"Oh? When?"

"If you hadn't hired me, I would probably be working in a textile factory now. All my cousins ​​have already gone to work."

Karen nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, Alfred, who heard the voice, came out.

Karen stood up from the sofa, walked into the bathroom on the ground floor and washed his face, then glanced at Ms. Anne and Mr. Pavaro lying in the preservation array, and said hello to them:

"I'm going out."

Went downstairs and got in the car.

Alfred started the car and said: "Master, if it weren't for us, I'm afraid Xili would be..."

"Maybe she went to a regular textile factory."

"I can ask her cousins ​​when I get back..."

"No need to ask."

"I'm sorry, Master, I just think it feels good that what we do can be clearly reflected in front of us."

"Well, I know."

"Then young master..."

"I'm just afraid that you'll be addicted. Oh, I'm also afraid that I'll be addicted to this feeling."

"What the young master said makes sense, I understand."

While the car was driving, Karen wanted to borrow a pillow to lean on and sleep for a while, but at this time, she was no longer sleepy and just watched the scenery passing by outside the car window silently.

Perhaps, Mr. Pavarro looked at the scenery outside the window like this when he was sitting in the car earlier.

Karen suddenly felt a very good feeling, because he knew that he still had a lot of scenery left, and the road was still very long, if nothing unexpected happened.

As the car passed between the St. Tor Building and the Curtis Building, Alfred asked:

"Master, do you want to go to the clinic again?"

"If you don't watch, just think that I ran away too."

The car drove through another street, and finally stopped on the road in front of the Lemar Ceramics Museum.

"Master, shall I go in with you?"

"No, I'll go in by myself."

Karen rolled down the window and looked into her eyes in the reflector.

"Master, your eyes feel uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately, I'm afraid my eyes are too red and people will treat me as a strange monster when I walk in."

Karen got out of the car with the gift box, opened the door and walked into the pottery hall. The store's name was not big, but the space inside was not small. This was normal. Few people would go shopping and enter the pottery hall.

Yes, so the size of the facade is not that important.

There are many ceramic works in the display cabinets, which are mainly small objects. They only pay attention to the attributes of viewing and playing, and do not pay attention to the practical attributes. It is impossible to open a shop in a commercial center by selling money based on practical attributes.

A middle-aged man with a beard is sitting inside and coloring a pottery figure, which looks like an old man.

After sensing someone coming in, he greeted perfunctorily without raising his head:

"Hello."

Karen walked over and looked at Tao Ren.

The bearded man said: "An old lady ordered it and made it according to her husband's photo."

"She must miss her husband very much."

"Oh no, her husband is still alive."

"Huh? Then they have a really good relationship."

"Haha, the old lady ordered a whole box of twelve here before, but within half a month she placed a new order. Every time she and her husband quarreled, she would throw her husband's image of Tao Ren to relieve her anger."

"Being angry is also a kind of affection."

"I like this statement."

The bearded man finally put down the brush in his hand and looked up at Karen:

"Lemar, as you can see, I'm the boss here."

"Karen."

"What does Mr. Cullen do? You look very tired, especially your eyes."

"I just lost my job and now I have no job."

"Well, no wonder, unemployment makes people sleepless and makes their eyes red."

"hehe."

"Are you here to take a look at the store, or do you have something to do with me?"

"Something's wrong."

"Okay, what would you like to drink, black tea or coffee?"

"coffee."

"Then please wait a moment."

Lemar went behind the bar to prepare drinks, while Karen noticed that there was a puppet on the workbench in front of him. It could be felt that this puppet was made of a man, but when it came to the face, he felt that this man

It looks so abstract, probably because of its poor level.

"Coffee for you; hey, this is my sister's work, the lover of her dreams."

"She is indeed the lover of my dreams."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lemar understood the implication of Karen's words and immediately laughed.

"You must not let her hear this. She will have to watch this pottery man fall asleep at night, but fortunately, she is not here now, and is shopping to prepare for the next chance encounter."

Karen suddenly felt like she could recognize who this pottery man was;

Then I felt that the pottery figure was made even more ugly;

"You can tell your story, Mr. Cullen."

"A friend told me that you are good at making masks."

Lemar took a sip of coffee, smiled, and motioned for Karen to continue.

"I would like you to make me a mask."

"I rarely make masks for strangers because I don't know where they will use the masks. Maybe you can let me get familiar with them first. Why don't you tell me if any of my friends in this shop were my customers?"

"Not really."

"Oh, then whose mask are you going to make?"

"It's the friend who told me about your shop."

"Tsk, what a good friend."

"We can discuss the remuneration."

"We can't talk about the reward in a hurry. I want to see your friend's face first."

"Okay, here."

Karen placed the gift box on the workbench, opened it, and revealed Mr. Pavarro's face inside.

"I know him." Lemar looked at Karen and asked, "Are you planning to make his mask and blend into the Cult of Kosmos?"

"Yes."

"Do you have any deep grudge against the Cult of Kosmos? You need to intercept his identity. Strictly speaking, he is a very good judge."

"I said that he and I are friends, and he wanted me to do this."

"Oh, yes."

Lemar stretched out his index finger, touched his face, and closed his eyes;

Soon, he opened his eyes and said: "It seems that what you said is indeed true. I can feel that he gave this face to you with voluntary emotions. This is useful for making masks.

With this kind of gentle and proactive emotion in it, the difficulty can be directly reduced by 50%."

"So, are you willing to..."

"No, I don't want to. I don't know if you know that I don't like the Cult of Kosmos."

"Know."

"Logically speaking, since I don't like the Cult of Kosmos, it seems to be a very normal personal choice for those people with ulterior motives to infiltrate the Cult of Kosmos. But the problem is, if your identity is exposed, it will bring a very big impact to me.
To be continued...