The doctor said, use the origin stone to defeat the origin stone

Doctor, I hope you will not regret it.

……

Laplande walked into the church dedicated to the gods of the Lateran belief like no one else was there.

The majestic dome, the colorful and orderly glass, the murals that reveal many disasters in the world, and the sculptures of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

She patted the seemingly hard armor casually, but it had a warm texture, not like steel.

Miss White Wolf walked into the main hall so gracefully, and saw the person in the white Pope's robe leaning on a cane, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

Laplande didn't pay attention to the dignified pope. She was looking at the environment here and whether there might be Lateran's iron horse hidden behind those small doors.

The pope didn't bother her either, he just turned around and bowed his head to the statue of the god.

Laplande blinked, walked to a cubicle connected to the confessional, and knocked on the door.

The unlocked door was randomly opened a crack, and she pushed it open.

It was also empty.

So, is this Lateran pope facing himself alone?

She couldn't believe it, how could the big shots reveal their backs to others so unpreparedly.

From Laplande's point of view, from this point of view, she has many ways to bring the pope back directly to the embrace of the Lord.

So she doesn't have much left to guess.

Either a false pope, double.

Or, the Pope of the Lateran is equally fearsome and powerful.

Neither possibility is so rosy.

Laplande turned his head to look at the white-robed pope who was still praying over there, opened the tables and chairs in the hall, and sat on them.

It is estimated that she is one of the few Syracuses who can sit in the Lateran Cathedral.

It looks as busy as the city government from the outside, but I didn't expect that there is a church in the core.

It can only be said that it is indeed a Lateran wooden board.

Laplande thought about this, and saw the pope in front of him slowly turn back, nodding slightly to her.

"Hi, Ms. Ruper, I'm the Pope of Lateran, you can call me Katz."

Laplande also stood up, showing a qualified patriarchal smile with the other party.

"Hello, Pope Katz, don't you mind the code name?" Miss White Wolf said so, and saw a slight smile on the other party's face, which was a signal of goodwill.

"It's all right, the name is inconvenient, so I'll just call you Ms. Luper."

Laplande agreed, and the pope found a place to sit down.

"Please forgive me for not using too many respectful words, but now, you are an envoy of God, and I am also an envoy of God. They have the same status, and they are both servants of God, so there is no distinction between high and low."

"Okay." Laplande agreed, she really didn't understand what the Lateran Pope was doing.

What kind of envoy is not an envoy, isn't he an ordinary person in Syracuse.

She did not see anyone else along the way, it can be said that there is no one in the land.

It even made the killer lady vigilant enough to investigate around, but found that other places were heavily guarded.

But if she walks casually, she won't meet anyone, as if there is an invisible hand controlling everything here, it makes one's hair stand on end.

Miss Laplande, however, was never for the faint of heart.

This cannot be explained by an accident. She went to the toilet once on the way, and could even hear the sound of someone approaching at the corner.

Then someone suddenly exclaimed that something was forgotten, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Naturally, something had opened the door for her, expecting her arrival.

Then there is no reason not to come. When I got here, I saw a slightly elderly pope who had been waiting for a long time, and he had to chat with her like a friend.

A little impatient, but I don't know what the other party means.

She was thinking about whether to directly pick it up and tell the truth, so she watched Pope Katz stand up slowly, respectfully saluting the statue.

The god whose appearance couldn't be seen clearly glowed slowly, floated in the air, and then flew upwards in a whirl.

Laplande's sight was attracted by it, watching the fluorescent lights slowly disappear into the dome.

I thought it would be directly personal.

She lowered her head and saw that the pope had stepped back respectfully.

A non-fluctuating tone sounded from her heart, and she couldn't tell a man or woman, but it was mechanically stuttering.

"People of Gray Wolf, what do you want me to do?"

"...?"

Laplande's train of thought was interrupted.

Children of gray wolves?Has the Gray Wolf King been recognized by the Lateran gods?

Isn't this a legend?

It's just that the God of Lateran didn't explain much, and waited quietly for her reply.

Miss White Wolf thought for a while, and took out a black leaf from the inner lining of her clothes.

"My family was in an accident and I was told to come to you for help."

"...People of Gray Wolf, let me ask, do you know what you are holding?"

"I don't know." Laplande replied honestly, "But it was given by someone who claimed to be my boyfriend's mother."

"...I see, the one from the Snow Realm also helped you, long time no see."

Listening to the mechanical voice gradually becoming smoother, Laplande spoke to her in a low voice.

"Please stay with your boyfriend well and try to satisfy his wishes."

"You can go back, your people will wake up from their long sleep before sunset."

Laplande nodded, thanked him, and went out first to ask about the teapot.

