People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 138 Little Monster Gizmo

"Wow, this clone technique looks pretty good! From now on, I can use my clone to attend my 8 AM class!"

"Look at this whirlwind technique! Carrie, do you think if we learn this, we won't need a hairdryer anymore?"

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Excited discussions and the rustling of pages could be heard.

Suren sat up from the sofa.

He pulled the thin blanket off his face and looked in the direction of the sound.

Patty and Carrie were huddled together, engrossed in studying the books he had brought back from the witch academy.

There were many books and scrolls scattered around the two of them.

"This looks good too. Levitation ability—it'll save a lot of effort when I go shopping!"

As Suren listened to the increasingly absurd conversation between the two, his forehead began to throb.

Did I bring these magical theories back so you could use a cannon to kill a mosquito?

"Ahem!"

He coughed twice on purpose.

"woke up?"

Patty didn't turn her head; her slender fingers were still tracing names on the pages of the book.

"It's Sunday today. Carrie and I are planning to go out for a walk. Do you want to come along?"

She turned a page and continued, "And Alessa too, we can take her out for some fresh air as well."

Suren rubbed his neck and looked at the bright sunshine outside the window. It wouldn't make a difference if he waited a day or two.

And since it was the weekend, it was a rare opportunity to go out with them, buy some things, and relax.

As Patty finished speaking, Alessa appeared beside Suren.

As soon as she appeared, Patty rushed over and hugged the little girl tightly.

"Alessa! Today, your big sister will take you on another one-click shopping spree at the mall!"

"I promise I'll dress you up even more beautifully than those dolls in shop windows."

Patty pinched Alessa's cheek and began to introduce Carrie to her.

Aresa and Patty are now quite familiar with each other.

The main reason is probably that Patty always takes her out to play.

Every time I come back, it's either all kinds of desserts and snacks or a dazzling array of clothes.

Suren was certain that somewhere in Silent Hill, there must be a whole array of dresses in every style.

In the afternoon, on the downtown pedestrian shopping street.

After several hours of sweeping, even with Suren's physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people.

Carrying more than a dozen shopping bags of various sizes, he also felt a bit overwhelmed.

"Take a break."

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Patty glanced at him and pointed to a shady spot at the edge of the square.

The group walked over and sat down.

Patty put the popcorn she had just bought aside and ate popcorn while discussing the necklace she had just picked out with Carrie.

Aresa sat between the two, swinging her legs and taking small bites of her ice cream.

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"what?"

Carrie suddenly gasped and looked at the popcorn bucket beside her with a puzzled expression.

"This popcorn—it feels like a big chunk is missing?"

"Did you eat too fast just now?"

Patty joked with a laugh.

"No, I only ate a little."

Carrie shook her head.

Suren glanced at the dense bushes behind the group. There was a faint scent of demons in them, but no malice, so he ignored it.

He reached into the bucket, grabbed a small handful of popcorn, and threw it towards the edge of the bushes.

"rustle----"

After the popcorn hit the ground, a furry little paw emerged from the bushes, grabbed a few kernels, and pulled back inside.

Suren got up and pushed aside the bushes.

Amidst a series of terrified squeaking sounds, he emerged carrying a furry little monster.

This little thing is not very big, only about 20 or 30 centimeters long.

Its body is covered in fluffy hair, and it has a pair of large, pointed ears and unusually large eyes.

It was being held by the scruff of its neck by Suren, its four little legs flapping in mid-air, with half a kernel of popcorn dangling from its mouth.

"Wow! What's this? It's so cute!"

Patty saw the furry little guy and took it from Suren's hands.

This little monster is also very clever; it is terrified of Suren's scent.

Upon seeing Patty, who radiated kindness, it struggled and jumped into Patty's arms.

The fluffy little head rubbed against Patty's arm, looking at her pitifully.

Suren looked at the familiar-looking little monster and raised an eyebrow.

Is he a character from a movie?

Just as he was reminiscing, a voice came.

"God! I've finally found you, you naughty little rascal!"

An elderly Asian man wearing a vest came running over, panting.

He saw the little monster in Patty's arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much. This little guy is so naughty; he slipped out when I wasn't looking."

The old man walked up to the group and bowed repeatedly.

Patty hugged the little monster, looking reluctant to part with it: "Grandpa, where did you buy this little pet? I want to buy one too."

"this----"

The old man looked troubled and glanced at the group warily.

"This—this isn't just any ordinary pet; you can't buy these anywhere. It's been guarded by our family for generations—"

"A monster that has never mutated."

Suren suddenly picked up where the old man left off.

He only remembered where the little creature came from when he saw the old man.

This is a magical creature called Gizmo, which can not only sing but also play musical instruments and knows how to please people.

However, once some rules are broken, it will reproduce uncontrollably and split into new individuals.

These new individuals are not only cunning but also filled with a bloodlust.

The old man's words trailed off, his expression one of shock: "You—how did you know?"

Suren looked at him and continued, "If this thing gets wet, or if it's fed after midnight, it turns into a monster, right?"

"Sir, you're getting on in years. It's fortunate this thing encountered us. If it had encountered someone else, or gotten into water, could you have taken responsibility for the consequences?"

The old man fell silent. He knew the consequences, which was why he had never dared to show himself to others easily.

Name your price.

Suren watched as Patty held the fluffy little monster, clearly smitten, and said, "I'll buy it, and I can guarantee its safety."

Looking at Suren's expression, the old man hesitated for a moment before saying, "This isn't about money, young man. You don't know what kind of disaster it represents—"

"I know where it comes from, so you don't need to worry about that. I'll pay forty thousand US dollars."

Suren continued.

The old man's eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.

Forty thousand US dollars is an enormous sum of money that he would find hard to refuse right now.

This money is enough for him to return to his hometown, find a sunny place to enjoy his old age, and no longer have to live in constant fear, guarding this source that could cause disaster at any time.

Moreover, since this young man could recognize the monster's background at a glance, he was definitely not an ordinary rich young master.

The old man hesitated for a moment.

Finally, he closed his eyes and sighed deeply, looking at the little monster in Patty's arms with a complicated expression.

"Alright—now that you know its origins, perhaps giving it to you would be a good home for it."

After the transaction was completed.

The old man's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "Since you insist, then please remember every word I'm about to say—"

"First, it hates bright light."

"Secondly, it must never come into contact with water, not even a single drop."

"Third, do not feed it after midnight!"

The old man's voice was solemn. "Do you remember? This concerns the lives of you and even the lives of this city."

Patty nodded seriously.

As the evening glow faded, the group, having finished watching a movie, returned to the office chatting and laughing.

The furry little monster hopped around Patty and Carrie's feet, making funny gestures and expressions that made the two laugh.

Suren rubbed her shoulders, watched them go upstairs together, and gave them a word of advice: "Don't forget the three rules."

Alessa had returned to Silent Hill, the girls' laughter subsided, and the hall returned to silence.

However, just as Suren turned to close the door, her movements paused slightly.

"Virgil?"

He then noticed a figure standing in the darkness.

Virgil leaned against the wall, supporting himself on one leg, with the Yamato sword clasped in his arms.

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"You've wasted far too much time on these pointless games of make-believe."