of the possibility that Michael was disguised as a woman. Then everything makes sense. The target relied on his superb disguise to walk away from us in such a swagger."

Juan quickly digested Irina's reasoning, then he reacted and slammed his hands on his thighs, shouting, "Then what are we still doing here? We have to chase him!"

Mario frowned and shook his head. "It's too late. Nearly eight minutes have passed since the target passed us by. This time is enough for an adult male to run 2,000 meters."

"Then what should we do? Shouldn't we just go after them?" Juan was obviously a little anxious, and even his tone became a little aggressive.

"Alas, if it weren't for the shortage of manpower, I really wouldn't want to work with such an inexperienced rookie."

Irina secretly complained in her heart, then a faint smile appeared on her face, and she comforted Juan, "Don't worry, Juan, we still have a chance. Whether it is the target or the murderer, we can definitely catch them. Don't forget, we have the blessing of the Mother Goddess."

The voice paused, and Irina continued:

"Besides, the target can't always wear women's clothes. He will definitely find a chance to change back into men's clothes. However, his original clothes have been drawn into portraits and sent to other teammates. If he dares to appear in front of us wearing those clothes, he will not escape our eyes.

If he was smart enough to go to the clothing store and change his clothes, we have just notified Andro and the others to search near the clothing store, so there is still a high probability that we can find the target. "

After Irina's emotional and logical persuasion, Juan gradually regained his composure. He smiled apologetically on his slightly childish face and said to Irina and the others:

"I'm sorry, Captain, Irina, I was a little too excited just now. You are right, we are the Mother Goddess' personal guards, and we will definitely bring these thugs who abuse their extraordinary powers to justice!"

"Haha, young people are really easy to fool."

Irina complained in her heart, but on the surface she maintained an aristocratic smile.

Gathering her thoughts, the young girl said to Mario, "Captain, I have another suggestion. It would be best to send people to check the main entrances and exits of the city right now. I'm worried that the target may escape directly from Feynaport City."

Mario nodded and responded, "Before I came here, I had already considered the possibility of the target escaping, so I asked the archbishop in advance to send people to the transportation hubs of various cities."

Irina smiled and said, "As expected of you, you are the captain."

After saying that, the girl turned her head and looked through the glass at the crowded street below.

Irina thought to herself, "So what are you going to do next?"

Chen Yi, who had no idea that he had been targeted, had already changed into a set of traditional Fenaporte clothing and was sitting in a booth in a cafe, leisurely drinking coffee.

In Feynaport, men generally wear black trousers and white straight-collared jackets with gold lace on the collar and cuffs.

Women wear a long-sleeved, waist-hugging black short-collared top with a small white lace collar underneath, and a black skirt with white plaid underneath.

However, in recent years, with the opening of new sea routes, trade between the countries of the Northern Road has become increasingly close, and some large cities in Philippot have also begun to popularize the black and white formal wear of the Kingdom of Loen.

Chen Yi is now wearing the traditional Felipote costume inside, with a popular Rune-style formal jacket outside, and a pair of tinted glasses on his handsome face.

Contrary to Irina's expectations, Chen Yi neither chose to put on the original owner's clothes nor went to the clothing store.

Part of his current clothes belonged to the original owner, but the formal coat and tinted glasses were bought from a passerby at three times the price.

"No wonder the old saying goes 'money makes the world go round'. It turns out that money is the simplest form of communication in any world."

This is really good news for Chen Yi, who suffers from communication difficulties.

Chen Yi put down the ceramic coffee cup and looked towards the city gate not far away. Several police officers in black and white uniforms were walking back and forth, scanning the crowd around them with sharp eyes, as if they were looking for a suspect.

Chen Yi didn't expect that the police had already guarded the city exit so early, which made his escape plan go down the drain. In order not to be recognized, he had to hide in a street cafe, thinking about his next strategy.

"What a hassle."

Chen Yi sighed again, his eyes changed focus, and he looked at himself through the glass window of the cafe.

The black hair was deliberately cut short to just reach the ears, with three-dimensional facial features and a poetic melancholy temperament between the eyebrows.

Chen Yi pulled the corner of his mouth and said silently to himself: "Before I find a way to go back, please lend me your identity temporarily.

From today on, I am Michael Winston."Chapter 4 DivinationTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2695 wordsUpdate time: 2024-11-17 00:30:09

Sitting in the booth, Michael was suddenly stunned. The moment he admitted his identity, the memories that were previously vague and surrounded by mist suddenly emerged in his mind one after another like mushrooms after rain.

A torrent of surging memories hit Michael's brain. His face became distorted and he bent over in pain.

"No, I can't... hold it anymore."

Michael's eyes narrowed, and he stuffed his arm into his mouth before he could scream, turning his painful howls into low whimpers.

Fortunately, the location he chose was remote enough, and during the time he was digesting his memories, no one in the cafe noticed anything strange about Michael.

After a long time, Michael raised his head again and let out a long breath.

Looking at his originally warm blue eyes, they were now full of vicissitudes and as deep as a bottomless well.

Michael reached out and picked up the ceramic cup again, then drank the remaining coffee in it.

The unique bitter flavor of coffee stimulated Michael's taste buds, making his slightly confused brain clearer and helping him understand what he should do next.

According to his memory, Michael learned that the original owner was a Loen merchant who mainly engaged in fabric business. Two years ago, in order to look for opportunities, he came to Feynaport City, the capital of the Feynaport Kingdom, and founded a trading company.

But a few months ago, due to a series of unfortunate events, the original owner's several large transactions failed and then the capital chain broke. After several struggles, the company finally declared bankruptcy.

On the night when the villa was forcibly reclaimed, the original owner, who had been single for many years, decided to have one last romantic encounter. He randomly found a street prostitute and planned to commit suicide by jumping into the river after having sex with her.

But he did not succeed. The last scene in the original owner's memory was that the prostitute named Garcia had just put her hair up, and then he was knocked unconscious.

What made Michael want to laugh was that the original owner's last thought was not to wonder who the attacker was, but...

"I've already paid for it, and you want me to watch this?"

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Michael made a decision. Now that he was sure that he was not the murderer and the possibility of escape was blocked by the police, he would personally find out the real murderer and clear his name.

Just do it.

The first thing Michael had to do now was to find a safe place. He couldn't guarantee whether the police would enter the store to search.

But there are risks in going out on the street with this face... After thinking about it, Michael left the booth, paid the bill at the front desk, then turned and walked towards the bathroom in the coffee shop.

The bathrooms attached to this kind of cafe that can be opened in a country's capital are of higher standards and have separate rooms, suitable for hiding from the eyes and ears of others.

