Chapter 5: The Eye of the Death

It was another new week. After flipping through the phone, Ye You started working.

It's called work, but it's actually just typing on the keyboard.

Yes, Ye You is an online novel author.

I even wrote several contract-type fan novels and made very detailed settings, but I missed it.

But I didn't expect that one day the book of contract really came to me.

Therefore, it is quite fast to accept.

After all, Ye You had fantasized about such a scene countless times in his mind.

His plan used to be to wait for the civil service exam while typing.

It is best to pass the exam. It is easy for civil servants to write, and it doesn’t matter if they can’t pass the exam. It will continue next year. Moreover, the current royalties are not shabby, and there are also various provincial exams, so you can always pass the exam.

"What should I do? Do I want to open a new book?"

I have thought of the title of the book, and the contents are ready-made and taken from life.

After thinking about it, I'd better forget it. The old book has not been finished yet, so it's too tiring to open it on both sides.

Open the codec software, find a few salted fish to spell together, and enjoy the pleasure of being the leader.

Half a morning passed quickly, Ye You stopped and his mind was a little tired.

Go to B.com to search for materials, find inspiration, and relax.

Then I found someone shamelessly calling Joan of Arc's wife.

Ye You couldn't bear it anymore.

[The Great Demon King of Blue Sky: Joan of Arc is now in my house.]

He looked out and saw Joan of Arc cutting vegetables in the kitchen?

[The Great Demon King of Qingkong: She seems to be preparing lunch for me.]

Someone responded immediately.

[You must not understand: Haha, another one who has not woken up yet.]

[Fish! What a big fish: Whose urine is yellow? It wakes him up.]

[People will die if they are killed: Sizhai steamed goose heart!]

Ye You didn't argue and hummed a small song.

How could they know their own happiness?

But Joan of Arc isn't really going to cook, right?

It is of course a wonderful thing to have a beautiful girl cooking for herself, but Joan of Arc was still in an era that had not even experienced in the Industrial Revolution yesterday, and Ye You was afraid of a real gas explosion at home.

Putting down the keyboard, Ye You came to the kitchen door.

The sun is very bright today.

Warm beige light columns pass through the glass windows, covering the cabinets and quartz countertops, many fine fibers sink into the light, silently around, the quiet and cute midday in early summer.

Joan of Arc turned his back to Ye You, with a brilliant blonde hair draped behind him.

She frowned at the unfamiliar instrument and thought, and her slightly clumsy movements were cautious, afraid that something would be disturbed by the sound.

Looking at Joan of Arc like this, Ye You felt a slight throbbing deep in his heart. He couldn't tell what kind of feelings it was, but he just watched quietly.

Until Joan of Arc turned his head.

"Master?" Joan of Arc apologized: "Have you disturbed?"

"No, nothing. You are..."

Joan of Arc lowered his head and said, "I want to prepare lunch. I can't always bother the master."

"Do you know how to cook?"

"Well. My mother taught me when I was in my hometown...but,"

Joan of Arc's face was a little dull, "I haven't seen most of the ingredients here, and I don't know how to use the kitchen utensils. I always feel that I'm useless."

"It's not like this. Everyone has their own strengths, and they both cook and the customs in different places are different. Since you want, I'll teach you, although my cooking skills are not very good."

Joan of Arc was very smart and the kitchen utensils he used were not that complicated. Joan of Arc quickly became familiar with the operation method.

But the dishes really take effort.

Fortunately, it is not a complicated dish. One is fried with peppers and one is tomato and egg soup, and with the help of Ye You, it was finally completed.

The French in the 15th century had never seen these dishes, but Joan of Arc learned them very quickly and the taste seemed to be OK.

"Master, how about it?" Joan of Arc looked at Ye You nervously.

“Yeah, it’s delicious.”

Joan of Arc was relieved when he heard this.

She still couldn't use chopsticks, so she pinched the spoon and started eating.

In the afternoon, Ye You thought about what functions the book of contract still has.

Since he could pull Joan of Desert over, then, on the other hand, can he go to her world?

It seems to be fine in theory, but it's a bit too much.

Ye You did not discover the way to travel through the world through the Book of Contract.

The Book of Contract has not discovered anything for the time being, but Ye You accidentally activated a skill.

After injecting magic into your eyes—

【Discovery Eye: Activate】

Ye You's ability column is finally no longer blank.

"Explore the Eye?"

Ye You looked at Joan of Arc... The clothes were still there, and no data was displayed.

Well, there seems to be no change.

What to find out?

It doesn't seem to change the difference between the items and the past.

It would be better to say that except for the extra [Detective Eye] in the ability bar, Ye You did not feel any changes at all.

"Joan of Arc."

“In .master.”

"You try to inject magic into your eyes?"

According to Ye You's words, Joan of Arc's eyesight has indeed become stronger, and even the screws a few kilometers away can be clearly seen.

But [Detective Eye] did not appear.

Is this my ability that belongs to me alone? Ye You guessed.

But even if you say that, what is the Explosive Eye? What is its function?

Ye You didn't know at all.

There is no instruction manual, it's a headache.

I will let go of this for the time being, and I am afraid I can't figure it out if I want to break my head.

The supper was also prepared by Joan of Arc, and Ye You guided it aside.

During the meal, Ye You looked at Joan of Arc as if he was always looking out of the window, so he suggested going out for a walk.

The two arrived at the shore of Qianmu Lake, which was different from the scenery that was swaying in the willows during the day and the warm wind made tourists intoxicated.

The night is full of lights, the night is blurred, the lake water and the light intertwined, giving a clear and dreamy feeling.

Ye You and Joan of Arc were walking by the lake, looking at the lake, and their pupils reflected in waves.

The two of them didn't say anything and kept walking forward, and the population gradually became less and less.

"Are you worried about it?" Ye You asked.

Joan of Arc looked at Ye You, his lips squirmed, wanting to say something.

Then I saw a beautiful woman walking towards this side, and swallowing her throat again.

It was interrupted at the critical moment, and Ye You turned his head dissatisfiedly and looked at the person coming.

Then he was stunned.

Because, he saw something very bizarre.

I saw a light plate floating one meter before the visitor's eyes, like a holographic projection.
To be continued...