In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 70 Keeper, return

To be honest, when Ryan received the news from the headquarters that Minister Victor had specially approved the release time, his expression was really weird.

But when he thought about it, his Nemesis project had not officially started, and the final program confirmation stage had not yet been carried out.

Thinking about it this way, Ryan instantly calmed down.

However, having said that.

Even if Minister Victor grants two extra days off, Ryan will not stay in Chicago anymore.

The entire city of Chicago was devastated, no different from the ruins after a major earthquake, or even worse.

In normal times, Ryan may not really be able to visit this bustling city.

Now?forget it.

The staff of the logistics department who rushed over had nothing in their eyes, and their teeth were gnashing their teeth one after another.

When encountering these enemies, the staff of the demon hunting organization would have their tails between their legs most of the time.

Who let these hard-working worker ants be responsible for wiping their buttocks?

Some people in the logistics department are busy.

Rebuilding Chicago is being put on the agenda, so what if Ryan Winster, one of the culprits who destroyed the city, was hanging out in front of the busy logistics staff.
Think about it, forget it.

Lawrence mansion.

In the dilapidated outskirts like a solitary grave in the wilderness, in the luxurious villas inside.

study--

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ryan pinched the ear of the teacup and took a sip of the fragrant black tea.

He looked through the clear floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the lake next to the dilapidated mansion. At the end where the water and the sky meet, the setting sun is like blood.

The warm orange is sparing no effort to reflect the earth.

The girl's voice came from behind the mahogany desk.

On her ice-cold and graceful face, the tip of her delicate eyebrows was raised slightly, and her pale golden eyes suddenly flickered like cats.

"Is this why you came to my [refuge]?"

"The staff in the logistics department of the temple are very professional, you are not afraid, are you?"

Ryan turned his head to look at her.

"I remember very well when they confidently signaled from the plane that they were about to land."

"It turns out there may only be one 'O' left at O'Hare International Airport."

"The demon hunting organization and the logistics department fell into an awkward silence at the same time."

Serena hooked her lips.

She narrowed her eyes, leaned back on the chair, and said, "This has nothing to do with you, it's all [God's] fault."

Yes, just after this one incident.

The Alchemy Temple announced the news that "the ancient gods are sleeping all over the world" to subordinate units at all levels.

In general.

It didn't cause a particularly big disturbance.

Maybe it's because people in this world have extremely strong ability to accept.

"Of course, how could I take the blame for this."

Ryan pouted.

"However, those guys' lips trembled like they were singing b-box. I was a little worried that they would drag me to be a black slave because they saw that I was idle."

Ryan sat down slowly.

The girl's expression was tense.

Forced to put on an ice cube face.

"I am very fortunate that when Lawrence's ancestors purchased the mansion, they set their sights on the outskirts far away from the city."

Serena said: "If it was a few kilometers closer to the city of Chicago, or. At that time, your speed of killing God would be about 30 seconds slower."

"That distorted power will be conveyed to this poor building."

Hearing this, Ryan shrugged and said, "At that time, I will lose even my only shelter."

"Amazing."

In the corner of the office, there was still that weird coffin, the patterns on it were still mysterious and bloody, and the aura emanating from it was still so old.

However, when Ryan moved his gaze to the coffin.

It seemed to flinch a little.

"When are you leaving?"

Serena spoke lightly.

"after an hour."

Ryan drank the black tea in one gulp, and he waved his hand to signal to Adair that there was no need to refill the tea.

"It's like saying goodbye to the comrades who fought side by side."

"It seems impolite to pat your ass and leave."

Serena gave him an odd look.

Lane Winster, also has such a detailed side?
Serena shook her head, and was swept lively by the wine-red ponytail tied up in silk. She put on a small beige blouse today, and the dark black skirt highlighted her fullness.

"Ding!"

Serena took out a "gold coin" from her pocket.

The golden strokes printed with strange patterns danced on the dark red tabletop.

Ryan watched the scene quietly.

He stared at the veins above the gold.

"The coat of arms of the Lawrence family?"

Stretching out his hand, he picked up the object.

He is very familiar with the pattern on the top. Whether it is in the classroom or in the library of the Alchemy Temple, the family emblem of the Lawrence family is deeply in his memory.

"in London."

"Go to London. If you want to do business and meet someone from the Lawrence family, you can show it."

Serena waved.

"Is this a proof of my friendship with the Lawrence family?"

Ryan clamped the badge between his fingers, his knuckles danced like waves, and the badge rolled along with it.

His tone was slightly curious.

"Do not."

"This is proof of friendship with Serena Lawrence."

Serena shook her head.

"Thank you."

Ryan grabbed the badge and stood up suddenly.

"I don't have the chance to see you in London, but I have a chance. Maybe before London, we can meet again a few times."

Ryan smiled at Serena.

Serena rested her chin on one hand and looked at him quietly.

"I am leaving."

"Goodbye."

Ryan smiled at Adair.

The deacon standing in the corner smiled back.

"clatter"

"squeak--"

"Click!"

The heavy wooden door was closed.

Serena turned her head and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. She looked at the sky shrouded in orange-red brilliance.

In the distance where the air was distorted, a dark shadow was slowly approaching the residence of the Lawrence family.

It was the helicopter from the Demon Hunting Agency to pick up the Demon Hunter.

Adair was silent.

His gaze, too, was through the glass window.

But soon, when he came back to his senses, he began to pay attention to Serena.

The girl was enveloped by the setting sun, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly.The sacred and artistic light fell on Serena's fair skin, making her already beautiful face even more peerless.

Serena looked at the tea cups on the wooden table.

Her pale golden eyes sparkled with sparkle.

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"Actually, I'm curious, is our runway still usable for a run-up to take off?"

With headphones on, Ryan sat safely in the seat of the cabin and chatted with the pilot.

"Operator Winston."

"There is no need to question the efficiency of the church's logistics department."

The driver's voice came through the headset.

"By the time they knew you needed to go back to headquarters, it took almost 10 minutes to get everything in place for takeoff."

The pilot turned his head.

He showed his big white teeth.

"You can rest assured."

call--

Ryan let out a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and looked at the soft cloud outside the cabin.

"I'm going to be wanted by the logistics department."

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