"... a traffic accident occurred on Skyline Road, where a vagabond suddenly rushed into traffic and was run over by a cent truck. The traffic departnt has sealed off parts of Skyline Road from south to north, and drivers are advised to adjust their routes promptly..."
"According to eyewitnesses, the man appeared dazed, as if showing symptoms of drug use..."
"... The police have not found any identification on the vagabond. Anyone with information about him is urged to contact the police departnt imdiately..."
Igula, holding a towel while drying his hair, looked up at the car’s television and suddenly said, "He looks a bit like a Curse Elf."
"Hmm?"
Ash, Harvey, and Rose all looked up to see the TV showing a photo of the car accident victim. Despite the grueso sight, it was noticeable that even though the deceased was middle-aged, he still looked quite handso, and his hair clumped together like snakes.
"Indeed," Harvey nodded. "His hair does resemble the serpent hair of a Curse Elf."
"Although I don’t know what a Curse Elf is," said Rose, who was driving. "But it seems like this person’s hygiene was extrely poor, probably hasn’t washed his hair in years, so it ended up greasy and matted together?"
Ash, sitting in the passenger seat, added, "An Elf’s characteristic is pointy ears. His ears are sowhat large but not to the extent that they’re considered pointy, right?"
Igula nodded without refuting, rely attempting to stir up a conversation topic: "Miss Rose, we two are new role-playing partners hired by Mr. Heath. I’m Igula, and you can call him Harvey... sorry for earlier."
The three of them had erged from a stinking river and, naturally, couldn’t just hop into a car. Moreover, Igula couldn’t stand being slly for another ten minutes. So, they sought a nearby residence, hoping to borrow so clothes and use their bathroom.
Initially, Rose had been prepared to offer compensation, but the hoowner, having found Ash among them, beca so ecstatic that he refused any money. He only asked for a photo and autograph with Ash, even ignoring Ash’s filthy appearance, rushing over to shake hands with him with a devout, almost worshipful expression.
Ash further realized—the role Heath plays in this world seems to be quite formidable.
Is the Plagiarist really that impressive?
During a bath break, Ash briefly shared the current intel with Igula. After a mont of contemplation, the Swindler flicked Ash’s forehead—Rose’s misunderstanding is helping you, kiddo, why are you trying to clarify? Are you intentionally raising the difficulty level?
Right now, they should steady things with Rose, make good use of Heath’s legacy, and figure out how they ended up in the Kingdom of Allstars, and how to return.
Surprisingly, Rose was quite receptive to it: "Hello, Mr. Igula, Mr. Harvey. I have no objections to your full-on role-playing ga, as long as you hold Ash back if he shows signs of wanting to streak, I’d be very grateful. After all, that incident led to many partners revoking Ash’s endorsents—though many ca afterwards wanting deep collaboration."
Igula asked, "What if he streaks indoors?"
"If there are fewer than ten people, you can ignore him, but if he starts engaging in self-abuse or even spraying anyone present, I hope you can confiscate his tools of the cri promptly..."
"You don’t need to discuss things I’d never do in my life," Ash said, "We’ll discuss the role-play ahead, Rose, just treat it as acting."
Rose looked around, pointed to so bushes on the roadside, and said, "No one will see you streak over there, need to pull over?"
Ash heavily flicked Rose on the forehead, causing her eyes to promptly beco sharp. She released the steering wheel and twisted around to pinch Ash’s cheeks, scaring both Ash and Igula into shouting ’the wheel’. She leisurely grabbed the wheel again, making a tily turn at the intersection.
"Did you have to react so strongly?" Ash complained, "And you were the one who dissed first!"
"No, I was clearly considering for you, even helping find a spot!" Rose puffed her cheeks in anger, almost like an exploding pufferfish, pouting, "You treat well, and you get rewarded, you bully , and I’ll hit back!"
Such an intense temper!
Ash suddenly realized that his childhood friend-turned-assistant seed abnormal, not understanding the danger of letting go of the steering wheel. She didn’t even grasp that such a remark was a diss, yet neither her IQ nor EQ was lacking, just possessing a self-consistent but unrealistic thodology.
However, this thought revolved briefly in Ash’s mind before he quickly let it go—he had yet to et normal individuals on his journey, from Black Crow to Harvey, from Silver Lamp to Sword Maiden, and even he had his ntal issues; perhaps this was the norm in life.
"Igula, any thoughts?" he asked, turning back.
"With such limited information, I’m also not going to speculate wildly, otherwise, how would that differ from speaking nonsense?" Igula queried, "Miss Rose, does this world have gods?"
"Do you an the real type or idol type?" Rose answered, "If it’s idol type, there’s one sitting right next to . To the fans, Ash Heath is a god."
"As for real ones, I haven’t seen any yet."
Igula nodded, "Since it’s 1668, does that an... this world has history, right?"
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