People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 166 I feel my talent is too poor

Bayonetta snapped her fingers, and a crystal bead emitting a red glow appeared in her palm.

The surface of the jewel is engraved with a pattern composed of a crescent moon and stars.

With a flick of her finger, she tossed the pearl to Suren.

"This is----?"

Suren raised his hand and caught the pearl. Just by holding it in his hand, he could feel the magic power in his body rapidly filling up. Like a long-awaited rain after a drought, the warm energy flowed into his body through his palm, greatly relieving his physical fatigue.

"The Pearl of the Moon".

Bayonetta peeled open a lollipop. "A man who's so easily drained won't do. It's a real downer if he gets drained too quickly."

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"Cough cough————"

This witch's car always moves so fast.

Suren could only pretend not to hear and silently put the pearl away.

The Moon Pearl is a valuable item; it can increase the maximum amount of magic power within one's body.

After absorbing this stuff, he should be able to fly around Los Santos three or four times, right?

Before Suren could even thank him, Bayonetta's gaze fell on his hand: "It seems you haven't found a suitable weapon yet? Keep that Shura Blade for me for now."

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As she spoke, she extended two fingers, reaching into the deep collar of her black leather jacket, and pulled out a black business card that was still warm from her body and carried a faint scent of roses from between two high, white mounds.

"Judging from your appearance, you probably wouldn't use that broken box as a brick to hit someone."

Bayonetta casually smoothed her long hair: "If you ever want to forge a weapon that truly belongs to you, you can go to this bar and ask the bartender."

Suren glanced down at the business card, which had the words "Gates of Hell" printed on it in cursive script.

"Rodin?"

Suren's expression changed drastically.

Rodin was an angel who had defected from heaven. He was not only incredibly strong, but also the world's top weapon-forging master.

He flipped the business card over and glanced at the address on the back.

No wonder I'd never heard of him before, living so far away in Washington, D.C., on the East Coast.

As the center of political power, that place is said to be even more chaotic than Los Santos, with all sorts of cult rumors and bizarre cases emerging one after another.

After putting away the business card, Suren looked up, only to find that Bayonetta had already turned away.

The leather jacket features a deep V-neck at the back, revealing fair skin.

Following the V-shape of the gathered fabric downwards, there is a slender waist that can be grasped in one hand, and a full curve pressed against the seat.

Bayonetta noticed his gaze, turned her head and smiled charmingly, "Isn't it handsome, little boy? This is one of the perks of working for me."

Suren calmly withdrew her gaze, showing no signs of embarrassment.

Heart of beauty in everyone.

"Alright, the weather in the next state is terrible, it's not good for my skin, I'm off."

Before she finished speaking, her figure transformed into a flock of crows, flapping their wings and flying away from the car window.

Push open the door of the firm.

It's not the weekend, and Carrie is the only one in the office.

She squatted beside the sofa, holding a cat toy, teasing the little monster Gizmo she had bought earlier.

Hearing the door open, she quickly dropped her toys, stood up, and went to take the coat that Su Lun had taken off, a smile spreading across her face.

"Sulen, you're back?"

She said softly, "Gizmo was just staring at the door; it seemed to know you were coming home."

"Um.

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Suren nodded. The little rascal Gizmo hid behind the sofa as soon as he saw her, baring his teeth at her. He didn't look welcoming at all.

He handed her the boxes of local specialties he was carrying.

"A serious fire broke out at a bar in the suburbs, and the fire spread extremely quickly."

"An on-site investigation revealed that the accident resulted in the deaths of seven or eight students —"

On television, a reporter stood at the scene reporting, with a collapsed and completely blackened building behind her.

"—A low-shouldered indie rock band that displayed astonishing courage during the fire—"

Suren looked at the young musician being interviewed on the screen and shook his head expressionlessly.

Seeing that Suren was interested in the news on TV, Carrie came over with a cup of hot water and explained softly, "This happened a few days ago."

"Everyone is talking about the Low Shoulders band, saying they are heroes of the fire, saving many people from the inferno."

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"In the past few days, they have also made a memorial album for the victims, which is being played on the radio every day."

Suren took a sip of water and nodded.

Natural disasters and man-made calamities are something that can never be avoided.

Hearing such reports as soon as he got back made him feel a bit unlucky.

After taking a hot shower, he changed into clean clothes and returned to the hall.

"Carrie, when are you planning to go back to school?"

Carrie stopped tidying up the trash, turned around, and a hint of panic flashed across her face.

"I—that—"

She seemed completely unprepared for Suren's sudden question.

Due to long-term sensitivity and low self-esteem, she subconsciously thought that she had clumsily broken something, causing the other person to dislike her.

She stammered for a long time, but couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Suren saw through her thoughts and explained, "It's not what you think. Even if you go to school, you can still go back to the office with Patty after school."

"But at the very least, you need to finish your studies first, right?"

Hearing this, Carrie's tense body relaxed slightly, and she replied softly, "I—I plan to go back in the next few days. I have final exams coming up soon. Besides, the news about the bar fire has overshadowed everything, and everyone has almost forgotten about what happened at the movie theater."

Suren nodded. He was just asking casually; the other party had their own ideas, so there was no need to interfere too much.

He glanced at the magic books spread out on the coffee table and asked, "How have you been adapting to controlling your abilities lately?"

Carrie's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head even further: "I feel like my talent is terrible."

"Um?"

Suren raised an eyebrow. The telekinetic power within the other person meant there was no question of a lack of talent.

"The basic magic trick recorded in the book is called 'The Master's Hand.' The requirement is to use one's mind to steadily envelop an object and lift it up—"

Carrie bit her lip, stretched out her right hand, and aimed at an empty glass of water on the coffee table.

"But I just can't stay steady. Every time I move, my ability turns into this—"

As soon as she finished speaking, a loud "bang!" rang out, and the glass on the table shattered instantly, shards of glass scattering all over the floor.

Carrie hurriedly stood up, apologizing as she rushed to the corner to grab a broom and clean up the mess.

"I can never control my strength properly; I can't even lift a cup. Whenever I use telekinesis, anything I touch is instantly shattered."

She gripped the broom, her voice filled with frustration. "The book says this is a sign of scattered mental energy and an inability to concentrate—"

"By comparison, Patty is doing much better than me; she can already make feathers float."