Old Sword Master

Every meal of the Inquisition has meat. Although it is relatively cheap chicken and mutton, no meal has only bread, and the meat is carefully selected and made by Morty. It is definitely core when it comes with pure wheat bread. Nutrient too.

This mage is not a very good cooking mage, but he is better than the mage on Crete. Of course, it is hard to say after trephine. 2

For these core and ordinary Peak players, this is very valuable.

Except for Gonzalez, everyone else is very satisfied, so some people are in the mood to tease him.

For Gonzalez, the eyes and expressions that several other people occasionally turned around made him feel hated, even more how.

But Gonzalez couldn’t help it. He knew that he couldn’t afford to offend, Papathopoulos from the Greek community, who is currently in poor condition, and he couldn’t help Uncle Hei. 1

Turning around, he saw Wood’s younger sister again asking about Wood’s situation. Gonzalez finally found a way to vent his accumulated grievances.

“You little slut! Get out of here!” Gonzalez took a step forward, moved towards Nita and gave him a push. With his great strength, Nita flew out.

“You this bastard!” Bassano next to him couldn’t react, and when Nita fell to the ground, he had just raised his fist.

“Old trash.” Gonzalez had already stamped his face with a punch.

“Stop, you represent the Inquisition.” Uncle Hei yelled.

“Hehe, these two guys are very likely to be heretics. I think they don’t respect God at all.” Gonzalez fiercely said fiercely. He used to be the guard of the tax officer. It is very easy to slander and smear things like this.

He is talking nonsense, but both Nita and Bassano lose one’s head out of fear. In the majestic and cold marble building, the two heretics are already under a lot of psychological pressure. In addition to Wood’s unclear situation, Gonzalez’s psychological offensive has created considerable Too much pain “Wood, what’s wrong with you Wood?”

Thanks to the very friendly operation interface, Wood did not take too long to write a program that can query the last username. 5

However, after seeing the user name, Wood fell straight (挺tǐng)(挺tǐng).

【Finish】

【this】

【God】

【station】

Don’t forget to collect it if you like God Station, and recommend it to more book friends!

Nared looked at his interface while holding Wood, only to see two input fields. The upper column was a line of words she couldn’t understand, and the lower column was a series of asterisks.

As a special pastor, she knows that her mind will not be as dangerous as mage.

After reading it, Nared was scared. Wood is not mage. If it was something that could destroy people’s minds, she would be finished.

However, she looked at Wood’s face again. The young Sage’s Sword’s face was full of distortions and fears, his eyes were out of focus, the vast universe reflected inside, and his teeth were constantly hitting and tearing his lips.

This seems to be how the caster overcasts or is exposed to powerful magic or esoteric surgery.

Nared fixed Wood’s teeth, took out a bottle of tranquilizer from her arms and poured it into her mouth. Although she was not the caster, she was still prepared.

Wood’s expression calmed a bit, but to a limited extent.

Nared took out another bottle to pour it on Wood, his eyes returned to focus, barely trying to speak.

“Do you still have tranquilizers?”

“Give you.”

Father Xavier also brought a bottle, but this one may be of poor quality, and Wood had no response after drinking it.

“Come on, let him smell it.” Little Bazin heard what was going on inside, and brought his tranquilizer over, “What the hell is going on Wood, he is not a spellcaster.”

Morty also looked at Wood, his eyes flickering behind the gold-rimmed glasses, but unfortunately he couldn’t sort out the messy thread now.

Little Bazin just took out the bottle, Wood suddenly jumped up, hugged Father Xavier, and lightly said in his ear: “The existence that made Maria pregnant is called Ilshin”3

If it wasn’t for the intelligence he had just acquired, it might take him several hours to understand the name, and the enemy outside might have attacked.

But seeing it fast now comes at a price.

Then Wood grabbed the bottle in Little Bazin’s hand, and moved the bottle towards his nose before everyone knew it. This was the path to the brain.

“Hey, you can’t drink it directly.” Little Bazin’s words were only halfway through, and Wood twitched and screamed again, still spitting out a mixture of red and green in his mouth. His spirit was even more tortured that language could not describe. Problem.

If it weren’t for Nared and little Bazin to hold him together, Wood would definitely have to insert the sword directly into his brain from his eyes, which was too unbearable.

Just listening to Wood’s roar, Morty felt dizzy and threw up on the ground. Wood suffered more than 100 times.

The perception he had just increased dissipated, and his charm lost a bit. Wood, who was not very likable, was even more covered with a (yinyīn) gloomy temperament. 1

Fortunately, all of this was not without return. Suddenly there was a stream of water around them, a river flowing into the church.

Nared knew that Wood had succeeded. She felt it silently. She was extremely surprised that there were so many things she could bring back. In one of the most remote, deep, quiet and peaceful caves in the multiverse, a powerful existence was enjoying a massage while thinking about the most profound Complicated truth. 2

Suddenly, K heard someone saying his name.

K is a little concerned, because although the caller is not a citizen of K, he has an aura that makes K close to him, and the place where the sound is transmitted happens to be an exploration that K himself instructed a while ago. Although it is not very important, but Because it was not long ago, k still has an impression. 2