I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 19 I Love Inventions (Please Read More)

The equipment distributed to Stardust Club investigators upon joining the company is very simple, with a total of three pieces.

Candles, whips, and cylindrical objects covered with long spikes.

This made Ron wonder if he had walked into the wrong office.

Perhaps this huge logistics department is actually a disguise of pink romance?
Seeing the young man lost in thought, Sid Flores immediately knew what he had misunderstood.

So he picked up the candle with a cold face and explained seriously:
"Don't underestimate 'Dark Abnormally Fast Leaving 3.0'. It's an invention I meticulously crafted!"

"Being an investigator is a very dangerous job. You'll inevitably have to deal with the weird things in the dark, so please trust the wisdom of our logistics and R&D department!"

Darkness is leaving 3.0
This unique name made Ron very curious, and he couldn't help asking: "So, what's its use?"

Sid Flores's cold face revealed a hint of a smile. He didn't look down on the boy's ignorance, but instead gave a detailed introduction:

"I added the skin of the Dark Goblin's feet, the pus of the Plasma Slime, and the feces of 3-071 to the candle."

"When lit, it not only provides a reliable source of light and warmth, but also emits a stench that even creatures of darkness cannot tolerate!"

As he spoke, under Ron's shocked gaze, Sid broke off a piece of candle and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully.

"Ugh! And it's edible. It smells awful, but tastes delicious!"

"Think about it, when you're out of ammunition and food, and all you have next to you is a pile of cold shit, and there's also a section called 'Dark Abnormality Quickly Leave 3.0', which one would you choose?"

Is this meal a must?!

Such a perverted scene made Ron's scalp tingle. He didn't expect the investigator's work to be so difficult.

In order to get the twelve golden lions every month, you have to eat shit from time to time!

He secretly made up his mind that when he got out, he must carry more candies and biscuits with him to avoid similar situations in the future.

"Mr. Sid, I don't think I'll be out of ammunition and food in the short term."

The boy curled his lips and did not comment on this curious candle.

"Huh, you're such a greedy fellow. Are you so eager for my later inventions?"

"Okay, I'll satisfy you today!"

Ron's refusal did not disappoint Sid Flores, but instead made him feel it was full of challenges.

Because he once again felt the hot blood in his chest.

It is his duty as the logistics director to study various props and use any means to reduce the death rate of Stardust Society investigators.

He didn't want the next time he saw Ron to be in a cold morgue.

Putting down the candle in his hand, Sid Flores turned around and picked up the dark leather whip beside him.

He elegantly brushed his slender fingers across the tight lines of the whip and explained to Ron in detail:
"This is also my invention, called 'Pythagorean Theorem 2.0'."

Pythagorean Theorem 2.0
Hearing this name, the blond boy was slightly stunned. He didn't expect to hear this familiar name in another world.

"Pythagorean theorem?" he asked at the right time.

"Yes." Sid confirmed, and then continued:
"In addition to dealing with various anomalies, our Stardust Society also deals with followers of evil gods."

"Those guys infected by the evil spirits are either hiding in the dark sewers or in the deep mountains and forests.
Therefore, if we want to search for intelligence, we can only pry open the mouths of the captured cultists."

"The shape of the whip is not only easy to carry, but also fits perfectly with the hook. As long as you position it correctly and pull it gently, the entire whip can be smoothly drawn."

?

What does this have to do with intelligence gathering?
Also, the Pythagorean theorem isn’t like this, right? I’m not well-educated, so don’t lie to me!
At this moment, Ron felt that his brain was boiling, and he could hardly keep up with Sid's thoughts.

But before he could ask, the logistics director smiled and said:

"It's capsaicin. I added concentrated capsaicin."

Spicy, capsaicin!
Ron was stunned, feeling that the knowledge had entered his mind in a despicable way.

His overactive imagination formed a picture in his mind.

The delicate little flower was gently scratched by the rough whip stained with capsaicin...

Ron felt horrible just thinking about that scene.

