Giant of Light: I am the Old Ones

Chapter 29 Talent or Curse

"Oh, by the way, can you really accept that there are supernatural forces in this world so easily?"

Amanda had always had a doubt in her heart, and he continued to ask: "I think everyone who heard what this professor said actually believed it. It was like a strange folk tale. I remember that the professors in the college had their heads buried all day long. Are there any people who specialize in studying these cult beliefs when building some novel gadgets in industrial laboratories? If this form of belief can really exist, then why not directly request that existence, give it a sacrifice, and then let it respond with blessings, and put more Advanced civilization technology is passed back."

Blake thought about it carefully before saying:

"I don't know about that. Speaking of which, isn't it so easy for me to believe in the kind of power you possess?"

Pearson came over from the side: "Yes, yes, compared to the filthy power of those cultists, the power of light in you is obviously more... I don't know how to describe it, but I am very willing to trust that light."

Amanda could only regard these as characteristics of this world.

Human beings' natural affinity to the Giant of Light is regarded as a racial talent.

By noon, the identities of the resigned workers and the ghouls inside Mammoth Mountain had been confirmed.

It's true, the men in that residential area turned into monsters.

The women were killed by the ghoul ghosts, and only the children went to school and did not go home. According to relevant regulations, these children will be sent to the church's welfare home or to be raised by relatives who are still alive.

All parents' property will be expropriated and converted into a certain amount, stored in the bank, and will be returned to the grown-up children when they are 16 years old.

To Amanda's own knowledge, he had not found any amount set aside for him in the bank.No matter how bad it is, even if his mother is really from Raleye, his father must be from the small town of Louisiana.

But Amanda didn't have any trouble with this. He was planning to enter the academy, leave this small town, and go to a big city to get a better understanding of this world that was still unfamiliar to him.

There is a lot to be done in the vast world.

At noon, the order for the town to prepare for a week of martial law was announced. It happened that the factory was going to be investigated, and all the workers took a week off and returned to their residences.

Some well-informed people knew that something happened in the suburbs near the forest, and some gossips also involved Soderlin, who had always been regarded as a monster by them.

I was worried that Soderlin might have fallen ill and attacked everyone there.

Most people don't want to think about what's going on. They just complain that a week of work stoppage means a week's salary will be lost.

If you stay at home, the town will be under martial law and there will be no way to do odd jobs.

I hope that within a week, those cultists can be caught and the town can resume its previous life.

Some older people recalled that when the cultists were eliminated 12 years ago, it seemed that ordinary people were not involved at all.

It was just that it was stormy and rainy during those few nights, and there were constant gunshots.

On the last night, there was a huge roar or thunder from the coast, I couldn't tell.

When I looked in the morning, the clouds opened and the sun rose, all the cultists were killed.

Not many people want to know about their ugly and sinful acts, and they are only recorded in some newspapers and magazines by good people.

The circulation is not large, and it is not easy for Amanda to find a copy that is intact.

You must know that in 12 years, he has not seen a single cult mark or traces left by cultists' sacrifices.

If the cult mark on this book hadn't awakened the sleeping Omega, Amanda still didn't know when she would be able to awaken this essential golden finger for time travellers.

Professor Abtis, who had a great chat with Watch, finally ended the reception and took his student Qi Wen back to the specially arranged small apartment.

Qi Wen entered the room and instantly transformed from an elegant and intellectual young man into a tired and paralyzed lazy dog, lying motionless on the sofa and mumbling:

The light gray hair hangs down on both sides of the smooth forehead, and there is no need to comb it up all the time. It is so delicate and delicate that it looks a bit like a girl.

"Grandpa, aren't we here to catch bad guys! Why do we have to talk to these people so much? It's not helpful at all. These businessmen are very smart and they all think they can make more money using the name of the college. "

Professor Abtis seemed not to hear the complaint of this student and his grandson. He opened his suitcase, organized his notes and tools, and said:
"Qi Wen, you have to learn to deal with different people. Whether they are businessmen or ordinary people, or old antiques from the church, or even savages from primitive tribes. In this way, you can find the knowledge and knowledge you need from them. information."

Qi Wen turned over on the sofa, lying down to make it more comfortable, and murmured:

"But these are so boring. I didn't hear anything useful from the general manager of Watch. They have been promoting the tool pliers produced by this factory, and they have been secretly reminding you to find them. Mayor, let's see if we can resume production in the factory in three days. They have a lot of orders and can't stop work for too long. If you are willing, just give me some 'little gifts', it would be disrespectful."

When Abtis heard this, he smiled with satisfaction: "Didn't you hear everything? It means you are still very smart. I don't have to worry about you going out alone to explore the cultural relics in various places and deal with all kinds of people." At that time, I was tricked by others."

The professor took out his notes, walked to the bedside and continued reading, and asked:
"By the way, Qi Wen, among the people I met today, are there any, um, talented people?"

When Qi Wen heard this, he perked up, as if he was acting coquettishly, and muttered:

"Grandpa, don't you care if I'm tired from driving for so long today!"

If this girl's behavior wasn't really as beautiful as a woman's, it would be disgusting if a man did it.

After Qi Wen finished complaining, he continued:

"However, there is indeed one talented person. The ten-year-old little brother who has always been behind the bald sergeant is very indifferent. Grandpa, don't think about cultivating him. Even if he is successfully trained, he can compete with that little brother. The so-called great being’s response will not have any special effect.”

After hearing this, Abtis sighed:

"But Qi Wen, the academy has too few talents. Even one has its value. The followers of the evil god have been causing chaos all over the world. They turn their talents into curses and pursue dirty and bloody power. For us , maybe his talent is weak. But once he goes astray, the followers of the evil god will only squeeze out all his value. If he can save one of them, it will be one less enemy. It will also be one less enemy before the future counterattack that wipes out the evil god's faith. "

Qi Wen stretched out his fingers boredly, played with his nails, and replied:
"Now that I know Grandpa, I will harvest his talents and save him from the curse. The curse of being implicated by that great existence."

(End of this chapter)