At the same time, before entering the cafe, Michael had explored the surrounding environment and knew that behind the bathroom was an intricate alley, which was very suitable for escaping the police's pursuit.

Choosing a seat closest to the window, Michael closed the door and sat on the toilet lid.

Looking at the toilet door in front of him, Michael inexplicably felt that he had a special connection with the bathroom.

Michael stopped his inexplicable thoughts, ignored the faint smell of grains surrounding his nose, and concentrated on analyzing the entire case.

Before thinking about a problem, he is used to setting an entry point first, and then deriving the answer to the problem from point to line and finally to surface.

This time, Michael chose to use the corpse as the entry point for the entire case.

"From the way the female corpse died, it is very likely that this murder was a revenge killing. Generally, there is no need to use such a perverted method to commit robbery, rape, or accidental murder. But who would have a grudge against a prostitute?"

Michael narrowed his eyes and was thinking about whether he should investigate the victim's interpersonal relationships before his death, when he suddenly thought of something strange.

"No, wait, if it was simply an act of venting anger, why would the murderer break the victim's limbs, rip out her internal organs, and then sprinkle roses all over her body? This is more of a perverted art than revenge."

Michael thought of a possibility that this incident might be a serial murder case!

Yes, the murderer's ritualistic killing method is more like a symbol, a "signature" of his identity as a murderer.

A murderer who would make such a sign would not have committed only one crime; similar things might have happened before.

This horrific murder case would inevitably be reported by local newspapers, and as long as he could find past issues of the newspaper, he would be able to confirm his guess.

Thinking of this, Michael suddenly stood up from the toilet, pushed the door and left the bathroom.

While walking on the road, Michael suddenly stopped. Although he had changed his hairstyle, clothes, and wore a pair of glasses to cover up the parts of his body that contained the most information, it might not be effective for those who were familiar with the original owner. They could still recognize him through small details such as his face shape and movements.

Just as Michael was hesitating, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a circus performing a charity show in the square not far away.

An idea immediately came to Michael's mind.

A moment later, a man with an exaggerated beard and a black fedora sneaked out of the circus tent.

Michael looked at himself with satisfaction through the puddles on the ground. This level of disguise was enough for him to walk safely among the crowd. As long as he didn't run into those picky policemen, Michael was confident that he would not be recognized by others.

Just as Michael was about to leave, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Hello, sir, would you like to do a divination?"

Michael's pupils dilated in astonishment under his glasses. He quickly turned to face the person who spoke, and what caught his eyes was a tall man.

The man was dressed simply, wearing only a mysterious black robe with a hood, but his hair was unusually long, falling from his head to his ankles.

Michael frowned slightly, but soon regained his composure and refused in a cold manner, "No need." Then he turned and left.

The rejected man did not show any emotion. He just said

This made Michael, who was about to leave, stop again.

He said, "Sir, have you been particularly unlucky recently?"

Michael shuddered all over, he was indeed very unlucky recently, but how did this person know?

How could he possibly know?

Michael's first thought after hearing the man say this was that his disguise had been seen through.

But after a little thought, he rejected this idea. If the other party really saw through his disguise, then no matter who he was, he should not come forward to talk to him.

Michael's strong psychological quality allowed him to remain calm. He turned to face the mysterious man again and asked:

"What exactly is your purpose?"

The man's lips curled up slightly, and his cold voice sounded again: "I said, I want to do a divination for you."

Michael's brows furrowed further and further. He really couldn't guess what the man in front of him was really thinking.

After a brief thought, Michael finally nodded in agreement.

If the enemy comes, we will fight him; if the water comes, we will block it with earth. He wants to see what the other party is trying to do.

Seeing that Michael agreed, the man smiled even more. He smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Then please stretch out your hand."

"Stretch out your hand? What do you mean? Are you going to read my palm?"

Michael concealed his doubts and extended his hand to the other party.

The man also took out his hand and held up the back of Michael's hand, then lowered his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"It's really palm reading...I should have traveled through a Western fantasy world, right?"

Michael thought of several possibilities and guessed that the other party would take out a deck of tarot cards, or a pendant or a crystal ball, but he never thought that he would read his palm.

Even a person with his personality couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Soon, the man let go of Michael's hand, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his handsome face.

"So, what did you predict?"

Michael quickly withdrew his hand, crossed his arms, stared at the man in front of him, and spoke coldly.

"Well..." The long-haired man smiled at first and then gave a half-answer.

"Let's wait until the next time we meet. Then I will tell you the revelation of fate."

Then the man bowed slightly and said goodbye to Michael.

"Goodbye, I wish you a smooth journey in the future."

After saying that, this long-haired man who had been mysterious from beginning to end actually did nothing, said nothing, and just turned around and left.

Michael stared at the man's departing back. He was upset by his inexplicable behavior, but he couldn't do anything about it for the time being.

Shaking his head and silently reciting Chen Yi's version of the Meditation Sutra several times, Michael hesitated for a moment before starting over and heading towards his original destination.Chapter 5 WerewolfTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2702 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-22 16:41:32

At 4 p.m., on Sassen Street in Feynaport, a single-passenger trackless carriage stopped in front of the National Library, the third tallest building in the city.

After paying the fare, Michael, wearing a Loen-style formal suit and a black fedora, stood in front of the magnificent building with steady steps and looked around.

When Michael saw the library for the first time, related memories immediately emerged in his mind.

The predecessor of the National Library was a famous monastery under the name of the Church of Mother Earth. According to the "Holy Book of Life", Saint Sophia, one of the twelve saints of the Mother Earth, was once a nun in this monastery.

It was not until twenty years ago, when the current King Carlos III came to power, that the monastery was transformed into the current National Library and opened to the public for various reasons.

The National Library is also a famous attraction in Feynetport. It is one of the three major landmarks of Feynetport along with the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, the current headquarters of the Church of the Earth Mother, and the Penifiere Castle of the Castile family of the Feynetport royal family.

Michael stopped looking and walked forward, pushed the door and entered the library. He did not forget the purpose of his trip.

When asked where he could find well-preserved and complete collections of old newspapers, the first place Michael thought of was the library.

In the original owner's memory, the National Library is famous in various countries for its complete collection of books and rich variety, and has been selected as one of the top ten libraries in the world by authoritative newspapers many times.

After making sure that his disguise was flawless, Michael changed his tone slightly and asked the librarian at the front desk where the old newspapers were stored in a low and magnetic voice that was very different from his original voice.

Under the guidance of the librarian, Michael successfully found the target.

"The Alphabet, the Philadelphia, the North Continental..."

Carefully selecting several newspapers from different newspaper companies over the past month, Michael moved slowly, found a seat in a corner, sat down, and began to read carefully in the scattered light.

...

