Three o'clock in the afternoon, Sky City, Cecil Laboratory, Third Assembly Department.
The Mechatron body stood in the center of the workshop, and the researchers were instructing to paint its armor with a layer of gold that represented good luck. At the other end of the workshop was a feather assembly that had just been completed. A dozen gangsters stood in front of this feather that could crush them, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot. The Seventh Knight on the side was holding a fairy tale book with a pure white smile, and there was a whistling wind beside her.
"Mr. John, please concentrate~" Orianna smiled sweetly, "The power of blessing and luck is often strongly related to sincere kindness towards others. Think of the fairy tales you read when you were a child, and let your heart be filled with truth, goodness and beauty!"
"..." John Garcia didn't say a word, and there was a hint of collapse in his composure. Behind him, Huang Qi said painfully: "Please spare my brothers. We have all been doing the job of licking blood for so many years, and now we are changing careers to be security guards, not preschool teachers!"
"That's right!" "Do you want to be a hero?" "This is so embarrassing..." A group of gangsters wailed. Orianna encouraged seriously: "Please adjust yourself. Just imagine how satisfying it is to be able to help others with the power of luck! If everyone can help each other, our society will be better." How wonderful!"
"Hoo Chi, Ho Chi, that's right." Mo Yuankai panted, "Think about friendship and mutual help!"
The former gangsters covered their eyes and screamed, looking like a pitiful group of people who were blinded by the bright light. John's eyes twitched twice. "...I will try my best." He pointed at Mo Yuankai with a low voice, "Only if you call him out first."
The tipster is jumping rope. At this moment, he was sweating profusely, and the layers of fat were rising and falling at a tragic speed, causing the sympathetic bystanders to look away. The semi-automatic rope skipping machine produced by Sky City allows someone to perform a miserable and strenuous exercise without endangering their health. The scene can be described as tragic.
Mo Yuankai took advantage of the slope and said pitifully: "Orianna, can I take a rest first..."
The seventh knight turned around, and the surrounding momentum suddenly changed, exuding a coldness that made the underworld tremble: "Is this the perseverance of the hero of the sky? It's too decadent to use it to chop pork!"
"ah!"
The speed of the rope skipping increased by half, and Mo Yuankai's screams echoed throughout the assembly plant. Badman glanced at him in the distance and took a breath: "Did Mo Yuankai make his last move?"
"He is a tough guy." Rei Shigure sighed, and he handed Badman a stack of documents. "Confirm the list of members of the Kingdom faction of Deathwing four years ago."
"Kroll, James, Fliss...that's right..." Badman flipped through the pages, his hand speed getting slower and slower. He looked carefully at the records in the second half of the document and took off his sunglasses.
"That's a bit outrageous, man. I know your abilities are awesome, but you can even find out when and where they reported four years ago?" Badman patted the document, "How the hell are you doing it? Is there any report content?***!"
"It's not important information. I can complete it with some small transactions." Shigure Reiichi said. In fact, he could directly find out the hidden people within the kingdom, but he didn't want to pay such a high price.
In Superbia, more professional people will do it for him.
·
On the other side of the world, it was just early morning in the royal capital of Superbia.
Loninlus Reclu stood in front of a severely damaged armor, slowly stroking the former holy fire with his wrinkled hands. Knight Gaffrey stood beside the old mage, his eyes full of nostalgia and longing.
[In view of the general environment,
"When I first got up from the hospital bed four years ago, I couldn't help but fantasize. I imagined that the sacred flame had never been damaged, and that my old friend would still wear it and lead us to overcome all difficulties." Gaffrey said, "Every day At that time, I will come back here to take a look and let the reality wake me up from my fantasy.”
Roninlus' fingertips brushed the slash marks on the holy fire, and a light flashed in his eyes.
The old mage comforted: "His spirit will always be in our hearts. One day the armor will be repaired again, and then there will be new riders."
The sergeant took over his duties. "
"Yes, until the day the Seventh Knight and Mr. Mo come back."
Gaffrey shook hands with the mage vigorously, bowed and left. The resurrected mage now had a new staff. He used the wooden staff as a walking stick and walked through the white arches and corridors in the palace. Under the gaze of the guards, he walked into the room in the middle of the palace.
