"But in order to get revenge, you must upgrade the sequence, and to upgrade the sequence, you must buy expensive extraordinary materials. You can only accumulate pennies and soules. You can save as much as you can..."

He shrank his shoulders suddenly, feeling that the coldness of the living room made the "magician" who is not good at physical fitness tremble a little.

So, he decided to take a shower, get into bed, and read a book in bed.

It's time to go to bed in three or four hours, there's no need to light the fireplace again... Klein sighed, stood up, and walked to the second floor.

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Underground area of ??the Church of Steam.

Ikanser flipped through all the recorded statements, picked up his coffee, and took a sip.

After a few seconds of calm, he took out the ancient silver mirror called Arrodes.

Carlson glanced at it, and asked curiously: "Deacon, if you ask the respected Arrods unsolved mathematical problems or classic paradoxes, will it give the correct answer?"

"Most of the time, it will directly refuse, and if it thinks you are malicious, it may even give you a lightning bolt directly,

Or put you under a curse you absolutely don't want to face. Ikanser sighed, "It is a living Sealed Artifact with extremely high intelligence. It is not a difference engine that strictly follows the rules. When using it, it is best not to have the idea of ??exploiting loopholes." "

Carlson looked around at the team members, and kindly suggested: "Deacon, let me ask for you, I have nothing to hide."

He straightened his back and assumed a frank and honest posture.

Ikanser said with a bitter smile: "No need, I know everything I need to know, I am no longer afraid of similar questions, and, respected Arrods will occasionally ask quite profound questions, given your physical condition, The subsequent punishment is not so easy to bear."

After finishing speaking, he shook his fist first, then stretched out his five fingers, and stroked the surface of the silver mirror three times.

In the subtle ambiguity, Ikanser said in a low voice: "Dear Arrods, my question is, who, or which force, ordered the 'Apostle of Desire' to assassinate Duke Negan?"

The silver mirror did not change for a short time, and it took a while for the water to float, outlining a scene like an oil painting:

It was the plain where the sun was about to set, and the vast fields were covered with pale golden afterglow.

"What does this mean?" Carlson and other members of "Mechanical Heart" look at me and I look at you, completely unable to understand, even if there are Beyonders promoted by "Secret Peer" among them, they are no strangers to interpreting revelations .

"Twilight? A symbol of the end of life? A sect that believes in death or a lunatic who believes in doomsday?" A "secret voyeur" said after deliberation.

Carlson nodded in agreement: "I think it's the latter."

Ikanser ignored their discussion, because Arrods' question had already surfaced: "What color underwear do you like best?"

Ikanser's face turned red suddenly, and he felt as if smoke was coming from the top of his head.

He spat out one word with great difficulty: "Red."

The room suddenly became extremely quiet, and Carlson and the others looked into the corner pretending to be indifferent.

Ikanser sat down exhausted, scratched his fluffy hair, and was about to ask the second question.

Carlson couldn't bear to say: "Deacon, let me try."

"...Try not to enter the punishment stage." Ikanser finally nodded in agreement.

Carlson imitated the deacon's movements very confidently, stroked the surface of the silver mirror three times, and the other members surrounded him again.

"Dear Arrods, my question is, who are the collaborators of 'Apostle of Desire'?" JrNovels.com