I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

[Iced Apples: These are rare ritual materials that warlocks can use to cast summoning spells. Five icing apples can be used to construct a spell circle to summon imps and succubi.]

After vomiting for a while, Lynn, who had gradually gotten used to it, pulled her head back into the car and silently looked at the line of text in front of her.

"This terrifying thing is actually a material used in spell arrays to summon imps and succubi?"

There are no demons in the game that require a magic circle to summon, but this is reality after all, so maybe the game just omits some steps?

Although Lynn doesn't yet know at what level he will be able to acquire the "Summon Imp" skill.

But now that we've encountered its spellcasting materials, we can't let it pass us by.

"..."

The bald Latino man glanced at him sideways, said nothing, but gave a mocking smile.

The car pulled up to the front of the villa. He and his black henchman got out, and Lynn had no choice but to get out as well, and they arrived at the front of the luxurious and spacious villa.

"The boss is interrogating the traitor, Francisco, and he's nowhere to be found right now."

A fully armed security guard standing at the door, with a gun slung across his shoulder, spoke to the bald Latino man.

"This is the pharmacist Lynn. He has the potion the boss needs; the boss specifically requested it."

The bald man spoke to the guard, who thought for a moment, then picked up the communicator hanging around his neck and said something to it. After receiving a response, the guard nodded to him, stepped back, and opened the door.

"Go inside, and don't try any tricks."

The black henchman shoved Lynn, causing him to stumble and almost fall. This made Francisco glare at his henchman with displeasure, but he didn't say anything.

The villa was very luxurious and spacious, and Lynn was led into the living room on the first floor.

A luxurious boss's table, behind which sat a middle-aged Latino man with short hair, a pale face, bulging veins, and bloodshot eyes.

He was wearing a well-tailored, high-quality gray suit, and a gold chain about the thickness of a thumb around his neck.

With his hands resting on the table, he wore a gold Rolex watch on his left hand and held a half-burnt cigar in his right, exuding an imposing aura.

On the wall behind him hung a wild boar head specimen, a favorite of the American middle class. To his right was a gun rack with various firearms. On the table sat a crystal ashtray and a half-empty bottle of bourbon whiskey, next to which was an empty bottle of vodka.

Lynn noticed that there was a small red scorpion, about the size of a child's palm, inside the vodka bottle. It was struggling to find its way out of the cramped space and seemed very anxious.

Kneeling in front of the table was a large, obese Latino man with a bloody face, his left ear half-shot off, and a bloody mess.

[You have encountered Caribou, a mini-boss in the Undead Zone, an elite monster leader of the Undead race, a Matamoros from Mexico, a devout follower of Voodoo, ruthless, cruel, and greedy, who enjoys torturing and executing enemies with scorpions, hence his nickname "The Scorpion."]

It must be said that the system's weapon box function is indeed very useful.

As soon as Lynn saw this person, the system automatically displayed his important information.

He also learned that the other party was a devout follower of Voodoo.

Didn't I just tell Mike that I had awakened my identity as a witch doctor?

Perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to put it to use?

Lynn stood to the side, accompanied by Francisco, who did not interrupt the ongoing interrogation.

Lynn, of course, wouldn't be so oblivious; it was clear that Carib was in a bad mood at that moment.

"Boss, please believe me, I'm really not an undercover agent! You know, my father, my brother, and my cousin all died at their hands. How could I possibly be their undercover agent!"

The kneeling fat man with half an ear cried out in tears, his large chunks of fat bulging out from under the rope. With his hands tied behind his back, he looked like a lump of fat pork bound with rope.

"If it wasn't you, then how were we caught red-handed in that transaction?"

Karibu's voice was soft, carrying a sickly yet sinister quality.

"Only I, you, and Lewis, who participated in the trade, know the time and place of this transaction. I can also confirm that only their boss James and the trader Robert know about it on the other side."

He shook the cigar, now partially ashed, in the crystal ashtray, then put it in his mouth, took a puff, and exhaled a thin plume of smoke.

"However, that night James and I were in the same car, watching the trade through binoculars from two kilometers away on the mountain."

"Just as Lewis pulled a box out of the junkyard to make the deal, DEA vehicles suddenly rushed over and surrounded them."

"They were caught red-handed with both $50 worth of goods and $50 in cash."

Caribou stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray and then poured himself a small glass of whiskey.

He didn't drink it, but instead waved the square glass around, seemingly admiring the amber-colored liquid.

"You arranged Lewis's move, and James personally arranged Robert's. Now that the trade has gone wrong, both sides have been taken down. You're telling me you didn't betray us? Do you think I'd believe you?"

He took a sip of his drink, put down his glass, and then picked up the vodka bottle containing the scorpion, popping the cork off with a "pop".

The scorpion, which had been wandering around inside for a long time without finding an exit, seemed to sense the fresh air and immediately crawled towards the bottle opening.

Caribou stood up and walked over to the person he was interrogating.

"I'll give you five more seconds. If you don't admit it, or can't point out the real traitor, then..."

He tilted the bottle slightly, and the scorpion with its stinger flashing a deadly black light could burst out of the bottle at any moment and land on him.

"No, I'm really not a traitor, boss, it's, it's..."

"Who is it? You have three seconds."

"Yes...yes..."

One-Ear hesitated for a long time, but still didn't dare to speak. He seemed to be more afraid of that person than of the deadly scorpion in front of him!

"Look, when Juan betrayed me, you killed his entire family and turned them into candied apples, hanging them in their yard. Back then, you and Lewis were the people I trusted most. I liked you both very much!"

"But you, you betrayed my trust so blatantly, you shameful traitor!"

Caribou suddenly flew into a rage and smashed the bottle down on One-Ear's head!

"bump!"

The bottle shattered instantly, and the scorpion seemed to be immediately freed!

The sound of breaking startled it, and the frightened scorpion immediately plunged its stinger, held high on its tail, into the soft, fleshy area beneath it!