"Newspaper, huh."

Ogre looked with interest at the newspaper in Maggie's hand.

The Dandelion Daily is an affiliate of the Church of Truth.

It covers events from all over the world, making it one of the few efficient information channels for ordinary people.

Of course, the events reported are reliable but not necessarily valuable—relying on the daily for first-hand news is a bit much to ask of the Church of Truth.

"Just put it aside." Mima smiled and pointed to the side.

"Geling, about that..." Macal blushed slightly.

"Ahem." Mima coughed, interrupting what Macal was about to say.

Confessions are meant for after confirming a relationship; using them randomly might just ruin everything.

Can't he wait a bit longer?

"I'll go get a package, it'll be easier to carry books later..." Ultimately, under Mima's indication, Macal didn't dare to speak his mind.

He stuffed the necklace back into his pocket and left his seat.

Ogre: "?"

Was it necessary to mention this to me?

"Geling, I'll braid your hair later, and oh, I prepared a thick cloak and a scarf for you..." Maggie put down the newspaper and took a scarf and cloak from the rack.

"A scarf and cloak, huh..."

Ogre realized this could indeed conceal his identity, at least not as conspicuous as a mask.

Maggie took out a cloak with a furry hood, white on the outside and blue on the inside.

In the approaching winter with dropping temperatures, it didn't seem particularly strange.

The scarf was similar in style.

With these two items on, most of his face was covered, and with a change of hairstyle, he indeed looked much more low-key than now.

Stolen novel; please report.

As long as he didn't show his face, no matter how strange the outfit, it was low-key for Ogre.

"After all, it's just a trip outside, there shouldn't be any trouble—hmm... even if there is, it's Macal's problem." Ogre nodded at Maggie, indicating he was satisfied.

"I also prepared new clothes for you, it's getting cold, so take care." Mima prepared new warm stockings for Ogre.

She thought no girl could resist this style.

"The weather, it changes to cold just like that." Maggie hung the scarf back.

Ogre was still eating, and that was for when they went out.

"Alright..." Ogre nodded absentmindedly, then looked at the burning fireplace.

"So, it's gotten much colder..."

Since inheriting the Ogre Physique, Ogre's sensitivity to temperature changes had diminished day by day.

A temperature difference of over ten degrees felt like just a few degrees to him—even ordinary flames didn't affect him much.

Consuming the Lightning Eel only enhanced Ogre's sensitivity to pain, not temperature.

"My skin is gradually becoming tough and sealed..." Ogre could feel the Ogre skin's enhancement increasing with time.

The acquired abilities weren't static.

Except for super vision, all of Ogre's current abilities would improve slightly with training and adaptation.

Especially the resistance improvements from the Ogre Physique.

After all, it was the longest-digested and most influential ability on Ogre.

"Yes, it's getting colder, and who knows if this cold wave will be worse than before." Mima said with some concern.

"Don't worry, the church is here." Maggie, being a knight, was definitely more robust than Mima.

So she never felt the cold waves as deeply as Mima did.

"Geling, Aunt Mima." Macal came down the stairs with a large satchel.

His outfit seemed lighter than everyone else's.

Ogre looked at Macal, unfazed by the cold wind, and felt a bit sentimental—when the cold waves came, his father would always try to find warm furs and enough fuel to keep the fire going through winter to protect him from freezing.

The eve of the cold wave was also when his father was busiest.

All for the weak human Ogre, as the cold was nothing to an Ogre's physique.

"This might be the side effect of increased cold and heat resistance—making me less and less human..."

Not just Ogres, in fact, most powerful beings' adaptation to the environment was inversely proportional to their sensitivity.

Like dragons.

The world is never fair...

Facing a cold wave, a dragon only needs to sleep, while weaker creatures have to fight for survival.

To a dragon, a cold wave is just an ordinary dream... it probably will never understand the struggles of lower creatures during a cold wave.

Of course, it doesn't need to.

"Do you need such a big bag?" Mima didn't expect Macal to bring down the largest bag.

If you knew he was going to buy books, if not, you'd think he was moving.

"Is there a problem?" Macal asked, puzzled.

Isn't bigger better?

He bought this new model from a shop—in a boy's simple view, gear is often better when it's bigger and more.

Actually, Ogre also thought carrying a big bag was good, more books could be packed.

If someone was willing to carry such a big bag when going out, Ogre would be delighted.

This thing looked like it could hold a lot—could bring back many resources.

"Alright..." Ogre nodded and smiled.

This gave Macal confidence: "See, Miss Geling likes it."

"Sigh... brother."

Maggie really wanted to cover her face, she felt her brother was hopeless—come on, are you really just going to buy books?

Who goes on a date with such a big thing?

But since Ogre nodded, she couldn't say much, just thought the girl was being considerate.

Mima opened her mouth but eventually closed it.

She realized some people are single for a reason.

"Why is everyone silent, come on, Miss Geling, let me peel an egg for you." Macal, oblivious, put down his big backpack and stepped forward to pick up a bird egg.

Looking at the conversation-ending cousin Macal, Maggie sighed in her heart, she used to think her brother was single because he had high standards, now she realized.

It might not just be about standards.

"By the way, Geling, what skincare do you use? Your skin looks great, is it milk?" With no topic, she had to find one.

Ogre: "..."

'I've been playing mute, why bother me.'

Ogre looked at Maggie, who was looking for trouble, feeling a bit tired.

"No..."

He shook his head, indicating he didn't use anything for skincare.

"No, use..."

Ogre found himself somewhat unable to adapt to the endless chatter of girls...

Seems like fighting suits him better.

"Ah? Natural." Maggie expressed her envy.

"Here, Geling." Macal handed over a peeled bird egg.

"Thanks..." Ogre smiled and accepted it.

Hmm, food is more practical.