Temporarily bidding farewell to his mother, Lex first returned to his room, picked up the gift he was going to give Harribel, and then walked towards the passage to his sister's bedroom, thinking about Abraham's commission as he went.
It is said that 'clarence's gate' looks like a miniature door, shrunken countless times, with an ordinary appearance, making it very easy to be mistaken for some kind of ornament.
But even when it's not in use, it can merge with anything around it that possesses the concept of a 'door,' making it very difficult for people to distinguish it.
Of course, as the guardian, his mother's teacher, the Bearded Man old man Asered, naturally knows how to distinguish it.
As long as 'clarence's gate' is nearby, it will occasionally absorb various gemstones. Any gemstone will do; rubies, sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, pearls, lapis lazuli, etc., are all things that 'door' likes.
This point can be used to identify 'clarence's gate'.
In addition, the old man also provided the recovery ritual, which Amelia also told Lex.
"It's truly amazing, I wonder what its function is. But since it's a door, it should be related to 'passages', but it must be more than that, otherwise that old man wouldn't be so nervous."
Lex patted his pocket again; it contained the 'traveler's almanacs', a magical item Asered lent to the tracker to facilitate the tracker's travel between different regions.
However, he promised that as long as 'clarence's gate' was recovered, Lex would permanently own this item.
At this moment, his sister Harribel's room was reached. Lex tidied his clothes slightly, checked the gift, and then was about to knock.
The door suddenly opened, and someone bumped into Lex's arms, making him feel a considerable 'pressure'. He subconsciously supported her shoulders, only then seeing clearly that it was his sister's personal maid.
Black hair, blue eyes, soft features, and a bit of baby fat, Ailiya.
"Mr. Lex, I, I'm very sorry." Ailiya quickly stepped back, looking at Lex somewhat at a loss.
Lex smiled and said, "It's alright. Is Harribel in?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his sister's voice came from inside: "Ailiya, you can go about your business."
Ailiya quickly agreed and left quickly with her head down.
Lex looked into the room, maintaining his smile: "May I come in?"
"No."
Harribel, who had changed her clothes, seemed to be going out. She wore a man's shirt and trousers, her long hair was tied up high, and then she put on a round felt hat.
Suddenly, she transformed into a delicate young man.
Lex shamelessly walked in: "Aren't you planning to have dinner at home?"
"What's the difference? Anyway, if I'm not here, you can eat more happily, can't you?" Harribel opened her shoe cabinet and rummaged for a pair of neutral shoes.
"I know, I left in too much of a hurry before and didn't say goodbye properly."
Lex sighed. During this time, he often recalled leaving the small town. He felt that although he planned to leave this family in the future, apart from Bison, the other family members didn't treat him as an outsider. Treating Harribel that way was indeed a bit excessive.
So this time back, he had thought about having a good talk with his sister.
"Regarding that, I'm very sorry. So you see, I've prepared a gift for you, and you'll definitely like it."
Lex placed the things he brought on the table: "You can open it and take a look."
Harribel slipped a shoe onto her smooth, fair little foot and glanced at Lex: "I'm not a child anymore. Don't try to coax me like Joe or Pasha. That trick won't work on me, my dear elder brother."
"Alright, I thought you'd like this court-style long dress. I heard it's very popular in Backlund recently, and I remember you're learning Spirit Dance. It would be great to dance in it."
Lex showed a helpless smile: "Anyway, I've left the gift here. You can open it whenever you want."
"Also, Harribel, I'm truly sorry about what happened last time. I just hope you know that as your brother, I also care about you very much."
"So can you tell me where you're going? Which boy are you going to see? Perhaps you can introduce him to me, and I can help you vet him."
Harribel rolled her eyes at him: "Oh my god, Lex, how old are you? You're already as autocratic as Dad."
"My friends don't need you to vet them for me."
She huffily walked out of the room and loudly said, "When you leave, please close the door for me."
The blonde Miss, who said this, unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth slightly and then quickly departed.
"Autocratic?"
"I'm just fulfilling a big brother's responsibility. To say that is really too much." Lex smiled and left his sister's room.
After dinner, using the excuse of a walk, Lex came alone to Whitestone Beach. The beach at dawn was empty. Lex found a relatively secluded corner, preparing to try out several ideas for the Pyromaniac's abilities.
Before starting, he took out a coin and divined whether there was anyone nearby. After getting the answer 'no,' Lex confidently let a crimson mass rise from his palm.
He first used this flame to transform into a whip, a long sword, a spear, and a fire raven, among other forms. After a 'warm-up,' he then tried to use meditation to outline the modern weapons he knew from his previous life in his mind.
The flame in his hand twisted, gradually changing shape. When it stabilized, an automatic pistol constructed of flame appeared in Lex's hand.
"It really works."
Lex laughed heartily and tried to fire. From this flame pistol, a continuous stream of bullets, also constructed from flame, shot out.
These crimson bullets hit the reef, not only creating bullet holes but also causing small-scale, low-yield explosions.
After a round of shooting, that reef was shattered by Lex.
Examining the 'automatic pistol' in his hand, Lex made a simple assessment: "Indeed, a Pyromaniac can give flames different forms, and the forms that can be given are influenced by the user's own knowledge."
"The individual weapons people of this era can see are mostly cold weapons. But I have 'knowledge' from before my Transmigration, which is why I can construct forms like an automatic pistol."
"Furthermore, the pistol constructed possesses the characteristics of an automatic pistol, such as its ammunition capacity and rate of fire, and the bullets explode like fireballs upon hitting the target."
"It seems that the characteristics of the materialized weapons should come from my own knowledge and have little to do with the potion."
"In that case, if I materialize an individual anti-tank missile or a shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile, would they also possess the corresponding characteristics?"
Lex gradually became excited: "If I can really do that, then I can only think of one sentence."
"Art is an explosion!"