Queen Gray is resting in her office. Even if she is Her Majesty, she will not sit in that beautiful chair all day long. When she saw the old mage coming, she quickly stood up to greet him and helped the old man sit down.
"How are you feeling lately?"
"Fortunately, it's better than before." Loninlus said slowly, "I slept for almost four years and woke up in less than two weeks. I have to tell myself again and again that this is not a dream. Go eat, go Talk, read, do everything but don't lie down in bed... lest you fall asleep again."
Gray said with relief: "It's over, teacher. There won't be such a disaster again."
"You can't get rid of the fear deep in your heart." The old man shook his head and smiled, "You can no longer call me teacher, Your Majesty. You should call me Chief Mage. Now you are the Lord of Morton Kingdom."
"I'm not used to it either, Your Majesty the Chief Mage." Gray also smiled, very sadly, "I always thought that I would continue on the path of a mage and wait until ten years to be a lecturer in the academy. My interpersonal relationships There won’t be any changes. I will occasionally hold tea parties with the knights and listen to Criqui talk about interesting gossip that happened in the academy... just like those days."
"Time will always move forward until now becomes then." The old mage stroked his beard and no longer missed that day, but changed to a stern tone, "And your Majesty, now we have to talk about the current affairs. I I am extremely opposed to your visit to Hezhu at this time. Everyone knows that Gaius is going to take action, so if you go now, it is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth."
"But am I a little sheep?" Gray blinked, his eyes moving. The office suddenly turned into a vast ocean. The two of them were sitting on the deck, riding the wind and waves with the famous battleship "Wan Sheng" in the kingdom's history. Her world only expanded for a few seconds before being closed down. The entire process did not affect the area outside the office. Even though the old mage was well-informed, he couldn't help but nod secretly.
"Amazing levels of control, Your Majesty."
"I think I'm not bad among world-creating magicians." Gray said proudly.
"But discussions are different from actual combat!" The old man raised his voice, "The cross-sea highway project is just a small business and diplomatic card, and the Queen should not take risks for it."
"I know, please relax, Chief Mage." Gray comforted, "From the perspective of an impermanent law user, this matter is certainly dangerous. But from a politician's perspective, this is the safest and most important action. The most advantageous support. Gaius Optimis will never dare to let me encounter any danger in the United States, which will become the trigger of war. So not only will they not harm me, they will also send elite soldiers to protect me. ——In other words, restricting my actions——preventing the “accident” caused by me from providing an excuse for the Kingdom to formally intervene. "
The old mage thought deeply and said: "You plan to use this visit to involve Gaius's attention and the power at hand..."
"The Northern Continent is vast. If I go to visit the east, Knight Airandia can take the opportunity to make big moves elsewhere." Gray clasped his hands together, "What do you think, Mr. Mage?"
"Too impulsive, radical and risky!" The old mage blew his beard and glared. "I often tell your mother to dare to make decisions. Now I want to tell you to learn from your mother and don't be too impulsive. I have a better one. It’s my idea to invite everyone to visit the kingdom! This way, their creation will also follow, making it safer!”
"You see, this is the genius of Gaius. He blocked all these things with his puppet president. He doesn't need to protect Klein at all. If anything happens to the president, he will immediately declare the country to enter the country. In a wartime situation, he temporarily took over the position of president." Gray pouted, "He also saved the effort of an election."
"That bastard Hezhong who deserves to have his beard gnawed by a sheep!" Roninlus scolded.
Roninlus cursed everyone in front of the queen for a long time, then left the palace and returned to his museum. he
Sitting in the messy office again, he dug out an old telephone from the junk pile. It was a secret device once used by royal spies.
For a psychic who is good at manipulating thoughts and illusions, it is never difficult to sneak out a gadget from under the noses of spies.
Roninlus took out a piece of paper from his robe pocket, which was what Knight Gaffrey had given him when shaking hands earlier. It contained the results of Shigure Reiichi's investigation in the Sky City. The Resurrectionist glanced at the time when the contacts took place and tapped the old-fashioned telephone with his finger. A sneaky, ethereal creature floated out of the phone.
"Tell me your unmistakable memory." The Resurrection Master whispered, "Who spoke to you at 14:16 on August 14, 2007."
