Chapter 11: I Want to Get Stronger.

  Guess what, if in the era when brick-like mobile phones were still a rare commodity, someone suddenly took out a five-inch screen smartphone from their pocket to answer a call, what kind of huge shock would it bring to the people around them?

  What if, in this situation, we were to suddenly find ourselves in a steam-powered fantasy world where everything is big, black, and coarse, and then out of nowhere appears a sleek, bright yellow Chevrolet Camaro "Bumblebee" sports car with hard lines yet elegant curves?

  "Wow! It's so beautiful! Is this a steam car too?"

  Adela of the demon bloodline had a mesmerizing gaze in her amethyst eyes.

  This makes Ma Long think that if he were a traveler with the ultimate goal of pushing down, then now it would probably only take lightly opening the door of the "Big Yellow Bee" and beckoning to Adela with his finger, and Adela, who has been completely enchanted by the Big Yellow Bee, will absolutely push him away without hesitation.

  "This is impossible!"

  The old man named Delft had his eyes wide open with an unbelievable color.

  And with the same expression as Delft, there is also Master Conchita-Bobberman of the Lizard Druids - Impossible! Spirit Crystal Servant, how can it be so large?!

  As for the little fox girl who couldn't speak and Xiao Anwei, who was too young, they just curiously watched as Ma Long "transformed" into a big yellow sports car - The thinking of cute girls and young boys is completely different from that of adults.

  As the originator, Ma Long was about to say something when he suddenly felt a blackness in front of his eyes. When his vision recovered, the bright yellow sports car that had just appeared out of thin air and almost blinded everyone's eyes had already disappeared into thin air.

  So everyone's gaze was focused on Ma Long, and their eyes conveyed a single message: "Explain."

  "Don't ask me, I don't know what's going on either!" Malong tried to clear himself without hesitation, but found that this sentence seemed not to be believed by even the little fox girl Aimie and the little boy Anwei. He could only spread his hands and add: "Maybe it's because I wrote too much, so my brain is full of all sorts of things."

  Although Malong himself didn't believe this reason, the others who heard his explanation, including that white-haired old man Delvert, surprisingly all nodded in unison!

  Uh... Could this be the legendary highest level of true lies - the speaker doesn't believe it but the listener does, completely?

  "It can only be explained in this way."

  White-haired old man Delft spoke first.

  As he spoke, Delft let out a deep breath——

  It's okay, the super-large spirit crystal puppet created by this young man only lasted for less than a few breaths before collapsing, and it didn't emit any spiritual energy pressure...

  Can a soul with no spiritual power transform into a steam car that is more beautiful than imagination?

  This seems to prove only two things.

  First, this Ma Long-Li Ze possesses an unparalleled aesthetic talent, and like ordinary boys of the same age, he wants to own a luxury car that is completely different from others in order to attract attention. Second, although he is a born spiritual master, he surprisingly doesn't even understand the most basic spiritual knowledge, and his actual strength is extremely weak.

  In this way, it will be even easier to pull this child into our camp!

  The white-haired Delft obviously had already analyzed Malong thoroughly in his heart.

  So, Delft continued to say in a gentle and instructive tone: "Liszt, the powerful mental abilities you have demonstrated make even me, a three-ring mental technique practitioner, feel inferior. However, I regret to inform you that the super-large spirit crystal puppet you created earlier, although theoretically possible to conjure up with great difficulty, would require at least a seven-ring mental technique practitioner's level of ability to sustain its existence."

  When he finished speaking, Dailift gritted his teeth again and flipped out an ancient-looking scroll. He handed the ancient scroll to Marlon: "This is a note left by Fans Hessen, a famous six-ring spiritualist in the Dark Ages. I think it should be helpful for you to grasp the truth of spiritual energy."

  There's no such thing as a free lunch. Even if you get something for nothing, it always comes with strings attached.

  When faced with a pie falling from the sky, normal human reactions are no more than three: ordinary young people will either hesitate or ignore the pie or eat it and get hooked by the fishing hook. The fierce ones will pull down the angler along with the pie and eat them together. As for 2B youths... they will swallow N number of pies that have been preserved with evil intentions, then shout loudly: "It's so delicious, I want more, I want more!"

  So what kind of young man is Ma Long?

  "Sorry, I have no interest in being a spiritual master or anything like that. I just want to quietly be a code worker who weaves adult fairy tales for readers."

  Really not interested?

  Of course, it's not... unable to see through the other party's true intentions.

  Marlon, who had refused the ancient scroll sent by Delft, considered himself just a slightly clever ordinary young man.

  "That's interesting, young man," Nadir said after a moment of silence, slowly putting away the ancient "Van Helsing Soul Scroll". "I think I finally understand why you refused the invitation from the Minister of State of New Venturi."

  As he spoke, Daerlf's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, turned to the Lizard Druid Master standing behind Marlon.

  This negative idea was definitely influenced by the druid who stayed in the forest for too long, completely unaware of the rapid changes in the outside world, and even his brain has become wooden.

  Master Lysander Druse, not batting an eyelid in response - a mere three-ring Soulsmith, at such close range, Conchita Bobadil, this Lysander Druse master and scholar who had less than a ha'penny's worth of connection to the word 'urbane', didn't flinch one whit.

  "No matter who you are, you're no longer welcome here."

  Lizard Druid Master, has even begun clearing the field and driving people away.

  Nathaniel probably understood Master Llewellyn's thoughts as well, and he didn't have any conflicts with Master Llewellyn. Instead, after putting away the "Van Helsing Spirit Scroll", he took out a gilt invitation from his pocket.

  "Mr. Ma Long - Li Si Te, Under the orders of Minister of Culture and Reconstruction Committee member, Augustin von Neuvendt (State Secretary), I have come to deliver an invitation for a masquerade ball to be held tonight at 7 o'clock on the shores of Baisha Lake. We hope you can attend."

  Unlike his words earlier, the current Delft uses extremely formal invitation language, and at this moment, he looks more like a noble butler in a wealthy family.

  But this time, Ma Long obviously couldn't reject it as simply and neatly as he did just now.

  To directly refuse the invitation would be to slap Augustin von Nevenstein, the Minister of State, right in the face.

  Being a human being is not about doing things like this, at least not in the current situation where you slap someone's face.

  After all, although he says that he only wants to be a "quiet and quiet coder who weaves adult fairy tales for readers", Ma Long is also very clear that the orphanage and nursing home he wants to build need not only continuous investment of funds.

  Doing a good job also requires that the government bureaucracy in power, at least... does not intentionally make trouble.

  I will go.

  Malong took over the invitation card for the makeup dance party handed over by Dailuofute with both hands.

  What kind of identity do I need to have in order to reject these boring things without any pressure? Even if the other party who made these boring requests is a person with a long string of titles (State Councilor)...

  An idea.

  In Ma Long's heart, a thought rose up - I want to become stronger, strong enough to casually decline any boring social engagements, and strong enough that no one dares to disturb my life easily.

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  Deeply grateful for "Meng Xian Yuan Ran" 3 consecutive 588 points generous rewards!

  Then there are 10,000-20,000 character "urging updates" tickets... Hmph, it seems that certain wizard is still pretending not to see.