The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 48 Arrangement of 008

Aiwen, who was a little entangled because of Mrs. Sharon's early return, was hesitating whether to give himself a hard time when he went to see the emperor on the spot.

Ince Zangwill, who was located in the villa by the Hoy River in the North District, was far more uncomfortable than he was at the moment.

Just now, when he started to arrange the fate of Evan Stimson, the quill pen, which had never been seen abnormally, came out on the spot, stood upright on the notebook in a strange way, and began to write.

"Alvin Stinson has an unknown mysterious power, which makes him not easy to be watched by high-ranking beings. If someone tries to forcibly influence and distort his fate, it will cause a stress reaction of unknown power contained in him , so that the other party can look directly at... the place where humans originated among the stars... Terra!"

"There are... ancient and mottled palace complexes, eternal astronomical torches and golden thrones, and endless warships... armies... angels... court of justice... empires..."

"And... He, is watching me!"

"He is... He is..."

The quill, which was originally writing smoothly, suddenly began to speak nonsense like a jammed record player.

It seems that there is some kind of powerful unknown force that prevents it from writing the next phrase on paper for circulation. It can only write the same phrase in the notebook repeatedly in vain.

But only a moment later, the jammed quill suddenly trembled as if it was directly penetrated by a high-voltage current, and the feathers on both sides of the pen were forked and all stood upright.

Immediately afterwards, writing quickly with a trembling pen tip:

"The incomparable brilliance soaked every feather, what a blasphemy to pry on irreverently!"

Just after it wrote such a passage, the handwriting on the notebook became more and more scribbled and fanatical:

"O great [BLACKED], Eternal [BLACKED], omnipotent [BLACKED], lord of mankind!"

"Please accept the loyalty offered by your humble servant!"

"Ah, what a... loyalty!"

"Loyalty loyal loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty..."

"008 is crazy?!"

In front of the desk, the stunned Ince Zangwill was trembling all over, staring blankly at the quill pen crazily writing on the notebook.

Its strength was so great and its behavior was so frenzied that it even tore through several layers of paper on the notebook.

If he continued to write like this, he didn't even have any doubt that the fragile nib would be completely broken.

"Damn it, what did it see?!"

As early as when 008 was writing by himself, Ince Zangwill, who felt that something was wrong, was hesitant to stop it.

It's just that forcibly interrupting the other party's arrangement, or repeatedly changing the story written by it, may lead to its further activation.

And waited until the words "Stars" appeared on the notebook, Ince Zangwill finally couldn't help but tremble in his liver.

"Damn... this is what you can arrange?!"

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his right hand wrapped in darkness without hesitation, and forcibly held the quill that was still writing crazily, no matter how hard he struggled, he would never let go.

After a long time, the quill slowly calmed down. The originally smooth and upright feathers drooped on both sides of the pen holder, as weak as eggplants beaten by frost.

Looking at the weak quill in his hand, Ince Zangwill suddenly felt distressed. After all, 008 was the treasure he obtained at great risk, and it was also the reliance on which he would rely on for promotion in the future.

"Damn Alvin Stimson! Inglourious bastard! Damn..."

In front of the desk, the layout was disrupted again and again, and Ince Zangwill finally couldn't maintain himself. He had an elegant and majestic image in a high position for a long time, and cursed like a rascal in the market.

As soon as the words fell, the originally limp quill seemed to have received some kind of signal, and jumped onto the paper again with a whoosh.

And under Ince Zangwill's stunned gaze, he wrote at a very fast speed:
"It was a romantic night under the crimson moon..." (cross out)

"It was an ordinary night, Mrs. Sharon, who was unable to vent due to the madness accumulated by potions, hurried home and ran into the great [blacked out] heir, Ivan Sting, in her bedroom. Mori."

"This poor and humble witch, when she saw the handsome and mighty face of the great son for the first time, she had a subtle feeling in her heart."

"Yes, the despicable witch, attracted by the charm of the great son, she repeatedly experienced the subtle feeling deep in her heart, and gradually became disturbed and confused..."