"Ahem, is this Michael's home? Why is there so much dust?"

Juan, who came in first, kept waving his hands, his nose wrinkled, and tears hung from the corners of his eyes. It was obvious that he was choked.

Irina, who was following behind him, had already anticipated this and took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose. Her muffled voice came through several layers of protection, "According to the investigation of other police officers, Michael has not been back here for two months because of company matters. The maid who was originally responsible for cleaning the house was also dismissed by him due to cash flow problems."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Juan thought to himself.

Compared to the two team members, Mario looked much better. He didn't take any protective measures and just stood quietly in the house.

Seeing this, Juan was slightly surprised and asked, "Captain, ahem, aren't you choking?"

Mario's solemn face showed no emotion. He simply said, "A little bit of smoke is not enough to affect a Sequence 7 Beyonder."

"Uh..." Juan's mouth twitched. So he was the only clown?

Irina interrupted the conversation that was about to continue, turned to look at Juan, and asked dully: "Did you bring 3-0247?"

Juan put away his complicated emotions, nodded, and took out a silver mirror the size of a baby's face from the backpack in front of him.

Irina's eyes lit up slightly. Although she had used this seal to obtain information many times, this was the first time she saw the true appearance of the seal. In just one second, she recalled the record of the seal:

"Number: 3-0247.

"Name: 'Magic Mirror'

"Danger level: 3, there is some danger, please use with caution, and this can only be applied for actions involving three or more people.

"Secrecy Level: Full member of the Mother Goddess' Guard and above.

"Sealing method: Soak the entire mirror in water for one minute every 12 hours.

"Description: This is a silver mirror from ancient times. According to historians, the patterns on the silver mirror are characteristic of the Tudor Empire.

"This magic mirror can answer any question the user asks, but the accuracy of the answer cannot be guaranteed. After experiments, it has been confirmed that when the questions asked involve objects that are no more than Sequence 5, the accuracy of the answer is about 80%. When the user also has items related to the questions asked, the accuracy will be greatly improved.

"The same person cannot use the magic mirror more than three times in one day, otherwise the magic mirror will take over his mind and turn him into a vegetable.

"Every time you ask the magic mirror a question, you have to tell it a secret in exchange. If you don't want to pay for the secret, you can offer a gold coin as a price, but those who offer can only ask a question once a day.

"The magic mirror can be used a maximum of nine times a day. When the magic mirror asks a question for the tenth time, there is a 50% chance that the answer it gives will be wrong, regardless of whether the subject is below Sequence 5 or not. The person who uses the magic mirror for the 12th time will have their mind taken over, regardless of whether they have used it before.

"The highest level of experimental subjects is Sequence 5.

"The magic mirror does not possess the characteristics of a living being, and has no tendency to try to escape the seal."

Mario glanced at the magic mirror and said, "Then I will repeat the task again.

"According to Little Irina's suggestion, we will split into three groups to search for Michael's personal belongings, and then return to the living room to ask the magic mirror to determine Michael's whereabouts. Do you understand?"

Juan and Irina nodded in response at the same time.

While the three were looking for their personal belongings, Michael got there first.

In a corner of the National Library, Michael pulled out three newspapers and silently read out the information on them in his mind.

"A shocking murder, a perverted murderer committed a murder in broad daylight, killing women: On April 15, 1349, the wife of a dentist in Lavender Street, Cathedral District, was brutally murdered by a perverted murderer. His method was extremely perverted, and the whereabouts of the victim's organs are still unknown."

"Again, the murderer was called the Rose Funeral, and the police were helpless: On April 20, 1349, the murderer committed a second crime, killing a dancer at the Black River Bar on Greystone Street in the Seine River District. Her organs were also missing, and the people were deeply panicked and called it the Rose Funeral."

"Shocked! Rose Funeral committed another murder. The police did nothing. Who will be the next? On April 25, 1349, the body of a volunteer female teacher at a Sunday school in the Bridge District was found in an alley. From the roses left at the scene and the same murder method as before, the police determined that the murderer was Rose Funeral, which caused strong panic and dissatisfaction among the people."

Michael put down the newspaper, stared at the table with deep eyes, and muttered to himself: "I remember today seems to be April 30th. Hmm, the murderer is indeed a serial killer."

"They kill people every five days, and they take away their organs after each kill. But some clues are not mentioned in the newspapers. I still need to go to the scene to investigate."

Michael turned his head to look out the window, and only then did he realize that it was already dusk outside.

"It's already this late... I should find a place to stay first." Michael thought and stood up from his seat.

After returning the newspaper and walking out of the National Library, Michael walked to the bridge area.

The city of Feynetport is divided into several areas, among which the Broli Bridge area and the Les Seine River area are called slums and garbage dumps by the people of Feynetport.

The two areas only occupy 30% of the land of Feynetport City but gather nearly 60% of the city's population.

There are numerous gangsters, prostitutes, and criminals living there, making it a mixed bag, and the crime rate has remained high for a long time.

But chaos is more advantageous to Michael now. There must be black hotels in such places that do not require identification and can avoid the police's eyes.

Originally, Michael planned to stop a carriage to save time. After all, it would take at least several hours to walk from the South District to the Bridge District. However, when the coachman heard that the fare was to the Bridge District, he immediately doubled the fare.

Michael looked at his gradually empty wallet and finally chose to walk.

After dodging the police and taking detours all the way, Michael finally reached the bridge area. It was already past eight o'clock in the afternoon. The sky had completely darkened, and a red moon quietly climbed up the sky, replacing the sun.

Michael was walking in the alley, bathing in the red moonlight. As he was marveling at the wonder of the alien world, his inner alarm suddenly rang.

Without any hesitation, Michael immediately turned around and leaned against the wall.

In the next second, a sound of breaking wind was heard, and a tall figure suddenly swooped down from the place where he had originally stood, stirring up flying sand and rolling stones.

Michael frowned. If he had not dodged in time, he would have died for sure.

"Who is he? Why did he attack me? Police or a killer?"

Full of doubts, Michael instinctively distanced himself from the other party while thinking. Then, with the help of the crimson moonlight, he paused and saw the attacker's face clearly.

Upright limbs, jet-black hair, pointed mouth, red eyes, and huge fangs.

Michael was stunned. The attacker turned out to be a werewolf!Chapter 6 Don't DieTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2568 wordsUpdate time: 2025-06-22 16:44:03

Werewolf, a kind of orc that should only exist in Western folk tales, but now this legendary creature is standing alive before Michael's eyes.

It was not until then that Michael realized how extraordinary the world he traveled through was.

I thought it was a historical text, but it turned out to be a Western fantasy text.

"It's really 'super troublesome'..."