Lively tell the memories buried in the objects. Four years is a long time for humans, but too short for dead things. Everything is as clear as yesterday. The old mage asked the next question: "Next, August 10, 2007, 9:08..."
Human memory can be easily deleted, but traces of human actions will always be left in the world. The traces are on the floor, in the walls, in the phone, in the tip of the pen. Loningles sneered and took notes, one by one, the names were written out with his pen, and the black handwriting connected them like a spider web. It was a page of lists from four years ago, leading him to find those people who had stretched out their tentacles in the kingdom and interfered in the battle of agents in the Sky City. It was impossible for him to completely find out who was behind the scenes in one day, but he had the patience to figure it out slowly. The most important thing for the elderly is patience.
After Roninles finished taking notes, he opened the window and let the gloomy and humid air flow into the house. The Kingdom of Morton in the southern hemisphere is ushering in the end of winter. Today's weather is the sleet and snow that everyone in the kingdom hates. The damp cold air spreads along the unfrozen rain, and it almost gets into people's bones.
On the other side of the city, knight Raquel put away his umbrella, patted the snowflakes on his shoulders, and walked into the office on the third floor of No. 1 Eping Street. As always, he poured himself a glass of strong wine to warm himself up.
"Good morning, you two!" Raquel raised a glass to his colleagues, his friendly and calm smile reflected in the wine, "Is there any good news?"
Knight Akuiya held up a copy of today's morning newspaper and read the headline in her lively tone: "The East District water conservancy project was completed yesterday, and the local people have a positive attitude towards it... On the third day of the Baishi District Pioneer Art Exhibition, many This cutting-edge art exhibition based on members of the royal family demonstrates the patriotic enthusiasm of the people of the capital... The cross-sea highway project is about to be completed, and there is news that Queen Gray will visit Hezhong in the near future..."
"Sorry?" Knight Branagh asked in a low voice. This new member was a thin, dark-haired man with a melancholy temperament. "We have just started discussing the diplomatic visit. How did the newspaper get the news?"
"Get used to it, Branagh." Raquel sat at the table. "If you ask the Cabinet Secretary or the Interior Minister's driver, they will be able to explain the whole thing clearly to you."
"Oh, of course..." Branagh hesitated for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
"Because this is our kingdom, my friend~" Knight Akuya put down the newspaper. Her nails were painted the same light blue as her hair, which reminded Raquel of the lake in winter. "The newspapers are full of good news. They didn't say that there was a crazy dragon in the Blue Church area yesterday, and I went to arrest them myself."
Raquel took the newspaper and flipped through it: "It's much better than three years ago. Okay, knights, let's start today's work. The glorious Knights are now vacant, and the pressure is on your shoulders. "
"I also want to go on a mission together!" Knight Akuya clasped her hands, eyes shining with admiration, "I really want to see those two superpowers with my own eyes... I've been listening to them since I joined the company. s legend!"
"Don't, don't be so fond of fantasy, Knight Aquaia." Branagh whispered, "That is not a journey. Their mission will not be as easy as ours. They must be taking risks in the dragon's den and the tiger's den."
"You must go through life and death!"
"It's definitely dangerous."
Raquel tried to hold back her laughter as she recalled the behavior of her old friends, thinking that this was not necessarily the case.
·
long time
Later, in the southern part of the Northern Continent, over the Xuanci State.
When the people of the Kingdom were about to finish their work for the day, morning had just dawned in southern United States. The rising sun shone on the deck of the Morning Star, coating the brass-colored hull with a golden brilliance. Qiluo was lying on the small square table, recording the video with her mobile phone enthusiastically.
"Drink-!" "Too slow." "Haaah!" "Distracted." "Eaa-!" "You won't get stronger even if you change your name, just look at the punch." "Guwa-!"
On the deck under the sun, two energetic figures moved around. The gray-haired young man's movements were extremely fast, and his speed was completely beyond the capture range of conventional instruments. The black-haired girl's movements were slow and gentle. Every move she made was abnormal and beyond intuition. Although she was fast, she could notice others. See clearly with your eyes.
