Chapter 2523: Rustling Down (18)

"I am a mage," Raven said very straightforwardly.

"No, my meaning is, was that magic just now?" Killer Croc gestured with his claws.

"That's telekinesis, which can also be considered one of my abilities. It's currently the ability I control best," Raven sighed lightly, turned around, sat back, and continued to watch TV.

Killer Croc's eyes lit up, and he said, "Can this kind of ability be learned? Can I learn telekinesis?"

"You can't," Raven continued to answer coldly. "This is a bloodline ability. Unless your father is also a great demon, otherwise you can't."

"I don't know who my father is, anyway it won't be a crocodile," Killer Croc shrugged and said.

At this time, Raven was suddenly stunned. She stood up again, turned back, and examined Killer Croc carefully, saying, "Do you mean your parents are both humans, but you grew up like this?"

Killer Croc nodded.

"Atavistic bloodline?" Raven said thoughtfully. "Atavistic bloodline usually doesn't only have changes in appearance. Do you think you have any difference from ordinary people?"

"Is it considered that I have great strength? I rarely feel tired and can persist for a long time without eating much."

Raven shook her head and said, "It must be more than that. Animal-type atavistic bloodlines usually come from the blessings of animal gods in ancient times. The Goddess Azar told me that in the era when humans still needed the protection of various gods, many beast gods bestowed blessings on powerful warriors in the tribe."

"These warriors would possess partial appearances of beasts, or even be able to transform directly into beasts. They would possess powerful strength and some magic of beast gods, leading the tribe to defeat the wilderness and continue the bloodline."

"However, the reproduction speed of humans is too fast, and generation after generation has diluted this precious bloodline, so it is basically not seen now. But there will also be some lucky ones who suddenly awaken the atavistic bloodline."

"Do you mean I can also have magic?"

"If you are an owner of this type of atavistic bloodline, you should have some magic. As for why you don't, I don't know very well. If the High Priestess were here, she might be able to see it."

Raven thought Killer Croc would be relatively frustrated. After all, he seemed very interested in magic. But this big guy wasn't discouraged at all. He said, "It doesn't matter if I don't have it. Isn't it enough if you have it? Are you looking for a job recently?"

"Someone gave me a job," Raven answered truthfully. "Go to the bookstore to be a porter."

"That's right!" Killer Croc snapped his fingers and said, "It's just a porter. You are simply too suitable to be a porter."

Then he rubbed his two huge claws and even said somewhat coyly, "That... I also want to open a moving company, only a little money short to rent a storefront. But I am a bit delayed by moving alone. Look..."

"I can work anywhere, but I have already promised them," Raven said. "And I am very dangerous, with huge energy in my body, and may explode at any time."

"Explode?" Killer Croc thought about it and said, "I have a friend who is also very good at explosions. I happen to be going to eat with him after I finish my work this afternoon. Why don't you try it this afternoon?"

Raven said, "I'll make a phone call first."

Raven called the Forgotten Bookstore, but it was morning now, and the coffee shop downstairs must be very busy, so neither Constantine nor Zatanna answered the phone.

Although it was said to be working in the bookstore, neither of them said when to start. She felt that this house was very good and she could watch TV. It would be quite bad if she couldn't pay the rent and had to move out.

Raven thought about it and said, "I work for you, will you pay wages?"

"Of course, but the premise is that you must be able to move at least half of the things, and be stable and fast. You must not break things, and you must not talk nonsense. I can give you half of the money."

Raven nodded and said, "Then I can try."

After speaking, she reached out, and the furniture that hadn't been moved at the door all floated up, passed through the first floor of the house steadily, arrived at the backyard, and landed on the ground in an orderly manner, and was sorted by size and color.

Killer Croc was even happier. He moved these big pieces himself, and he had to make a few trips for a few pieces. He wasn't easily tired, not that he wouldn't be tired. Moving for a whole day like this would also make his back ache.

More importantly, it was too slow. He could only move two houses a day at most. If he worked overtime, he could move three houses at most. But with this little girl, I am afraid she could move a house in one hour. Even counting the distance, he could move more than ten houses a day.

As for whether the process would be a bit fantasy, Cat Getan people didn't care about this. It could even be said that not contacting furniture at all to move was a selling point. Before, there were employers who worried about whether his scales would scratch expensive furniture. This completely solved this problem.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, right? As a welcome gift for joining, I can make a big meal for you, but I might have to borrow the kitchen here. I'll call the Professor to ask."

Shiler was gnawing on a sandwich during the break. When Killer Croc called to say he wanted to borrow the kitchen of his new house to make breakfast for himself and Raven, he seriously considered whether to fly back directly to eat the ready-made one.

But because there were some things in the new classroom that needed to be adjusted, and there were several students adjusting the wall decorations and bulletin boards, he had to stare at it to prevent some smart alecks from tampering with the class schedule. Finally, he sighed and had to give up.