The surprise lasted only a moment, and soon Michael came to his senses and focused.

The current situation does not allow him to be distracted.

But Michael recovered quickly, and the werewolf attacked even faster!

The monster, which was nearly two meters tall and covered with black hair, adjusted its direction, slightly bent its hind legs, and then suddenly rushed towards Michael. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Michael.

Michael's pupils shrank. He had never expected the other party to be so fast. In a hurry, he only had time to raise his arms to protect his face.

Bang!

A figure was blown away by the huge force, fell heavily to the ground, and raised a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough..." Michael fell on his back, his tinted glasses were nowhere to be found, and he was coughing non-stop due to inhaling a large amount of dust.

He felt as if his internal organs had undergone a dramatic shift in his body, and the werewolf's claws had plowed three bloody grooves on his hands. At this time, a sweet and fishy smell rose to his throat. It was blood.

Before Michael could recover, the werewolf rushed to him again, raising his claws high.

Under the glow of the red moon, the slender claws shone with a metallic luster. With a humming sound, the wolf's claws broke through the wind and chopped down.

Michael endured the severe pain and rolled his body without hesitation.

Hiss!

A big tear appeared on Michael's cheap formal jacket, and he narrowly rolled to the side of the wall before the wolf's claws could chop him down.

Dirt and dust stuck to Michael's handsome face, and his originally neat and clean clothes were now tattered and he looked in disarray.

But Michael didn't care about his appearance. He endured the pain and stood up quickly, trying to distance himself from the werewolf.

But how can an ordinary person be faster than the legendary creature?

Once again, the werewolf's oppressive figure appeared in front of Michael, and the shadow elongated by the moonlight covered his thin body.

It seemed as if the god of death had already sentenced him to death. This time, the werewolf finally stopped holding back and raised his claws to stab.

But, did Michael really give up?

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The double guns gave the answer. Amid the sound of metal clashing, bullets roared out and accurately hit the werewolf's kidneys.

Modern firepower defeated the ancient god of death's scythe and dispelled the haze of death.

The werewolf howled and pressed his hands on both sides of his waist. It is said that wolves have iron heads, copper bones and tofu waists. Even for the legendary werewolves, their waists and abdomens are still relatively fragile.

Michael did not dare to be careless at all and retreated quickly, holding the handle of the revolver left by the original owner tightly with both hands, and pointed the black muzzle at the werewolf who was holding his waist and abdomen in pain.

The few brief confrontations just now made Michael realize that the opponent's strength and speed were far beyond his ability to contend with. If he ran away blindly, he would be caught up by the werewolf in no time.

So he made a bet, betting on his luck, his body, and that the werewolf would not kill him with one blow.

This time the bet was a sure win, but he still won. Now the balance of victory has been turned, so...

"Go to hell!"

Michael pulled the trigger and fired the last bullet, aiming directly at the werewolf's heart.

"Wow—"

Michael suddenly vomited blood and his face turned pale, like a corpse that had been buried for a long time.

"This feeling... of being poisoned? When?"

What was even more unexpected to Michael was that the werewolf, who had just covered his waist and abdomen and seemed to have lost his ability to fight, moved his limbs in an instant and dodged the bullet that was close to him with extraordinary speed.

Michael looked at the werewolf with disbelief in his eyes, and the hand holding the gun trembled for a moment.

The werewolf who dodged Michael's final killing move raised his head, staring at Michael in front of him with a pair of scarlet eyes, and his long pointed mouth gradually opened, revealing a cruel smile.

Michael's innate lack of emotions made him unable to feel fear. At this moment, he just worked his brain frantically, trying to break the deadlock before him.

But the werewolf's next move made Michael's brain crash and his eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

The werewolf aimed its sharp claws at the wound that had begun to heal from the bullet, stabbed it hard, and then stirred it inside, making a gurgling sound.

After groping for a while, the werewolf pulled out his claws and spread out his bloody palm. Several bullets covered with flesh and blood were lying quietly in his palm.

Under the red moon, Michael watched helplessly as the other party's exaggerated wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scene before my eyes was filled with a unique sense of horror composed of blood and violence.

Michael completely understood the gap between himself and this werewolf. It was an insurmountable chasm and he no longer had any means of resistance.

The werewolf didn't waste any time. He took a few steps forward, raised his hand to grab Michael's throat, then bent over and slammed him against the wall.

The huge force caused Michael to spit out blood, followed by a sharp pain in his waist.

Michael moved his eyes with difficulty and clearly saw the werewolf's sharp claws piercing into his waist and abdomen, and dark blood dripping along his black hair.

At the same time, a cold feeling surged into his heart. Michael felt his vision becoming increasingly blurred, his body began to heat up and lack oxygen, and his brain became dizzy.

"Are you going to die?"

"This is not what I planned. How can I end my life because of such an inexplicable accident?"

"What I want is normal...birth, aging, illness and death..."

Michael bit his lips tightly, his deep eyes gradually became cloudy and dim. He raised his hand and grabbed the werewolf's arm, exerting force little by little, trying to express his dissatisfaction to the god of death.

But reality is not a drama. His body was pierced by sharp objects and attacked by unknown toxins. He is just an ordinary person and he can only accept his fate.

"Juan!"

The deep voice roared like thunder, awakening Michael's consciousness which was about to fall to the bottom. He looked up and saw several figures appearing in this deserted alley at some point.

A young man took the first step. He tore open his shirt, revealing his strong and full muscles underneath. Then he picked up a knight's sword and rushed towards the werewolf like a bull.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the werewolf quickly let go of Michael, and pulled out his palm and used his claws as blades to block the young man's sword.

"Tsk, this guy is really strong. I am a 'warrior' but I am not as strong as him." Juan thought secretly. He suddenly shouted at the werewolf behind him:

"team leader!"

The werewolf was about to fight back, but when he heard Juan's sudden roar, he subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

"Guessed wrong, I'm here!"

A middle-aged man with a thick beard appeared on the werewolf's left side without warning, and without hesitation, he threw a fierce straight punch at the werewolf's waist.

The werewolf's eyes widened but it was too late to dodge, and he took the attack from the middle-aged man Mario.

The man's terrifying strength almost broke the werewolf's waist.

The situation suddenly reversed, and the werewolf who had previously beaten Michael to a pulp was beaten to a pulp by another group of people in the blink of an eye.

Michael curled the corners of his mouth and suddenly felt that he had strength again.

Seeing the three people fighting fiercely, he covered his abdomen, held on to the wall, and stood up tremblingly.

While the three people's attention was not on him, he walked towards the darkness little by little.

Little did he know that all his actions were seen by a young girl.

"As long as we get there..."

Michael covered his wound and moved his increasingly weak body.