Outside the gate of the villa, wearing a black gauze dress, mature and pure coexist, the charming Mrs. Xuelun pushed open the concealed gate, wondering why her maid didn't lock the door so late.

The eyes that flickered like a deer suddenly narrowed slightly, seeing the maid herself who was sleeping soundly lying in the middle of the living room, then without hesitation stepped forward, turned around and walked along the stairs to the second floor.

When she came to the door of the bedroom, she paused slightly and saw that the threads on the handle were not spiritually lustrous, and the silk threads that were too small to be observed by the naked eye were all broken.

Then there was a playful look on his face, and he raised his hand and opened the door of his bedroom.

Finally, in the room covered with crimson hazy veil, a young man in a formal suit and a wide-brimmed jazz hat, with an ugly doll stuffed in the coat pocket where the handkerchief should have been stacked, Sitting in front of the giant drawing board, he was carefully correcting the unfinished paintings on it.

Seeing this, Sharon walked into the room with light steps, closed the door lightly, and walked slowly behind the other party, as if facing an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time, and said with a smile:
"You said... Should I call you the youngest inventor in Tingen City, or the thief who broke into other people's boudoir at night?"

"If you like, you can do it!" Aiwen stopped the arm that was quickly sketched on the drawing board, dropped the brush and turned around calmly and said:

"If you don't mind, I think we can go a step further, such as...partners, or even like-minded friends."

Staring at the breathtaking beauty in front of her, her curvy figure, her slender waist like a water snake, she felt the charming breath from each other's frowns and smiles.

For a moment, Ai Wen actually had an illusion that men can be so beautiful.

However, after a while, he broke away from the weird feeling and turned his attention to the matter of guiding the cooperation between the two parties.

After all, if a Transcendent who is good at communication, has an amazing appearance advantage, and has good combat effectiveness, if he can become his own help, then he will not be in the position of being one-way transparent in the face of various churches and Transcendent organizations. embarrassing situation.

Just like on the battlefield, if intelligence is not obtained in advance and a reconnaissance team is not sent out, then the Astartes, who are as strong as wearing Terminator power armor, will be easily killed by the enemy.

This was also the fundamental reason why he didn't attack Madam Sharon on the spot the moment Madam Sharon entered the door, or directly confronted the Emperor and killed her on the spot with powerful force.

And in his view, as long as they are not fanatics of evil gods, everything is possible to cooperate, it is nothing more than whether the price offered or the pie drawn can make the other party's heart move.

It's just that, compared to Ivan's calm thinking, how to negotiate with the other party next.

Mrs. Sharon, who had been standing in front of him all this time, showed a sense of sluggishness that shouldn't exist at this very moment.

She stared intently at the not-so-handsome young man in front of her, thinking that he would be like those pigs she had met before, succumbing to her charm and only thinking with his lower body.

Predicting the obscene gazes sweeping across her body, it seemed that the next moment, he would press her on the bed and swallow her alive.

Even if the other party can temporarily suppress the violent impulse in her heart by relying on extraordinary ability or strong willpower, this does not mean that the dark heart will not have any throbbing and ripples for her.

So she loathes, despises and even hates them, she hates those shameless people, and she also cast aside her own destiny.

For a long time, she still kept the photos of herself, buried the past in her heart, sank repeatedly in sobriety and joy, and finally fell in love with herself very distortedly.

"But why is there no suppressed desire in his eyes, but instead, there is a kind of pain that is concealed by tranquility, just like... I used to be!"

Mrs. Sharon stood there in a daze, her eyes gradually becoming obsessed with Iwen.

After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses, stepped back again and again in panic, and roared in a panic:

"No, I won't allow that to happen!"

She woke up in an instant, and she couldn't imagine that one day, the position that had been supporting her would loosen, and even when she saw a stranger for the first time, she gradually had someone else's shadow.

This made her struggle repeatedly, looking like a frightened fawn that had met a hunter, exuding a pitiful sense of cowardice in her gestures and gestures.

(End of this chapter)