A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

It was already past 2 p.m. when I arrived in the town by bike.

Roy didn't go to the service center right away, but instead went to the side gate of the middle school.

Although he skipped the entire day of self-study, he couldn't break his promise to Steve to bring him the violin and books yesterday.

He waited at the school gate for a long time, and after the 3 o'clock dismissal bell rang, he sent a text message to Steve to let him know his location.

A moment later, Steve came running over carrying several bags:

"The violin you wanted, and the book, Roy."

"Your medicine, Steve, take a little less." Roy handed him a fresh supply of amphetamines from the ranch, from his brother's stock.

"Remember to contact me by phone if anything happens, friend!"

"I will, brother!"

After a few brief words, Roy slung the violin case over his shoulder, stuffed the book into the bag, and said goodbye to Steve…

……

At 3:30 pm,

Push open the door of the service center,

The elderly lady in charge was sitting at the front desk copying something. When she heard the noise, she looked up briefly and then continued copying.

He didn't give me a pleasant expression, nor a bad one; it was just a normal, indifferent look.

And quite normally, as Roy approached, he said:

"There's some heated chicken breast in the microwave. If you can, could you bring it to me when you go to the back?"

Roy did not refuse, especially since he had other requests.

When I opened the microwave, the chicken breast inside had no seasoning, tasted fishy, ​​and was visibly undercooked.

It must be for feeding cats.

As Roy made his judgment, he noticed a shopping receipt.

"Madam, would you like this chicken breast to be torn into strips?" he asked, unfolding the shopping receipt under the plate.

"If you can help, that would be wonderful!" the elderly lady manager at the front desk replied.

Roy put on gloves and tore at the chicken breast, which gave him more time and a more discreet way to check the receipt.

Clearance Chicken Breast: $0.5/lb (0.45kg)

It's probably chicken breast that's almost expired. Normally, chicken breast that's nearing its expiration date costs around $1.5 per pound.

However, feeding cats and dogs is normal and doesn't prove anything.

He continued reading, even though the awful smell of chicken breast made him want to vomit...

Discounted Quaker Oatmeal, Discounted Eggs (2 Dozens), Discounted Peanut Butter Cookies, Discounted Tomatoes, Discounted Ground Beef...

Are they all just "price reductions" and "discounts"?

These aren't things for feeding cats or dogs!

Roy's expression shifted; what if this receipt belonged to the elderly lady in charge...?

The old lady's family was clearly under considerable financial pressure.

In other words... those who are price-sensitive to small benefits and favors.

After tearing the last piece of chicken breast, Roy rinsed it with gloves on, picked up the plate, and discreetly picked up the receipt.

Just a few steps into the staff passage, at the entrance of the cattery, Roy found Lyson cleaning up cat hair.

"Uncle Lesson, the supervisor asked me to bring in the chicken breast for feeding the cats."

As he spoke, Roy put down the plate, held up the receipt, and asked:

"By the way, Uncle Lesson, is this receipt yours? I'd like to know which store it's from so I can buy something on my way back."

This is to verify who it is.

Leisen didn't think much of it, took the receipt, glanced at it, and put it on the table, saying:

"It's not mine!"

"I wouldn't buy something as luxurious as ground beef on a daily basis."

"The discounts on this page are too small."

"I usually eat crushed bacon, which is cheaper."

"Wait until the ground beef is below $4 per pound before buying in bulk, kid."

"When you eat it, you can add beans, chili peppers, and tomatoes, and then cook a big pot of rich meat soup...tsk, just talking about it makes me a little hungry."

"But if you want to buy something, just walk two blocks east from here and you'll find the store on the receipt."

Roy understood; it seemed the receipt had been left behind by the elderly lady in charge.

It seems that some strategies need to be modified slightly.

He pondered for a moment, then picked up the receipt and turned to walk out of the employee entrance.

"Hey kid, didn't you come in here to work?" Leisen asked hurriedly from behind.

Roy, without turning his head, said, "Uncle Lysen, I just remembered I have some urgent personal business to attend to today. Just pretend I wasn't here this afternoon!"

As he spoke, he fumbled in his pocket for his gas card and cash, then stuffed the $100 note back into his pocket.

Some things are quite widely known in the town, such as how people from all sorts of organizations love to use gas cards.

The $100 bill that Roy's mom mentioned, and the $50 bill that corresponds to this, is what Roy himself was thinking.

But now, that receipt tells him that the old lady's needs and preferences have largely changed!

As Roy walked out of the employee entrance, he faced the old lady at the main pipe:

"Madam, I just found a gas card at the station. I think it must be the one you lost!"

He held the gas card in both hands and handed it to the front desk.

He made no mention of the five crumpled $10 bills under the gas card and the shopping receipt at the bottom, as if he hadn't seen them at all.

However, the elderly lady in charge saw it clearly.

A flicker of doubt crossed her face, then she looked directly at Roy and waited quietly.

"I hope to adopt that German Shepherd, Coffin," Roy said gently.

The old lady smiled upon hearing this, her face full of kindness as she said:

"I think I can't find a reason to say no, child."

"Go check on Leisen's assessment. I'll get all your eligibility checks and other procedures done here as quickly as possible."

