"Soul stability is 94, a very healthy value."
"There are no traces of source energy interference, confirming that the curse is not a curse."
"Soul compatibility is 160%, which is indeed a bit too much. It's already leaning towards the side of the horse race."
"There is no abnormality in the macro trajectory of fate, compared to what the horse racing girl said."
"But if you look at the microscopic examination, there is indeed a lot of unnecessary interference in horse racing."
"In other words, the problem has indeed been found, right?"
Omo looked at the examiner who was still wearing an iron can, and then looked at Miura Bourbon who was lying in the instrument not far away and being scanned.
The examiner was also watching him through the eyeholes of his helmet.
Many people who come to this purification department for examination, or take people for examination, inevitably show signs of anxiety and sadness under such circumstances.
However, this is not a problem for the members of the God Blessing Music Group. After all, they are a religious organization themselves and are very good at comforting believers and reassuring others.
But this time it seems that it is not needed.
This demon seemed to know and trust the God Blessing Sound Class very well, and there was no worry in his eyes.
The knight nodded slightly: "Yes, but please wait for the specific fate analysis later. I don't think the little brother wants to remove all those interferences, right?"
He said, adding another explanation:
"Some interference is a kind of experience in itself, and the act of overcoming it can get quite generous rewards."
"It means a lot to the trainers, too."
Omer nodded slightly.
"Just cut off the fate line related to electrical interference. Only that line of interference seriously hinders daily life."
"Understood," the knight nodded. "The horse racing girl can be dealt with within ten minutes. Before that, please sign a few contracts about fate manipulation."
"OK."
"But what about payment?"
"I thought you had forgotten this question, little brother. After all, from the conversation you had with Johns and Bai just now, you seemed like the first person to ask this question."
"If it were me, this would be the case."
Omo said, turning to look at Ma Niang who was being scanned back and forth by the holy light in the distance: "But this is not a problem with me, but a child who has been troubled by this curse since he was a child."
The horse girl's ears in the distance moved slightly, but she followed Miss Angel's instructions and stayed still.
In front of Omo, standing in front of the printer, there was a little laughter from the tin can.
"Child..." He chewed on Homa's name for Bourbon and pointed at him with the eyeholes of his helmet.
"You look young."
Omer nodded: "19 years old."
"But for a moment just now, I thought you were the child's guardian."
"The souls of horse racing in other worlds will only choose pure humans." Omo said, taking a few orders and marking his name.
It's quite satisfactory, but a little unnatural... The knight who looked at the signature thought so and took the order.
"That's true, then I will prepare for the numerology surgery," he said, waving towards the two priests he just mentioned, "I won't disturb you to continue the discussion."
After saying that, he turned around and walked over there.
At the same time, he pulled out a white-gold dagger from his waist.
The sword had a glow that made Omer feel extremely uncomfortable, causing him to glance at the screen while frowning.
The Witchmon, which had appeared for two minutes just now, has disappeared, and Morrison is hiding behind the icon of the Hall of Return app.
It's very strong. That restraint against darkness is probably a sacred weapon.
However, as a decent horse racing girl in the energy cultivation category, Bourbon is not allergic to that kind of 'scalpel'. It would be hard to say if she were in a teahouse.
"Every time he gets to this point, he can't control his nervousness. He actually pulls out the sword in front of you..." The so-called 'Bai', whose full name is Bai Linli, is obviously a Dongyan native, and he is also the one who put it aside. "the only thing I know for real", which is the guy from Metal Gear Solid Sam BGM.
She was complaining because she noticed his frown:
"The Holy Sword, which can control destiny, takes quite a lot of energy to use, and it also puts a lot of pressure on him."
And the priest named Johns, with the mechanical flail, is a guy who plays Dante's character music.
I had never taken my eyes away from Omo's demonic appearance before. Now he is complaining: "But usually, we have to appease the family members who witnessed him drawing the sword first."
"Everyone uses magic weapons to interfere and cut fate, but he uses the holy sword, so it can be called surgery."
"I think it should not be difficult for the patients and patients' families of the attending doctor to accept such a knight who is covered in heavy armor and carries a giant sword on his back, and has a scripture hanging on his body... It should not be difficult to accept the doctor taking out a dagger." Omo said softly. Make complaints.
"Yes, don't Dao Sect also use magical swords?" Bai Lin immediately agreed, and then knocked on the table to urge, "But Old John, you haven't drafted the treaty yet?"
"Okay, okay, take a look." Johns pushed his public mode light screen over.
[Commission: Awakening Behemoth
Commissioning Group: All members of Group C of the Purification Section of God’s Blessing Music Class
Assist Team C of the Purification Section of the God's Blessing Sound Class, and work with the consultants to awaken Behemoth,
Commission level: c]
"You two organized that show at Behemoth with them?"
Omer turned to look at the three angels standing and the knight with his sword drawn in the heavy light array maintained by those three.
"Of course, this is preparation in advance for the art show at the end of the year. We are rushing to win the first prize!" Bai Linli clenched his fist confidently.
Art performance... Omer was thinking about this overly localized unit event.
What kind of performance requires Behemoth? Are you going to perform God's seven days of creation?
Johns is also full of expectations: "Yes, the goal is to produce a short film. We also specially invited a director to recreate the Book of Creation!"
Oh, Niubi...
If the performance fails, will some angel call RNM to refund the money?
Omo had a subtle feeling in his mind, thinking that Behemoth might be the first to cause trouble.
After all, she is the creation of Lao Ye or Lao Ya. She may start a war and trample her first when she sees a bad movie telling the story of her master.
Just in case, he still asked:
"Which director did you hire? Is he famous?"
"It's definitely famous!" Bai Linli became even more excited, raising his head and chest, and the cross on the chest of his priest's uniform was stretched out. "Microfilms don't need big directors, so I specifically contacted people with similar shooting experience."
"So, who is it?"
"Nian Guo!"
"..."
"The one who is one of the shareholders of the Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Company!"
"..."
Omo, who continued to remain silent, could learn about that person's bad deeds from the Rhodes Island forum, even if his memory of the other world was not comprehensive.
"You said she has shooting experience? Which part? Pinching giant beasts?"
"All of them! She once invited the fellow time-travelers in the gospel class, Rutland, to perform a production of "Genesis, But There's a Lynx Next to It"!"
"..."
Omo was silent again. At this moment, he was like an early doctor in another world's memory, and could only send out a few clicks.
He was deep in thought.
Thinking about the angels in Lateran...why they were willing to do such a thing.
Oh, they are all fun people...
Omer, who felt that his spiritual will was about to return to the universe, asked in a painful voice that was almost groaning:
"Have you seen that video?"
“We saw it, but we didn’t understand it, but we were shocked!”
"and you…"
“So we want our colleagues to feel the shock too!”
"..."
Should these people do a soul scan themselves?