Killer Croc was showing off his cooking skills in the kitchen of the new house. Although from the size of the area and furniture, the original manor kitchen was more suitable for him, after all, the new house had many modern kitchen utensils, pots, pans, and ovens, and his craftsmanship had a place to be used.

What he made was basically home-cooked dishes for the bottom-level people in Cat Getan: stewed fish, toasted bread, cream cheese stewed everything, and then a lot of chili. Soon, a strong fragrance permeated around the house.

The taste of Cat Getan local cuisine was rich and spicy. Laborers at the bottom who did heavy physical labor needed seasonings with a lot of calories and rich protein. As long as these two were combined, it was a dish.

Thinking about it, Raven ate relatively light meals in Azarath, which could be said to be life-sustaining meals. She was quickly attracted by this strong fragrance and couldn't even watch TV.

She sat next to the island in the kitchen and kept sniffing. As one dish after another was served, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

"Come on," Killer Croc washed everything, washed his hands, took the largest plate for himself, and swallowed a large piece of bread in one bite.

Raven stared at his throat curiously. She knew that crocodiles swallowed everything raw and couldn't chew. What about crocodile people? If they couldn't chew, wouldn't they be unable to taste the flavor?

But Killer Croc seemed to have answered this question many times. He said, "There is a row of real teeth similar to humans behind my teeth, hidden under the tongue, which can be used for chewing, but it is more laborious than normal people, so I just chew it a few times and swallow it."

"It may be because my tongue is relatively long, and the taste cells are richer than humans. In fact, I can taste more flavors than you. And because I don't sweat, I like to eat chili very much. That feeling is too exciting."

Raven tore a small piece of bread and dipped it in the cream soup in front of her. This soup obviously contained a lot of cream cheese. As soon as it entered the mouth, the milky fragrance was nose-piercing, and the bread was also very chewy.

Raven had always had no worldly desires and had no special desire for food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Just living was enough, but she had to admit that this kind of food was better.

The two finished breakfast at the fastest speed. Killer Croc washed the plates, put the plates into the dishwasher to wash again, cleaned the kitchen, wiped the water on the ground, and the two were ready to set off.

It wasn't until she got on the moving van that Raven reacted. Since Shiler came, the energy that was restless in her body seemed to have calmed down a lot. Does this professor have anything special?

The car soon drove to the first employer's house. This was clearly Killer Croc's old employer, and he was very familiar with him. The two hugged. Killer Croc introduced to the employer, "This is the cousin of my distant relative, a bit strange like me, but it doesn't delay work. You just watch."

Killer Croc gave an order, and Raven raised her hand. This time it wasn't one or two pieces of furniture. All the furniture to be moved floated into the air, arranged according to size, and floated into the moving van one by one.

The employer was clearly surprised. Killer Croc was explaining to him whether this was magic or telekinesis, but the effect was indeed good.

No matter how good a moving company is, it has to rely on people to move. And as long as people move furniture, it is inevitable that there will be wear and tear. After all, you have to pick it up, carry it, and put it down, and it will shake for a long time in the car, so bumps are inevitable.

But this method gives people a sense of security. Although it still has to shake in the car, at least it reduces the bumps of picking up and putting down, especially for some electronic products with screens that are popular now, such as plasma large TVs. The most worrying thing is to knock the screen when picking up and putting down. If telekinesis is used, there is no such problem at all.

Killer Croc clearly discovered this point too. He knew that if this was the case, their moving company could completely take the high-end route, specializing in moving those expensive TVs, computers, and large screens. The moving fee for these things is very high. If they could receive a big order from a company, they would make a fortune.

However, it is not very good to just rely on this little girl. People will always be tired. If there were more mages like this who could do this job, it would be great. They don't know how profitable this is.

Killer Croc complained to Raven on the road while thinking, "People always look down on similar physical labor, thinking that it doesn't take effort and doesn't make money, and it's something that people at the bottom will do. But in fact, the money I earn now is higher than those white-collar workers who have been cut in salary in those big buildings."

"This kind of heavy physical labor that directly meets customers is easy to get tips. If you meet a generous employer, a tip is enough for me to eat for several days. They even look down on it, hum hum."

Soon the car arrived at the place. After unloading the goods, they settled the bill. Raven took a surprised look at the banknotes Killer Croc was holding. He only ran this trip, and he earned 30 US dollars.

If he ran two trips a day, he could earn 60. If he could earn nearly 2,000 a month without wind and rain, this was still excluding tips. Even if necessary expenses such as vehicle maintenance and gas money were deducted, the net profit was nearly 2,000.

Before the second Great Depression, a hamburger at McDonald's only cost 60 cents. Buying a set meal would be cheaper. Although prices have risen now, such a strong man wouldn't spend five dollars even if he ate until he was full. Even if he ate three meals a day like this, he could save more than a thousand dollars a month.

Now Raven knew why he wanted to open a moving company. ===== CHAPTER 2524 =====