"Asker, what laws can the Titan bloodline condense?" asked Sidlifa.
"Frost can condense into 'Famine', which is one of the super-superior laws." Ask replied, "Thunder can condense into 'Natural Disaster', Antiquity can condense into 'Secret', and Giants can condense into 'Crush' and 'Majestic'."
"So my best target is 'Don't Starve'?" Sidlifa said excitedly.
"No." Ask pondered, "I recommend you choose 'Extinction'. It is a compound law condensed from 'Frost' and 'Ancient'."
"Extinction? It sounds a bit strange." Sidlifa was a little confused. "Is 'Extinction' more serious than 'Famine'?"
"That's not the case." Ask explained, "In terms of strength alone, 'Famine', one of the four super-superior, is undoubtedly better than 'Extinction'."
"However, choosing a law does not mean you have to choose the strongest one. You should choose the one that suits you. The 'Famine' law is similar to the 'Plague' law. It is a rather strange and changeable law that requires a flexible mind to work. 'Extinction' is a simple and direct mindless strong law. With one axe, all the great ways are destroyed. Relatively speaking, it is more suitable for your own fighting style."
"Oh." Sidlifa bit her finger, revealing a somewhat tangled expression. "Although you recommended me to choose 'Extinction', 'Famine' sounds very strong as well. After all, it is one of the four super superior laws. And my mind is definitely flexible enough. It would be a pity to give up without giving it a try..."
"It's up to you to decide which one you want to choose." Ask said, "Oh, by the way, I heard that condensing the law of famine will turn your hair green."
"I choose 'extinction'." Sidlifa said seriously.
The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but the Vikings' ancestral white hair cannot be lost. What's the matter with a head of green hair? Is it a green-haired turtle? And the word "green head" sounds a bit weird...
"Asker?" Nora came over and asked, "Have you finished your chat? I have something to talk to you about."
"What's going on?" Ask asked.
Nora didn't answer, but just grabbed his arm and said to Sidlifa with a smile:
"Well, I'll borrow it first, Captain. If you have anything else, you can find him later."
Fire Island, Second Floor, Study.
When Ask walked into the study, he saw Medea had gotten a pair of red-framed glasses from somewhere and put them on her high nose. Her red hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head. She assumed the majestic posture of a judge and looked at him solemnly from behind the desk.
Sheila sat on her left, flipping through her notes with one hand on her chin. Nora quickly came to her right and sat down, crossing her fingers on the table, looking at him with a smile, as if saying:
Leniency to those who confess; severity to those who resist.
"What's wrong with you?" Ask asked, knowing something was wrong.
"Prosecutor Nora, do you have any accusations to make?" Medea signaled that she could speak.
Nora immediately said, "Just recently, an informant reported to me that our leader died inexplicably one night not long ago, and it almost drove Peggy crazy, which caused her to accidentally condense the law of death."