At this moment, he felt that brain transplant surgery was useless, and the person in front of him seemed to be the owner of the "forbidden truth".

Ron was so shocked that he lost the ability to speak.

Sid Flores had a smug smile on his face.

"You're such a newbie, can't you hold on just like this?" He didn't give the boy any time to buffer.

Instead, he carefully picked up the slender, cactus-like cylinder with sharp thorns next to the whip and said with a smile:

"It's called 'Easy and Joy 1.0'."

"I just invented it yesterday, and the application for mass use hasn't been approved by the president yet."

"According to statistics, 30% of investigators who have long-term contact with the 'Madman of Truth' will fall into insanity and their souls will become polluted."

"This is essentially caused by getting too close to the 'forbidden truth' and falling into the 'depths' of the spirit."

"After much thought, I finally found a way to combat this pollution."

"Hold 'Easy Joy 1.0' firmly in your hand and it will stimulate your spirit while grounding you firmly in the real world."

"Also, I've thoughtfully considered the situation where your hands are occupied and can't be used. You can definitely stuff them in."

"stop!"

Ron immediately raised his hand to stop Sid Flores from introducing the rest of the story.

The scale of such a large scene was a bit too exciting for him as a minor.

Although helping others and fulfilling everyone's dreams is Ron's creed in life.

But at this critical moment, he still chose to bravely say "no"!
"Mr. Sid, do you have any more ordinary equipment?"

The boy chose his words tactfully, fearing that his rejection would cause a huge blow to Sid Flores' heart.

Ron, who has experienced countless failed job searches, pays special attention to this aspect.

But just as he finished speaking, the situation he was most worried about happened.

I saw that Sid's golden eyes were slightly unfocused, and the elegant smile on the corners of his mouth could no longer be maintained. He was like a salted fish that had lost its dream.

“Now even newcomers don’t like my inventions?”

Faintly, Ron seemed to hear such whispers.

Looking at the distraught Sid Flores, the blond boy pursed his lips, seeming to empathize with him.

He felt that he needed to do something at this time!
A warm white hand rested on the young man's shoulder, causing Sid, whose eyes were dazed, to raise his head.

A strand of golden hair caught his eye, and then he saw a pair of extremely determined blue eyes.

What kind of eyes are those?
Never give up, never abandon, there seems to be an extremely tenacious belief in his eyes!
"Brother Sid, don't give up your dreams!"

“Just because one person doesn’t like it doesn’t mean your invention has no value, and just because everyone denies it doesn’t mean they are all right.”

"You have to live for yourself!"

Recalling the hardships he faced while looking for a job, Ron's infectious words were firm and sincere.

This made Sid Flores, who was somewhat discouraged and was about to give up his dream and embrace reality, shudder all over.

"Live for yourself?" the silver-haired young man asked in confusion.

"Yes! Live for yourself. You must understand the original intention of your invention." The blond boy looked solemn.

What was the original intention of the invention?
Sid Flores opened his mouth.

This question seemed to require no answer at all, because the answer had always been in his mind.

"It's to save more investigators from dying in danger!"

Hearing this, Ron smiled and nodded, then patted the logistics director's shoulder.

"Brother Sid, you have good intentions, but you overlook the laziness and desire for comfort in human beings."

"Instead of letting investigators numb themselves in a comfortable environment, why not let them gradually adapt in their daily lives?"

"That way, they won't reject your invention."

Adapting my invention
The blond boy's words were like the most evil whisper, causing the muscles on Sid Flores' face to gradually relax and light to appear in his eyes.

"I know what to do!"

He looked excited, his hands tightly grasping the boy's shoulders, his eyes full of the blazing fire of hope that had been rekindled.

"Ron, from today on, you are my best friend!"

Sometimes, a man's bond is so simple!
(ps: Today is Tuesday, I am going to read and vote for you guys, I always feel that this data is going to fail, I don’t know if I can test the waters,
I also ask readers to leave more comments. I can't get feedback as a newbie, and I don't know if there are any problems with the plot, QAQ.)
(End of this chapter)