The Pope and Lateran's gods watched the white-haired Miss Luper go out, and then the gods issued a new parable.

"Apocalypse Terra, the Ark sets sail, and there will be a prosperous world after that."

"Integrate the ancient ruins."

The Pope bowed his head beside him, with a respectful expression, "Follow my Lord."

No.20 seven needles I'm so hungry! ! !

In Rhine Life's Balrog Project experiment, strange rumors have been circulating recently.

What kind of doctor is actually the chef of the Yan Kingdom, and he just hides his name when he comes to Rhine Life. He has to taste the sweets and sours of the world before he can make further progress.

The white-faced owl in the data department has already become a prisoner of gourmet food for doctors to grab and grab.

The gossip and the gossip are self-defeating under the cold face of Ms. Zarak.

And when asked about the doctor's cooking skills, the petite Zalak who ate a small bowl of rice still gave a very pertinent answer.

"It's better than upstairs if I cook it myself."

So people still don't know what level the doctor's dishes are.

From a normal point of view, the doctor's cooking skills are not too outstanding, and it is still more than a little worse than the real famous chefs.

But I can't stand it. Colombia has not been born for a long time, and most of its food culture comes from other countries.

Few people from Yan Kingdom are outside, so the freshness he brings is enough to smooth out these gaps.

Ifrit's increased appetite lasted for a week, and then slowly returned to normal.

The busy and fulfilling work has finally come to an end, and the next step is to put in the time for the supercomputer to wait for the answer, as well as the review and signature of other people in the experimental group.

The task belonging to the doctor is indeed gone.

He is also taking a break from his busy schedule for a while, doing some research based on the experimental data obtained in a flash of inspiration last time.

Not for nothing, but just as stuck.

It seems that there is a crucial point that he has forgotten, and he has some superficial feelings, but he can't remember it.

This experiment has also been shelved. He has long been in a calm state of mind facing the bottleneck, and hard work is not necessarily better, so he might as well do something else.

Such as Ifrit's early education.

The doctor grabbed the book and made the unhappy Ifrit serious.

But there is no child in the world who is willing to read quietly, even Ifrit, who has nothing to do here, is quite noisy.

As the saying goes, no room for three days... no.

As the so-called combination of work and rest, the doctor will also bring some snacks made by himself as rewards for her.

But it seems that the girl has another interest.

Seeing Ifrit said seriously to himself that he wanted to learn to cook, the doctor gradually lost his smile.

So, you'd rather do it than read a book, right?

"Doctor, please, teach me~" The blond girl pulled his sleeves and acted like a baby, with a miserable look on her face.

Those who don't know will know that she is saving the country in order to escape those tadpole-like words.

The doctor slowly squatted down and looked into Ifrit's eyes.

"It's fine if you want to learn how to cook, but you must at least recognize the characters. Otherwise, you won't be able to tell the difference between the seasonings."

Sure enough, when these words came out, Ifrit had a bitter face.

The doctor shook his head, children are like that.

He was going to pick up the textbook again and discuss the mysteries of mathematics with Ifrit.

But the girl really didn't want to hear his hypnotic tone and messy numbers, so she snorted at the doctor, "Know the words as long as you know the words, you must take me to learn how to cook after you finish reading."

"...OK." The doctor nodded.

The child is always hot in 3 minutes. He is ready to encourage the girl when she cries to give up, but finds that Ifrit is really serious about studying.

While he was relieved, he also felt a few distressed.

Ifrit wants to learn how to cook, so... how to teach?

Cloud cooking, or go out and buy toys to deal with it?

I feel that I will only be regarded as an adult who doesn't talk too much.

But it is also impossible to take Ifrit out, she is only allowed to move about in this room.

It might have been possible to let her out before, but now there is no chance.

The doctor told Hemer about the matter, but the girl shook her head apologetically.

Cannot approve.

The specially-made intensive care unit has landing gates that can insulate from high temperature. If Ifrit has an accident, it can be controlled immediately.

But outside, it will cause a lot of damage, and there may be casualties.

The doctor could understand Hemer's worry, so he decided to start with the dishes.

Not without coleslaw either.

He thought so, but saw Hemer let him bow his head.

Li Boli's girl came close to his ear and said something softly.

The doctor could smell the scent of shampoo from her body, as well as the warm exhalation, which gently fell on the sensitive part of his ears, the soft hair tips, and a few tufts of bird-like feathers on both sides of her head. It is laterally symmetrical and looks a bit like an ear, but it is just a few feathers.

I still want to touch it, and it should feel good.

"In fact, there is a specially prepared small room in the intensive care unit with vents in it. If you really want to teach Ifrit how to cook, you can go there, as long as you don't leave the intensive care unit."