One step, two steps...

Michael finally couldn't hold on any longer and slowly sat down with his back against the damp alley wall.

He bent one leg in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, one hand covering his abdomen while the other hand casually rested on the stinking puddle in the alley.

Michael could still hear the sound of three people fighting in the distance, but it was not as loud.

"That's good. It's quiet now. Although I'm unwilling, but..."

Michael slowly closed his eyes, and in his last moments of consciousness, he seemed to see a beautiful figure running towards him quickly.

He seemed to hear the other party saying something anxiously.

Michael tried hard to hear clearly.

Hiss————

"What?"

Hiss————

"Oh, I heard it clearly. What she said was..."

"Hey, hey! Don't die!"Chapter 7 ConversationTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 3054 wordsUpdate time: 2024-08-08 09:02:58

Once again, Michael dreamed of the sea.

It is vast and boundless, stretching as far as the eye can see.

He just stood at the edge of the sea, looking at the sea that contained infinite possibilities, his eyes calm and distant.

A singing voice came from somewhere.

Michael closed his eyes and listened quietly.

The gentle and melodious singing voice seems to be expressing someone's feelings, which is very moving.

Suddenly, the singing became passionate again, and the exciting beat seemed to make people face a brutal war.

At the climax of the vocal music, the singing voice becomes low again, the notes intertwine and fall straight to the center of the earth, full of sorrow...

Michael inexplicably felt that he seemed to understand the sadness of the singer.

The song ended, and just as Michael was savoring the song, a very neutral voice that made it difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman suddenly rang in his ears.

"Hey, Michael, what do you think of this song?"

Michael was stunned and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a strange figure appear beside me at some point, sitting with his knees hugged, facing the sea.

The figure was shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see his face. Several thin iron nails pierced the figure's four palms, and strange golden blood slowly flowed.

What puzzled Michael even more was the aura emanating from the figure, which was so sad and lonely.

"Who are you?" Michael asked softly.

"We have met before." The figure replied.

Michael frowned, "But I don't remember you."

"You'll remember it eventually."

The figure looked unconcerned and turned to Michael and said, "Time is running out. You should go, old friend."

"Where...to go?"

The figure pointed a finger behind Michael and said, "The world of the living, that's where you should be."

The moment the figure finished speaking, Michael's vision went dark and he felt a suffocating feeling as if he was drowning.

"No…don't…"

On the bed, Michael sat up suddenly, gasping for breath.

Ha-hu, ha-hu, ha-hu.

Michael felt a slight pain in his brain. He put one hand on his temple and took a long while to relax before he opened his eyes and looked around.

His vision was blurry at first, then it was touched by a layer of light, and the elegant wooden furniture and luxurious jewelry decorations came into his eyes one after another.

Michael twisted his neck in confusion. The unfamiliar scene before him made him stunned for a moment.

"Hiss, where is this place? I remember that I was dead, didn't I? Did I travel through time again?"

No one answered.

Just as Michael was about to get out of bed and look around, he heard faint sounds of conversation coming from outside the white lacquered carved wooden door not far away.

Michael narrowed his eyes, carefully turned over and got out of bed, tiptoed to the door, trying to hear clearly the conversation outside.

He determined from the sounds that there were three people outside the door, two men and one woman. One of the two men had a deep voice and the other had a clear voice. From the woman's voice, Michael deduced that she was no more than 18 years old.

Now it was the girl who was speaking.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. What happened to the captain last night?"

The man with a deeper and more mature voice said truthfully: "The werewolf saw that the situation was not favorable for him and decisively chose to escape. Juan and I were unable to stop him."

Hearing this, the man with a clearer voice said angrily: "Damn it, if I wasn't unfamiliar with the surrounding terrain, how could I let this murderer get away!"

The girl spoke again: "Then there was no hair or blood of the werewolf left at the scene?"

The deep male voice paused for a moment, then continued, "The murderer carefully prepared anti-divination methods, and 3-0247 was unable to track his whereabouts."

"Humph, these gutter rats always have deep attainments in this area."

After making a sarcastic remark, the young man suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Irina, didn't you say you were going after that target? Where are Michael and the others?"

"I was just about to tell you about this." Hearing this, the girl spoke calmly.

Michael, who was eavesdropping behind the door, had his pupils widened and was already thinking about where to escape.

However, the girl's next words made Michael behind the door frown deeply.

"I saw Michael limping around to the alley behind. I thought he couldn't run far as he was injured, so I just jogged after him.

Guess what I saw?"

"What?" The younger man's curiosity was aroused and he asked quickly.

The girl didn't keep the secret and immediately continued, "I saw a mysterious man in a black robe suddenly jump out from the corner, and then he picked up the injured Michael in front of me."

"And then they ran away?" the young man couldn't help but interrupt.

"Of course it's not that simple. I immediately stepped forward to stop them when I saw that something was wrong. I chased them for a long distance, using revolvers, spells, and mutant seeds.

But that mysterious man not only ran fast, but also had many different extraordinary abilities. He threw a flame and several invisible bullets at me. Of course, I instinctively retreated, but the mysterious man took advantage of this opportunity to kidnap Michael. "

"Oh! No wonder you returned to the team so late, it turns out you went to chase that mysterious man." The young man exclaimed in sudden enlightenment, obviously believing Irina's words.

The deep male voice pondered for a moment and then raised a question.

"According to the investigation, the target should be just an ordinary person. How come a Beyonder suddenly appeared to rescue him?"

Michael behind the door suddenly became interested. As the person involved, how could he not know whether anyone would come to rescue him?

Michael guessed that the girl probably saved him for some unknown reason and concealed it from her friends. Now he wanted to see how the girl planned to make up for the lie.

The girl outside the door didn't sound panicky at all, as if she had expected the captain to ask this question.

The girl replied in an impeccable and excited voice, "Yes, yes, I was wondering the same thing.

Logically speaking, our target is a small bankrupt businessman with no background and no power. How could there be any Beyonder willing to risk being hunted down by us to rescue him?

This isn't one of those fantasy novels written by Emperor Roselle, where a hidden master saw that the boy had an excellent physique and was so kind that he offered him a great opportunity."

"Novel…" The young man seemed to be thinking about something. He suddenly yelled "Ah" and said excitedly: "By the way, do you think it could be like this?

The target itself is indeed an ordinary person, but he happens to know the secret of some big shot. In order to prevent the secret from being exposed, the big shot sent an extraordinary subordinate to rescue the target.

It's like a scene that often appears in novels, so it makes sense now!"

The deep male voice immediately refuted: "If you say so, why don't you just kill the target? Wouldn't a dead person be better at keeping secrets?"

"Yes, that's right."

