Magus Tech

The chunky man walked in and stopped, bending his waist diligently, the protruding breasts and the more protruding tummy slamming together, making a "clap" sound.

The chunky man looked at the man sitting on the bone chair, and said respectfully, "Master Grey Mist, I am back."

The man known as Lord Grey Mist did not move, and continued to be enchanted.

The chubby man, with the three chins connected to his face, shuddered a few times, and after thinking about it, he raised his tone and called again: "Master! I'm back."

The man just turned his head and glanced slightly at the fat man and asked, "Is everything done?"

"The north side and the east side have been inspected and found some minor problems, so hurried back to report to you." Fatty said.

"North and east?" The man frowned. "So, half of the space hasn't been finished yet? Golov, your efficiency is a bit low."

"Sir, please forgive me." The fat man bent down deeply, showing an expression of sincerity and fear, and the fat on his face was trembling, like he was going to throw oil out.

"Adult, I really tried my best, but there are too many places to go to. I dare not neglect, the speed is naturally very slow. And, I am alone..." The fat man quickly explained.

"One person?" The man heard this, interrupted the fat man, and asked slightly strangely, "Isn't Chekhov cooperating with you to check, why are you alone?"

"This..." The fat man hesitated, looked up at the man quietly, and asked tentatively, "Adult, you forgot, Chkaf had sacrificed a few months ago?"

"Huh?" The man froze a little, frowning first, then slowly opened his head, and slightly lowered his head with some relief. "Yeah, I remembered. Chekav really sacrificed, checking the Southern Free Confederation." What happened during the division, the division there also submitted a very detailed report explaining the situation."

"Yes, adult." The fat man echoed.

"In this case, it would be a bit difficult for you to work alone. After all, the rest of me were sent to another place." The man thought and thought for a while, "So, prepare resources, put Chekav's resurrection will also reduce your burden."

"Adult, I'm afraid it's a little difficult to do this." The fat man said with difficulty.

"How?" the man asked.

"This is it, sir," the fat man explained. "The sacrifice of Chkaf is different from the normal sacrifice. His soul seems to have been broken, so even if he tries to recall his soul at a costly price, there are very many There is a high probability of failure and he cannot be resurrected perfectly."

"Is this still the case?" The man raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, "Then just use the backup memory and revive him."

"Is this really the case?" the fat man asked with some surprise. "Adult, if you do this, Chekav's soul will never have any hope of being recalled. Without his soul, you can't get all of his lifetime memories. .

This is second, the important thing is that the resurrected Chekhov is just a replica.Maybe he will give birth to a new soul, but he will be extremely weak, his personality will change, it is easy to cause problems, and he can't grow further than before.

I remember my lord, I was very optimistic about Chekaf. I wanted to train him to be a supervisor of the Golden Ring to serve the organization.If this is the case, he has no hope of becoming a gold ring. It can only be a blue ring like me, and it is still a poor one."

"Do you think I don't know this, Golof?" The man said, "I know. But you also said that his soul is broken, the chance of recall is extremely low, and the result of forcibly pursuing a perfect resurrection is likely. It’s unsuccessful to consume a lot of resources. So, what else can you do?"

"Maybe sir, you can choose to use God's favor and ask for help from the kingdom of heaven."

"Shenjuan? Huh." The man chuckled, then shook his head, "Do you mean to let the true god take action? Yes, the true god is omnipotent and can do everything. But the true god is also busy and will not be casual One thing in person. In exchange for a lot of dignity, in exchange for the perfect resurrection of Chkaf, it is indeed possible, but it is not worth it. So, use the backup memory to resurrect."

"Yes." The fat man named Grov no longer said much, nodded and turned away, ready to operate.

Without going a few steps, the man suddenly asked out loud, "Oh, Goroff, you just said that Chekav’s soul was broken, what the hell is going on? Find out, why is it broken, and the Southern Free Confederation is handed over In the report, this is not mentioned."

"This..." Goroff stopped and turned to look at the man and shook his head. "Adult, I haven't investigated yet, but according to the information now available, I can determine the status of Chekaf and the East Coast incident. We The sacrificed members are somewhat similar.

In the previous East Coast incident, many of the members we sacrificed showed a large part of this broken soul and could not achieve a perfect resurrection.The rest are nothing, but Muse Manager is a pity as a very powerful member."

"East Coast Incident?" The man's eyebrows rose slightly and suddenly became silent. The flames on the bronze lampposts around him were pressed down in unison.

After a few seconds, the man tilted his lips thoughtfully and said slowly: "I remember it well, when the East Coast incident happened, it was not me on duty, it was the guy from Foehn."

"Yes, lord, it was the chief of Foehn, who was in charge of everything in the organization," Gorov said.

"That guy..." The man glanced at the memories, and said slowly, "I have to say, a little arrogant. Although I have been with him for so long, I am still a little unaccustomed to him. I remember correctly, because of the East Coast incident. Affected, his duty time was shortened, and I will take over in advance. He is not dissatisfied with this on the surface, and he will not know it secretly. The situation of Chekaf this time is similar to the East Coast, and it is really a bit meaning……"

Goroff's amber eyes widened, and there seemed to be sweat dripping from the fat on his face. He asked in a panic: "Master, you will not doubt that Foehn Feng is in charge of him..."

"I didn't." The man shook his head and replied very confidently, "This is definitely not the revenge of Foehn's guy. He will not do this, nor dare to do it. After all, everything is watched by the true God. No matter how dissatisfied he is, it is impossible to do such a thing that infringes the interests of the organization and against the will of the true God, unless there are too many spiritual favors that he thinks he has."

"Huh--" Gorof breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the man with his eyes, "What do you mean, sir?"

"I mean, I think this is a bit weird," the man said. "I'm afraid of the death of Chekaf. It's not as simple as the report submitted by the Southern Free Confederation. The director Rommel there has a relationship with Foehn. It’s always good, maybe there will be some secrets."