In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 80 A New Beginning

Ryan pushed open the door.

He and Emilia stepped into the conference room.

In the interior with modern decoration, blue-purple cold light intersects, forming a virtual image in the center of the room.

A huge round table is placed in the middle.

All the participants have arrived.

Even Professor Heisenberg appeared on the projection in the form of remote participation.

Howard was still wrapped in a thick spacesuit.

Viktor Ivanov, with his meticulous ponytail and his metal hands resting on the round table, was looking at Ryan.

Sight is "soft".

In his eyes, students who can play are treasures, and students who can play especially are the most precious treasures.

Head of Academics: Zepheniah Bazel.

This stern-faced middle-aged man was wearing a thick suit, and his eyes were scrutinizing Ryan as he looked at Ryan.

As for the Minister of Logistics.

Ryan was full of confidence and looked at him.

He wore black-rimmed glasses, and he looked serious. When he looked at Ryan, the veins on his forehead seemed to be twitching.

"Da da--"

Emilia walked to the round table, stretched out her slender hands, pulled out the chair, and sat down gracefully.

She tapped on Erlang's legs, put her hands on her chest, and looked at Ryan with a smile.

Facing the eyes of many ministers, Ryan's face was calm, he walked to the round table, and also found a seat to sit down.

"It's all here."

"It's time to start."

Victor is a busy man.

On the screen, Heisenberg clapped his hands to everyone and said with a smile, "Everyone, let's welcome the future banner of the Holy Church."

The program confirmation of [Nemesis Project] is just a routine regulation, like the signing of a document, although everyone knows that Ryan will definitely sign "yes".

But I still have to take off my pants and fart, let's do it this time.

Otherwise, without this document, why would the demon hunting agencies around the world and the organizations under the Holy Church cooperate with the implementation of the plan?
The so-called procedure is not exactly the case.

Ryan knew very well that if he had already gained a certain reputation among demon hunters before.

So just now, after his image, voiceprint, fingerprint, iris, and other data were gathered into a stream of information, after he agreed, uploaded it to the cloud, and sent it to the personal terminals of the ministers of the hunting organization around the world.

Ryan Winston's name will be engraved in the minds of those in charge of the most violent and insane organizations that hunt monsters as their mission in various cities.

Program validation is not complicated.

In no more than half an hour, the meeting ushered in the final rules.

"Your mission will start soon, contact me by email."

Victor went his own way. After leaving a word to Ryan, he opened the door and left first.

The head of the academic department and the head of the logistics department also said to Ryan: "I look forward to the perfect success of Ryan Winster's demon hunting operation." Then the two left.

"."

"Has that thing had any ill effects since yesterday?"

Howard asked Ryan after the meeting.

"everything is normal."

Facing Minister Howard's concerned greeting, Ryan shook his head.

Last night, he rested so well that he even forgot to take off the weapon holster on his arm.

Of course, he did not show the so-called insane symptoms.

"That's good."

Minister Howard shook his bloated head.

"Chairman, what you said is indeed correct. If you want to find an owner for that thing, it may be none other than Ryan Winster."

Professor Heisenberg on the screen had a ruddy complexion, and he smiled and said:

"It's untamed."

"Even if it is me, I can only forcefully suppress it, not command it like an arm."

The old professor Versailles wrote, and sighed: "In the church, the only ones who can suppress it may be the young man in front of you, and little Rebecca."

Howard likes to use shrugs to express emotions, because he has no face at all, and the voice coming from the electronic sound device is also very monotonous.

The gas man shrugged and fell silent.This means undeniable.

"Oh?"

"That thing?"

Emilia put her arms on the table, looked at Ryan with curious eyes, and then, she seemed to realize something, her brows curved.

"It can't be [Saint Prosthesis]?"

Ryan looked at Minister Howard:
"[Holy Prosthesis]?"

"Don't look at me, this thing has no official name."

"I really want to give it a name, but there is no definite answer on the slate. Out of a rigorous academic attitude, I can only call it [prosthetic limb] according to its shape."

Minister Howard was talking nonsense.

His words answered the doubts of both of them at the same time.

Ryan nodded knowingly.

And Emilia, who got the answer from the side, sighed and glanced at Ryan with strange eyes.

"sharp."

she sighed.

"The guy who wore the prosthesis before you has been asleep for almost a year, and even I can't do anything about his illness."

Emilia smiled suddenly, crossed her chest with her hands, and supported the mountain with her arms.

"Sure enough, monsters have to cure strange things."

In response, Minister Howard nodded in agreement.

Ryan, on the other hand, was a little curious.

"Minister, about the prefix [saint] for the prosthetic. How did you come up with the idea of ​​naming it?"

Emilia waved.

"Isn't this thing unearthed from the underwater ruins? Although I didn't directly participate in the great discovery, I happened to hear about it when it was salvaged."

Suddenly, the beautiful minister's eyes sharpened.

He stared at Ryan with a cold light that was extremely rare.

"I was [little] at the time, and I heard it from my teacher."

"The person who controls the prosthetic limb has a lofty status in ancient civilizations, and is suspected to be the most powerful warrior." Emilia stared at Ryan, gnashing her teeth.

Hearing this, Ryan nodded knowingly.

A well-behaved student who has been taught.

Actually.
"Tsk tsk."

Judging from Earl Ramon's article, the discovery of the [Prosthetic Limb] and the ruins was at least ten years ago.

Minister Emilia's age.?

Beautiful ladies always pay special attention to age.

In the end, Ryan, who confirmed that the meeting was completely over, bid farewell to several "elders".

He left the meeting room all the way out of Atlantis.

Take the subway.

Returned to the academic department at an extremely fast speed.

After returning to the dormitory, it was noon, he opened his closet and folded his clothes neatly.

He even cleaned the room on a whim.

Try to keep your den clean.

The black cat squatted on the coffee table, quietly watching the busy figure of the man.

She didn't know why Ryan, who had always been casual and even a little "sloppy", started cleaning the room.

However, Ryan, who was whistling and mopping the ground, knew very well.

Just now, he has completed the program confirmation.

In the days to come, Ryan Winster would cease to exist.

Instead, there is an "executioner" walking on the road of killing demons.

He had a hunch that he might not return to the dormitory for some time in the future.

For this reason, it is extremely important to organize everything in advance.

Fortunately, Ryan didn't have many things. Although he was a bit sloppy on weekdays, he just saved up the laundry.

There are not many sundries.

After packing everything, Ryan sat quietly on the sofa.

Close your eyes slightly.

soon--

"Drip drip!"

Ryan sighed and held up his phone.

"Unfortunately, I can't attend the funeral of Operator Draymond."

Pick up the bag with the change of clothes.

Ryan beckoned to Raphael.

"Secretary Victor really doesn't give you time to breathe."

He let the black cat jump on his shoulder, turned off the power in the room, walked out of the room, and locked the door behind him.

"The endless [business trip] time is about to begin!"

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, (●З｀●)
　　


(End of this chapter)