Magus Tech

Somewhere in the world, the headquarters of the Truth Society.

In a room measuring more than 50 meters long and 10 meters high, dozens of bronze lamp posts burned quietly as before, releasing a dim light.

In the center of the room, behind a ivory smooth bone table, sits a man with colorful rings. On the surface of the bone table, there are many documents, and the men are browsing one by one.

After a long while of browsing, a "squeak" sounded, a small door on the wall of the room opened, and a fat figure stepped in and walked in quickly.

The man sitting behind the bone table noticed something, put down the browsed file, and gently raised his head to look at the figure that came in.

"Golov, something?" the man asked aloud.

The fat man Golov, who came in, stood still and bent down hard, reporting congratulations: "Adult, do you remember the fact that you resurrected Chikaf more than three months ago? The resurrection failed because People from the Kingdom of God are preventing them, and they are repairing Chekaf’s soul. You tell me that when Chekaf’s soul is repaired, let him contact you immediately."

The man raised his eyebrows and guessed a possibility. He asked aloud: "So, the spirit of Chkaf has been repaired? Isn't it slow? At the beginning, it said that it might take four months."

"Uh, it wasn't actually repaired." Gorov quickly explained.

"What's going on?" The man frowned.

"That's it, sir." Goroff opened his mouth. "It takes about four months for Chekaf's soul to be repaired, but it has been repaired to the present, but most of it has been repaired, and he has recovered some of it. Memory, with certain communication skills. He took the initiative to contact you and wanted to communicate with you."

"Is that so?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Okay, let me know. I'm curious what is going on."

"Yes." Golov responded, wiping a sweat and operating in situ.

I only saw a flip of his hand and a crystal ball appeared in his hand. This crystal ball is surprisingly large, with a diameter of more than thirty centimeters, and its shape is strictly not a standard spherical shape, but a little flat. The surface has a deeply recessed texture, like a pumpkin, and it has been in the storage room for a long time.

Goroff, holding the flat crystal ball in his hand, bent down and put it carefully on the ground, then slap on the top of the crystal ball.

With the infusion of mana, the crystal ball suddenly turned on, the surface gleamed with green brilliance, and a light blue light burst out inside, forming a three-dimensional human body image about half a meter above the crystal ball.

The image is blurry and does not have much detail, but from those capable eyes, it can be barely recognized that it was Chekaf who died a long time because of Richard.

After Chkaf appeared, he looked around and saw the man sitting directly in front of the bone table in front of him, and quickly bent over to salute: "Adult Grey Mist!"

"Well." The man responded softly, not very concerned, and asked quietly, "Chekav, I heard Golov say that your soul has not been completely restored, only a part of the memory is recovered, just Anxious to see me, is there anything?"

"Yes, sir." Chekaf said. "I found a problem in the memory that I have recovered. It was related to my death. It was not simple and deceptive to determine what happened in the Southern Free Confederation. ."

"You mean, let me deal with the branch of the Southern Free Confederation now?" the man asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No." Chkaf shook his head. "I dare not let adults do this. After all, my memory is not complete, even if it is complete, there is no direct evidence. It is too direct to deal with the division of a region. Sloppy, I can’t afford it if something goes wrong, and it’s not good for adults.”

"So what do you want to do?" the man asked.

Chekaf replied: "Sir, my idea is to make you pay more attention to the Southern Freedom Federation recently, and be vigilant to prevent any major accidents. However, according to my guess, they should not be exposed so anxiously.

After a while, I have recovered all my memories. After a perfect resurrection, I will go to the Southern Free Confederation again in person. At that time, I have the confidence to figure out everything and give adults an explanation. "

"Is that so?" The man looked at Chekaf and asked seriously, "How long will it take until you have completely repaired your soul and restored all your memories?"

"According to the current progress, at most one month."

"All right," the man agreed.

"Thank you, sir." Chkaf bowed to salute, the figure slowly dissipated, and the crystal ball placed on the ground dimmed.

The contact is over.

Golov, who had been waiting next to him, walked towards the crystal ball, ready to put away.

The man turned his head and looked at Goroff. He suddenly asked, "Goroff, what do you think of this?"

"Ah?" Gorough froze, stopped, and looked at the man in doubt, "Adult, what do you think?"

"Do you think that Chkaf is telling the truth? Or is he hiding something?" the man asked.

Goroff showed an unexpected expression, his eyes widened and his mouth open, apparently not expecting such a question.

"I... my lord, I think... what Chkaf said should be true... right, he is your man, after all, he dare not deceive you." Goroff stuttered, quite Tension, "Like me, I am absolutely loyal to you, as loyal to the true God, without any deception."

"Maybe..." the man said noncommittally.

Goroff panicked, his legs almost kneeling on the ground, and quickly said: "Master, I really did not deceive you, I..."

"Okay, I'm talking about Chkaf." The man gave Golov a glance.

"Uh, yes." Goroff just returned to normal.

"Okay~www.readwn.com~ You go down first." The man looked at Goroff and waved in disgust.

"Yes." Gorov quickly walked towards the door, but he did not walk a few steps, and was stopped by the man again.

"wait!"

"Why, sir?" Goroff stopped and turned to look at the man.

"Take away the eyes of Moge." The man pointed at the crystal ball left on the ground.

"Yeah, yes." Gorof realized that he had forgotten, walked to the crystal ball, stretched out his hands, and quickly walked out of the room.

After Goroff left, the man looked at the closed door, shook his head slightly, and commented softly: "It's really too far behind Chekaf, it's too far."

"I hope that Chekaf really hasn’t concealed. After all, excellent men are really rare. If you can’t lose it, don’t lose it. If a month later, Chekaf can prove his loyalty and really dig out something, it’s good. .hope……"