Qin Qianbai stepped forward and opened his palm, hitting Gongsun Ce right in the heart with the bottom of his palm, sending him flying backwards. After landing, Gongsun Ce turned his legs upside down and attacked the girl's upper body with a rain of kicks. Qin Qianbai didn't take a step back, and used his right arm to counterattack to intercept the young man's blow. He reached out lightly with his left hand, placed his fingertips on Gongsun Ce's ankle, and clasped down. There was a crisp "pop" sound, and Gongsun Ce fell solidly on his back, like a salted fish being thrown onto a chopping board.
"Ah!" Gongsun Ce screamed. Qiluo laughed while watching.
"Qiluo, you're still laughing! Look at her beating me and you're still laughing!"
"Every time Gongsun Ce is beaten, it has a comic effect."
Qin Qianbai, who was wearing training clothes, squatted down next to her boyfriend and poked him in the face.
"Look, look, I'm thinking of kicking again. I've told you so many times, don't use your legs until your lower body is trained."
"I don't need to pay so much attention to my super-powered fighting skills, which mainly rely on telekinesis to reproduce my white matter..."
Qin Qianbai's thrust doubled in strength: "If you don't even pay attention to the basic principles, don't even think about understanding the flow of power."
"Even if you say so, you don't understand anything you don't understand..." Gongsun Ce sighed sadly.
"It's really strange that Ace is obviously a melee idiot but can imitate advanced skills through impermanence."
"There's no fundamental difference between me writing a program to automate it and doing it myself."
Nearly two months have passed since he approached the eldest lady to open a small stove. No matter how the girl explained it, he could not understand what a warrior meant by "power". Now he can't rely on his physical body to perform the basic moves in Qin Mi Chuan. For those secret techniques that can only be mastered after advanced training, he can rely on the power of aura to reproduce them.
This was possible thanks to Agent Will's commanding guidance, which allowed Gongsun Ce to learn to use his mind to achieve the desired effect. As for the Spiral Gun Prison, the agent basically used his own tricks to help him localize and improve them, so he just had to learn them.
"Watch the video replay and correct the problem in time." The eldest lady said with a serious face, "Qiluo, please."
Qiluo ran over with her phone in hand, followed Qin Qianbai's example and squatted next to her boyfriend, rolled her eyes, put the phone behind her and hid it.
"It's not fair. Gongsun Ce has benefits for practicing melee combat. I also want to watch and kill him!"
"You perverted woman!" Gongsun Ce lamented, "How dare you bully the eldest lady when you are already a walking killer?"
Qin Qianbai curled up his fingers and gave someone a violent shudder. Qiluo smiled and pulled Gongsun Ce's white shirt: "I want ***, look at yours."
"Hey, if you want to see it so much, I'll let you see it. Mr. Gongsun has a strong figure no matter what!"
Gongsun Ce got up from the ground, took off his shirt, bulged up his muscles and made a posture like a bodybuilder: "How about it!"
"Gongsun Ce is actually quite eye-catching..." Qiluo's eyes were starry.
Gongsun Ce redoubled his efforts to pump up his muscles. Qin Qianbai glanced at him and said, "Heh."
"I'm so angry, don't laugh!"
Qin Qianbai took the phone and pointed at the video: "Look, here, here, here... a collection of mistakes that I can't bear to look at. Grandpa will laugh out loud when he sees it."
"Don't use your standards to measure me, okay..."
When Shigurei, who had just gotten up, came out of the cabin with a mess of hair on her head, she
What you see is a picture of two girls pointing and pointing at a shirtless person. When paired with the sunlight, it can be said that it is a kind of restoration of the beauty of ancient Hezhong sculptures. She stared blankly for three seconds and said, "The birth of Venus?"
"Can you say something nice?" Gongsun Ce was weak.
"You have a nice figure. Remember to take off your pants next time."
"Ah, I beg you, shut up!"
"Breakfast is ready, everyone. Today's course content is memetic thoughts and their application. This is what Ce and Ms. Shigure must master." Alandia walked out behind Shigure Rei. She glanced at Gongsun Ce and said, He reminded him seriously: "Also, pay attention to etiquette and policy."
"You guys are calling me a hooligan after I did a good morning exercise!" Gongsun Ce screamed.
The morning on the Daystar began with laughter.