The girl interrupted at the right time and said, "Juan's words gave me some inspiration. Maybe the target really knows some secrets, and this secret is of interest to other big shots. In order to pry this secret out of the target's mouth, the big shot sent someone to rescue him."

"Yes, that's right, I wanted to say that too!"

The deep male voice was silent again. After a while, he spoke again: "It is indeed possible. I will report this matter to the archbishop. Since you are fine, little Irina, Juan and I will leave first."

"Well, I'll take you there."

Behind the door, Michael was about to stand up straight after seeing the conversation was over when he suddenly heard a cat's meow behind him.

"Huh?"

Michael turned around immediately and saw a snow-white European shorthair cat walking lightly over the windowsill and jumping in.

The moment the man and the cat's eyes met, the expression on the white cat's face suddenly became ferocious, and it pounced towards Michael.

Michael dodged instinctively, but did not notice the shelf behind him. With his weak body, he accidentally bumped into the shelf, causing the vase on it to fall to the floor, making a crisp shattering sound.

What's worse is that the two people who were about to leave also heard the sound of the vase breaking.

"What's that sound?" A deep male voice came back and wanted to go into the room to find out what was going on.

Michael realized that something was wrong. He looked around and calmly looked for a hiding place.

Outside the door, Irina, who had just seen off her teammates with great difficulty, was also startled when she heard the noise coming from the room.

Mario, who had already doubted her words, walked towards the door without hesitation after hearing the strange noise coming from the room.

"It's over, it's over, the captain is going to find out."

Irina was panicked and hurried to catch up with the captain, trying to stop him from opening the door.

But it was still too late.

Mario's hand was on the gold-plated door handle, and he turned it quickly and pushed the door open.

Next second.

"Meow!"

Under Mario's astonished gaze, a snow-white kitten jumped out and flew directly into the arms of Irina who had followed closely behind him.

"Oh, it turns out to be you, little troublemaker." Irina was relieved, her face full of maternal tenderness. She stroked the kitten and said to Mario, "This is a wild cat near my home. Following the teachings of the Mother Goddess, I often feed them with food. As time goes by, these kittens often come directly into my house through the window."

As she spoke, the girl pretended to be angry and patted the kitten's head with her little hand. She deliberately said in front of Mario: "How could you be so careless? You broke my vase. You are so naughty."

Mario glanced inside the house and saw that there was indeed no one there. He had no choice but to look away and advised Irina: "Lock the doors and windows next time."

Irina smiled and looked up, saying softly, "I understand, Captain."

After the two teammates disappeared from her sight, Irina returned to the room and sat on the soft big bed.

The girl stroked the cat while casually speaking to the wardrobe in front of her that was as tall as a person:

"Wouldn't you like to come out and have a chat? Mr. Michael Winston.",Chapter 8 Happy CooperationTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 2917 wordsUpdate time: 2025-05-03 18:57:22

Crunch.

The closet door was pushed open from the inside, and Michael stepped out with a letter cutter in his hand, his eyes fixed on Irina who was sitting in front of him.

Even he had to admit that the other person was outstanding in appearance, with blonde hair, blue eyes, bright eyes and white teeth, like a fairy from a fairy tale.

In addition to her beauty, the girl's second impression on Michael was that she was rich.

Irina was wearing a popular Loen-style lace dress with lotus leaf sleeves. The fabric was high-grade and the workmanship was exquisite, which made her look very valuable. A bright pearl necklace lay on the beautiful lace neckline. The exposed part of her calf was covered with white boat socks, and on her feet were a pair of diamond-studded high heels.

"Wearing high heels at home..."

Michael quickly gathered his extraneous thoughts, hesitated for a second, and then pretended to be cold and fierce, staring at Irina, trying to gain the initiative in the conversation.

The result was just as Michael expected. Facing an adult male holding a sharp weapon, there was no panic on the girl's face.

Michael was very sensitive to emotions, so he was sure that the girl in front of him was not bluffing.

Michael put away the letter cutter, regained his expressionless face, and asked in a cold voice: "What do you want to talk about?"

Irina did not answer Michael's question immediately.

The girl looked lazy and chuckled, "Why don't you continue to threaten me with that letter cutter?"

Michael raised his eyebrows slightly and responded in a serious tone, "First of all, this is not a threat. It is a necessary self-protection measure taken by humans out of fear of unfamiliar environments.

"Well... the reason I put it away is simple. I don't think I can beat you even with this knife."

Irina was obviously a little surprised by Michael's answer. After being stunned for two seconds, the smile on her face became more and more obvious.

"Haha, to be honest, you are very different from what I thought, very humorous and funny. I am beginning to look forward to our future cooperation."

"Cooperation?" Michael keenly caught the key information in Irina's words and had many suspicions in his heart.

After Irina let go of the white cat whose fur she had petted until it stood on end, she said seriously, "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Irina Castia, and I am a personal guard of the Mother Goddess. I am responsible for handling extraordinary events in Feynaporte."

After hearing Irina's last name, Michael's doubts about how she could have such wealth at such a young age completely disappeared.

The Castilla family is the royal family of Fenaporthe and has ruled the country for hundreds of years, so it is not surprising that Irina, who is most likely a princess, lives in such a luxurious single-family villa.

The only thing that Michael couldn't understand was why a princess would choose to join the official organization as a grassroots employee. If it was for gilding the lily, there were definitely better options.

As his thoughts raced, many questions popped up in Michael's mind.

Irina seemed to see the doubt in Michael's heart. She chuckled and said:

"I know you must be confused about my purpose now, so I will be frank with you. I hope you can be my informant and investigate some things that I am not convenient to take the initiative to do, and become my eyes and ears in the dark."

Michael became interested and asked with a faint smile, "Oh? You want to hire me."

"No, no, no, it's cooperation, equal cooperation." Unexpectedly, Irina imitated Michael and corrected his words seriously.

The corners of Michael's mouth twitched slightly, suppressing the desire to complain. He asked in confusion: "As a member of the Feynaporte royal family, you should have no shortage of subordinates. Why are you looking for me?"

Irina clasped her hands together on her knees and explained with a smile, "Although I am the Princess of Feynaporte, I am limited in the number of people I can mobilize due to my current status. I also admire your ability to escape from the encirclement we set up."

Irina smiled and said, "Your makeup skills are pretty good."

Faced with Irina's teasing, Michael couldn't help but think of his experience of wearing women's clothing. The corners of his mouth twitched and his face darkened.

"Besides..." Irina paused and put her finger to her lips. "According to the current situation, you should be the one asking me to cooperate with you."

Michael sneered inwardly and did not believe a word of Irina's first half of the sentence.

