Is the Evil God Me?

The test had been completed without his knowledge. For Lynn, who was a traveler, there was undoubtedly a little bit of fear, but this fear was quickly overwhelmed by the good news that he had passed the test. The snicker of the Black Holy Grail seemed to be rippling in Lynn's ears again, and the meaning of secret joy was like blood flowing inconspicuously under his skin.

Yefne didn't explain too much about the test to Lynn. She sat on the leather sofa in the reception room and started contacting her friend in front of Lynn.

Lynn's eyes were really opened by this unique method of communication.

Yefne first wrote a note with a pen, and then took out a small iron box from the leather bag behind her. With a click, the tin box snapped open, and there lay a delicately crafted mechanical bird, the size of a palm, with brass feathers, glazed eyes, and a boxy ruby ​​inlaid on its chest.

To be honest, the neatly cut gemstone reminded Lynn of the crystal head of a network cable. Of course, there should be no finer textured wires inside.

The brass sparrow's hollow abdomen was opened, and Yefne tucked the note in and closed it, then wrapped the brass sparrow with her slender fingers.

Lynn's eyes were very sharp, he caught a glimpse of a faint flash of light flashing between Yephne's fingers!

Boom!

When Yefni let go of her hand, the brass sparrow had already stood up and stood on Yefni's palm, just like a real sparrow. After it bounced back and forth a few times, the feathers would converge. The wings were fully spread, and in the sound of metal friction, the flutter flew out of the window, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared in the reflection in Lynn's surprised eyes.

I don't understand it, but I was shocked, as if I was taken away for the first time.jpg

"Is it alive?" Lynn asked in disbelief, he clearly felt the meaning of life from the bird's body.

"Of course."

"It's amazing, the power of Beyonders."

"Don't you have one too? I found out that you are so popular." Yefni said of course, she took out a small screwdriver in front of Lynn to adjust the sophisticated weapon on her body, which made Lynn feel a little cold and enlightened. .

Physical changes are very intuitive, but things like temperament and feeling can only be determined by looking in the mirror or other people's reactions. Although the specific classification and mysteries of Beyonders are still unclear, in general, based on the nature of [Spring], as a half-Sequence Nine, he should have a social advantage.

Bribes, persuasion, and exchange of benefits may have unconsciously used this power in the Elba field.

And when he used Bill in the office, it was even more intense, as if he wanted to directly sow his goodwill into the other person's brain. If Bill hadn't stopped it in time, he might have added another crime: assaulting a member of the [Suppression Bureau].

Is this what the so-called "Sower Huamei" means?

Lin En, who was immersed in thought, sorted out his memory more meticulously. His memory could not be called a memory palace, but at least he had to write books with recent labels, so that he could retrieve it accurately if he had any needs. .

Seeing that Lynn was lost in thought, Yefne silently adjusted her arms.

The Beyonders of [Melting Core] are mostly based on the properties of [Furnace], [Blade], and [Job]. Among the Beyonders, they are relatively novel and pragmatic. They have the ability to debug and match mechanical-related things. The power that can be exerted is often no less than the Extraordinary of the God of War. And [Melting Core] is also known as the **** of steam and gear.

Mr. Bill, who went out to order food, quickly returned with a full reward.

He also brought back a white shirt with a round neck that didn't fit very well. Lynn was finally able to get rid of the dilemma of wearing a torn shirt. distressed. If you take it to a tailor to repair it, in all likelihood, it will be beaten out by someone with a ruler, not to mention that I am still poor and useless.

It can be expected that in the near future, Lynn will have to worry about his living expenses.

"It's really not possible, so I can only ask that 'childhood friend' to help me..."

Lynn couldn't help but have a strange look on his face, but he was quickly attracted by the lunch Bill brought back. Layered sandwiches revealing thick and generous fillings, a tantalizing patty gleaming with oil and spice sprinkled on the salted eel meat add up to at least 20p of heat. During the lunch, Lynn immediately began to swallow in dissatisfaction, and at the same time secretly spurned the lunch expenses of these public officials.

To be spurned is to be spurned, and criticism is still to be criticized.

Under the leadership of Bill, Lynn was also polite, and took a mouthful of oily and juicy grilled patties, a mouthful of crispy and tender eel meat, and gulped down the slightly dry and hard sandwich.

The aroma of wheat bran and the satisfaction of oil mixed together with the smell of fish sliding on the taste buds. When Lin En could feel that he was snorting with satisfaction, his body also sent out a signal of cheering, even the inside of the body. [Spring] and [Nie] both became active.

Sure enough, you can only work well if you have enough food and drink. The ancients honestly do not deceive me. Lynn, who has hardly ever suffered from starvation or cold in the 21st century, can't help but sigh with emotion.

Compared to the rough eating of Lynn and Bill, Yefne, who wrapped her lunch in oiled paper and chewed it in small bites, looked much more elegant and beautiful. Even so, she was no slower than the two of them in destroying food, and even faster. Counting points, I don't know how she developed such a dining ability.

When the last bit of the sandwich was swallowed by Lynn with the eel gravy, the gratitude in his emerald eyes was enough to make any harsh big-nosed bishop nod with satisfaction. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Seeing Lynn's contented expression, Bill couldn't help but chuckle happily.

"Although pleasure is good, you must also learn to control yourself, little gentleman."

"I'm really hungry."

The blood went to the stomach to be digested, and Lynn, whose brain was languid, was so small that he defended himself. Mr. Bill's teasing was automatically filtered in the face of this lunch of at least 20p. Ye Fani glanced at the two gentlemen who got along very harmoniously, a different light flashed in Tian Lan's serious eyes, but she was quickly suppressed by her.

Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk Tuk!

There was a rhythmic knock on the door from the reception room, and a quiet and restrained female voice came from outside at the same time.

"Yephne, Bill, if I guess right, you've run out of lunch. Sandwiches, meatloaf, eel, and the scent of [spring]? Don't tell me that you all went crazy and turned into cuppers last night, The forge will blast you into pristine powder and throw it into the forge."

"Dear Miss Atariel, your divination finally made a mistake. I don't know if I should be lamented or happy, after all, I have been looking forward to this day." Bill got up and went to open the door.

"I don't do divination, Bill, I just smell it, and take back the word hound you want to say."

The door opened, and a young girl in a wheelchair moved in unhurriedly. Her eye-catching eyes of different colors stared at Lin En the first time she came in. The jewel-like blue and red seemed to contain catkin-like shattering stars, and the [Spring] in Lin En's body was beating fiercely and neatly. for a moment.

As if being pulled by something, I can't see it but I can't touch it.