As she spoke, the old lady picked up the money from under her gas card.

In the good old days, a gas card held special significance for an elderly woman.

But when everything was so bad, the impact of cash was somewhat better than that of cards.

Besides, all she had to do was simplify and shorten the compliance process, which originally took more than a month, to a day or half a day.

"By the way, do you have any special requirements for the design of the dog tag?" the old lady asked as a final question.

"Let's keep it as it is for now, and I'll change it once I've decided," Roy replied.

After saying that, he disappeared into the employee passageway.

The "Transforming" label on the German Shepherd's head always made Roy a little wary. He didn't know if werewolves would only completely transform during a full moon, but he was willing to spend money to speed it up and reduce any unforeseen circumstances.

"Kid, what brings you here again? Your personal business has flown away, you don't need to take care of it anymore." Lysen asked Roy irritably.

"Uncle Leisen, I remember you asked me yesterday before we set off if I felt sorry for these cats and dogs..."

Roy pulled out ten $5 bills, crumpled them up, and handed them over, saying:

"I think they are indeed quite pitiful and desperately need a senior expert to help them buy some food."

Leisen raised an eyebrow, reached out without hesitation to take the money, and then asked:

"So what kind of private matter is it?"

"I want to adopt the Cocker Spaniel from last night. I've already informed the manager," Roy said directly.

"Kid..." Lyson slapped the banknotes in his palm and said:

"Let's get this straight: since you've generously donated, I won't be returning the money. But... I've told you about it, kid. Are you sure you've thought this through?"

"I've asked Sheriff John, and I've made up my mind!" Roy said directly.

"Alright, I'll provide a behavioral assessment report, along with a risk assessment report... Listen, kid, this won't prevent you from taking it, but it means you're aware of its risks and willing to bear the potential liability associated with those risks. So, let me ask you one more question..."

"I'm ready, Uncle Lesson," Roy interrupted.

"Then... come pick it up in half an hour!"

"Thanks, Uncle Lesson. And, I also need Fura's phone number!" Roy said finally.

……

Two hours later, in front of a detached house with a yard.

The dark gray Grand Cherokee SUV slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

Inside the car, Roy unbuckled the passenger seatbelt and gently pushed the $100 gas card onto the dashboard.

"Don't rush to say no, Vina. I'll be bothering you a lot more often in the future, so if you really feel bad about it... I wouldn't mind if you and your sister each gave me a kiss on the cheek."

"Get out of here!" In the driver's seat, Vina, dressed in a white-collar office lady outfit, retracted her action of pushing the card back and hurriedly waved her hand to tell Roy to get out of there.

A little over an hour ago, this young man offered to buy all of Coca-Cola's original dog supplies and also asked if Fula could accompany him to pick up the dog and take it for a walk.

A little over an hour later, they appeared here.

In the back seat of the car were Kao Fei, whom we had brought back, and his sister, who was leaning against Kao Fei.

She didn't even know why she was there.

Was it my sister's tear-stained pillowcase that I found while cleaning the house this morning?

Or was it the sudden pang of shame that surfaced in my heart when I kicked the dog ball while cleaning the house?

Anyway, she still drove here, declaring that Roy wouldn't have to pay a penny for the dog supplies, but the big boy teased her with jokes and she ended up receiving that excessive so-called gas fee...

Click!

The rear cargo door was opened.

The handsome young man carefully helped his smiling sister out of the car, and a large brown dog followed closely behind, jumping out of the car and frolicking between the two of them.

Vina buried her head deep in the steering wheel, only glancing out the window.

"sorry!"

She silently apologized to her sister, who had been crying this morning.

"That's wonderful!"

She tilted her head and spoke softly to the boy.

What she was seeing was nothing like what she had ever imagined.

But at this moment, it seemed to be a better arrangement than all her fantasies.

That is,

Her sister handed the leash completely to the boy, but at the same time, her sister's hand could still hold the middle of the leash.

And at this moment,

Just as Roy was trying to offer this inhuman hero some small end-of-life care, with both Roy and Fura holding the leash, the end of which was still attached to the collar of the German Shepherd Kofi…

A deep, gruff voice suddenly resounded inside Roy's head:

[A deep bond has been detected between the host and a transcendent being. Activate the panel and begin mission tracking?]

"yes!"

Although it was unexpected, Roy didn't hesitate for even a second.

Then, the voice inside his head rang again, and at the same time, a text panel appeared before Roy's eyes:

Branch options detected:

【1. Hunt down the werewolf Coffey!】You will gain +5 werewolf synergy.

[2. Assist the werewolf Kofe in completing the transformation and help suppress the influence of the werewolf curse on Kofe.] You will gain +2 werewolf bond and gain Spirit Infusion Points for the werewolf Kofe.

【Note】:

The "Witcher Bond" grants a percentage-based bonus to all Witcher attributes;

The "Non-Witcher Bond" grants a 0.00% bonus to all attributes compared to non-Witcher players;

That is, a Werewolf synergy of +5 is equivalent to gaining a 0.5% boost to all Werewolf attributes.

……

This is,

The Witcher panel within Roy's body, which had been dormant for a long time.

At this moment,

Activate now!

……