Even though she couldn't use the royal family's power because she joined an official organization, as long as a princess didn't fall out of favor, she would have at least one or two hidden assassins around her to protect her. As for the second half of the sentence...

Michael smiled and said, "Did you recruit me because of that werewolf, or... because of the traitor in your team?"

Irina's eyes trembled for a moment, and the smile on her face turned into surprise. She subconsciously said, "How did you..."

She shut her mouth immediately.

But it was too late. Michael deliberately made an exaggerated "Oh". Even if Irina realized that she was tricked, it was too late at this moment.

Irina took a deep look at Michael. Although she was very surprised, it did not affect her next action.

After readjusting the smile on her face, Irina openly acknowledged Michael's guess.

"Yes, I do suspect that there is a mole on my side, but," she paused and emphasized the word "but", "Please also pay attention, Mr. Winston, you are being hunted now."

"Haha." Contrary to Irina's expectations, Michael was not panicked at all. Instead, he began to reason leisurely.

"He first revealed his identity in order to put me under psychological pressure so that he could take the lead in the conversation. Then he acted as an equal to me, so that I could let down my guard and pave the way for persuasion. Finally, he pointed out my situation in an attempt to force me to make a decision within a limited time."

Michael smiled and clapped his hands. "As expected of a royal family, you are so good at controlling people's hearts, Your Highness."

Irina just smiled faintly, admitting her identity and Michael's guess. "Mr. Winston is really smart, but what I just stated are all facts. You have to agree to it even if you don't agree."

"Fact? Not necessarily."

Before Irina could speak, Michael suddenly changed the subject and said, "I can agree to be your informant, but you have to show some sincerity."

Irina's expression became a little surprised. It was Michael who was threatened, but now he was the one making the request.

This is really a bit against the will of Heaven.

Although she realized that Michael had taken over the initiative in the conversation, Irina did not refuse immediately. Instead, she kept her tone calm and asked, "What do you want?"

Michael smiled, stretched out a fist, and said while thinking: "Well, first of all, it's the common sense of the extraordinary world, then the method of becoming an extraordinary person, and then..."

Every time Michael asked for something, he would spread out one of his fingers, with the intention of spreading all ten fingers. Seeing this, Irina's eyes twitched, and she could no longer maintain the calmness on her face. She said in a slightly cold voice:

"Please understand the current situation, Mr. Winston. You don't have as much leverage as I do."

"Is that so?" Michael stopped snapping his fingers and looked at Irina with a smile.

"Isn't it?" Irina asked back with a frown.

"Well, Your Highness, I think you like your current job very much."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, I just wonder what your teammates would think if I told them that you hid me as a wanted target?"

Under Irina's increasingly gloomy gaze, Michael delivered a fatal blow.

"Even if your superiors won't hold you responsible because of your identity, your teammates will still be resentful. Princess, you don't want your teammates to know about this, do you?"

The atmosphere in the room fell into a long silence after Michael finished speaking.

"call--"

Finally, Irina raised her head again, showing a helpless expression on her face, and clapped her hands, saying, "You win. I can agree to all your requests, but from now on you have to follow my instructions. Can you do that?"

Michael narrowed his eyes in surprise. He did not expect that Irina would agree to his unreasonable requests so easily.

Irina was actually not wrong. With his current status and position, he was not qualified to make demands on the other party. He was just making tentative requests based on his keen observation of the other party's character. Even the reasons he gave for threatening were mostly jokes.

As soon as Irina showed any dissatisfaction, he would immediately change his words.

But now that Irina agreed so decisively, Michael began to hesitate.

"Is there a trap here?"

Looking at the girl's sweet face again, Michael suddenly understood the connection.

Yes, her teammates had seen the werewolf last night and knew that he was most likely the murderer. She was just an ordinary citizen who happened to survive. According to the existing laws of the kingdom, Irina had no right to arrest him.

However, this world exists of mysticism and extraordinary powers, and his lucky survival still leaves many doubts... Michael cannot guarantee that he is really "innocent".

But at least they do have a basis for equal cooperation.

With a light laugh, Michael nodded, even though he still had many doubts in his heart, "Of course, we are originally from the same boat."

Hearing this, Irina smiled and stretched out her slender, white hand towards Michael.

"So... happy cooperation?"

Michael cooperated and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Irina.

"It's been a pleasure working with you."Chapter 9: Extraordinary Path SelectionTitle of the Book:Secret: I just want to farmAuthor: Be a FireflyChapter word count: 3095 wordsUpdate time: 2025-04-05 19:51:01

In the afternoon, the warm sunlight shone through the stained glass onto Michael who was drinking black tea.

In front of him was an antique desk hand-carved by a Ma Xi craftsman in the 11th century. There was nothing on the desk, and it was clean and tidy.

Just then…

Knock knock.

"The door is unlocked."

As soon as Michael finished speaking, the door was pushed open and Irina's beautiful figure appeared outside the door.

She held two sealed document bags in her hands, walked lightly to the desk, and placed the documents in front of Michael.

"Here are the things you want. The one on the left contains knowledge about Beyonders, and the one on the right contains photocopied documents related to the first three murder cases. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Michael took the Beyonder-related document bag, untied the silk thread wrapped around it, and asked casually, "To be honest, I'm quite curious about how you found me?"

This problem is what Michael is most worried about now. If they can use that method to find him once, it may mean they can find him a second time.

Irina smiled and pulled a chair over and sat down. She looked casual and asked in a soft voice, "I'm also curious about how you guessed there was a traitor in our team?"

Michael was doing two things at once. He quickly scanned the Fenet message on the paper while answering:

"That's not hard to guess. I can see that you have a righteous heart that has not been polluted by the secular world. Forgive my ignorance for why a person of your noble status and character would conceal a wanted target from your teammates. I can only think that there was a traitor in your organization that you didn't know about, forcing you to commit a white lie."

Irina blushed a little at Michael's sudden compliment. No one had ever praised her inner justice in her life. This made Irina feel that the man in front of her seemed a little different from those vulgar people who could only pay attention to her superficial beauty.

Michael glanced at Irina's slightly upturned mouth, then took a sip of red tea with a calm expression.

"Prescribing the right medicine and talking to the right person" is one of the things he is best at. Ever since he was old enough to understand, he has had the ability to easily see through people's hearts. If he were not afraid of trouble and had no interest in that aspect, he would have become a sea king long ago.

"Ahem." Irina cleared her throat and quickly returned to her usual calmness. Of course, the premise was that one didn't look at her still blushing cheeks.

"Your guess is very accurate. The reason why I suspect that there is a traitor on our side is precisely related to the method of finding your whereabouts."

After a pause of one second, Irina pointed at the document in Michael's hand and said, "In the fifth line of the information I gave you, there is the column about the seal. We found your whereabouts by using a seal code-named 3-0247."

Michael turned his eyes away from the information and turned his head to look at Irina. "Is this why you suspect there is a traitor in your team?"

Irina put down her finger and shook her head, saying, "Not only that, first of all, the murderer had been hunted down by our Mother Goddess's personal guards before, and he had no extra energy to look for you."

"Through the battle last night, we have confirmed that the enemy is a Sequence 7 Werewolf from the Prisoner Path. According to the internal records of our Mother Goddess's Guard, the murderer should not have the ability to find people such as divination. So, I can't think of any other explanation except that a traitor told him the results of our divination through some method."

After taking a breath, Irina continued, "And the impact of this case is very bad. The Church of Mother Earth has sent dozens of Beyonders to participate in the pursuit, and has mobilized all police forces in Feynetport City."

"But even with such a rigorous investigation, we still haven't found any clues about the murderer. I didn't think there was anything wrong before, but combined with this incident, I have to suspect that there is a traitor among the Mother Goddess's personal guards."

Michael put down the information in his hand, turned sideways and thought seriously about Irina's words.

"Who knows the results of the divination of the Sealed Object?"

Irina answered without hesitation, "A lot, but the first three people to know about it should be me, the captain, and Juan, followed by Archbishop Antonio. After that, the Archbishop will inform other colleagues involved in the investigation of this case according to the procedures."

At this time, Michael asked naturally: "Aren't you worried that the church will use that seal to find me again?"

Irina looked at Michael in confusion, and after making sure he was not joking, she said with a strange look, "I tried it when I was choosing whether to save you, but 3-0247 showed no information about you. I suspect your fate has been interfered with by someone."

Hearing this, Michael frowned slightly, and he turned his head to the side, meeting Irina's eyes.

There was silence for a second.

Michael looked calm and continued to ask, "Who do you think is the most suspicious?"

Irina frowned hesitantly. After a moment's hesitation, she shook her head and said, "I can't tell."

Both of them tacitly skipped the topic of Michael's fate being interfered with.

Michael leaned back in his chair, his thoughts racing.

He understood that Irina was unwilling to doubt her closest companions, which was normal, but it was not conducive to the analysis of the matter.

It is an inherent drawback of humans as emotional animals that emotions affect the brain's judgment. Fortunately, he has no worries in this regard.

Without making things difficult for Irina, Michael calmly analyzed the possibility of each person's betrayal from the perspective of an observer.

Based on the information currently known, the three people who first knew the divination results are undoubtedly the biggest suspects.

But this alone cannot determine whether the traitor is among the three. After thinking about it, Michael decided to give up thinking about this unsolvable problem and looked at Irina again and said, "Then let's talk about cooperation."

When Irina heard what Michael said, she immediately came out of her lost mood, restored her smile, and said, "Then let me tell you about the benefits you deserve first. I forgot to tell you just now that people like you who have experienced extraordinary events are generally recruited as civilian staff by the Mother Goddess's personal guards. If you make meritorious contributions later, you can choose to become a formal member and directly get the opportunity to become an extraordinary person."

Michael was stunned for a moment, and the next second his inner thoughts blurted out, "Is the job of a civilian employee safe?"

Irina was also stunned when she heard this, but fortunately she had a good ability to understand and quickly understood the hidden meaning behind Michael's words.

The girl couldn't help laughing and said, "As long as you don't violate any principled issues, the Mother Goddess's guards will generally not fire you. You don't have to worry about the salary. The total weekly salary of newly employed civilian staff is 20 gold rizos, which is equivalent to the weekly salary of a formal university lecturer."

A stable job, good pay, and the danger level for civilian employees shouldn't be high... Isn't this the peaceful life he has always been pursuing!

Michael resisted the urge to cry and gave Irina a sincere smile. "Okay, I'm fine. Please continue."

Irina hummed, and then said with a serious expression: "Before I provide the potion formula, I must tell you something. In fact, Beyonders are not as powerful as you think. Even if they reach Sequence 7, they can still be injured by firearms and have to endure huge potential risks such as loss of control and mutation."

Michael nodded to show that he understood. The werewolf last night was the best example.

After saying all this, Irina finally spoke up for the most important part.

"I have three sequence 9 potion recipes here, namely 'Arbitrator', 'Pharmacist', and 'Cultivator'. Which one would you like to choose?"

Facing the opportunity to become a Beyonder, Michael did not show any excitement. He asked calmly, "Can you first give me a detailed introduction to the abilities you gain after taking the potion?"

Irina nodded slightly. "Sequence 9 'Arbitrator' has convincing charm and sufficient authority, as well as excellent fighting ability to deal with unexpected situations, and is proficient in various weapons."

"This is also the sequence chain that our Castilla family has. I can at least get you a sequence 5 potion formula."

Such a high amount, it's too generous... Michael was puzzled and did not rush to express his opinion, but continued to listen patiently.

"Sequence 9 'Pharmacist', its Sequence 7 name is the legendary vampire. After taking this potion, you will become good at mixing various magical potions, and your body will also have a certain resistance to toxins.

The Church has the formula for this path up to Sequence 4, and I don't know anything about anything above that." Irina described it in some detail.

The ability of the "pharmacist" made Michael's eyes light up. Who in the world does not get sick? Michael, who regards "living a peaceful life" as the ultimate goal of life, has considered this aspect far more than ordinary people. When he was choosing his university major in his previous life, he had considered medicine, but he still did not express it.

Seeing that Michael did not make any move, Irina immediately spoke out the last formula, "The last one, the beginning of the complete sequence mastered by the church - Sequence 9 'Tillage'. This is also the path I chose."

"After becoming a 'cultivator', you will automatically gain a lot of knowledge about ordinary plants, and some knowledge about extraordinary plants. The potion will also enhance your spirituality, allowing you to have the ability to predict the weather. At the same time, your strength will also increase significantly, and you will be able to easily lift 200 pounds with one hand. After being promoted to Sequence 8 'Physician', you will also gain superb medical skills that surpass 'Pharmacist'. I am currently at this level."

Because it was the extraordinary path she was on, Irina introduced it in great detail.

After listening to this, Michael fell into a brief period of thought.

First of all, the "Arbitrator" can be passed. The abilities it brings are too combat-oriented and are not very useful for one's pursuit of a peaceful life.

The "Pharmacist" is indeed good, but the "Tiller" will be able to obtain medical technology comparable to it in the next sequence. At the same time, the "Tiller" can significantly enhance his own strength, which is a solution to his urgent needs when he is going to participate in the investigation.

Michael soon made up his mind. He looked at Irina in front of him and said without hesitation, "I choose 'Farmer'.",