Magus Tech

Somewhere in the world, the headquarters of the Truth Society.

In a room measuring more than 50 meters long and 10 meters high, dozens of bronze lamp posts burned quietly as before, releasing a dim light.

In the center of the room, behind a ivory smooth bone table, sits a man with colorful rings.On the surface of the bone table, there are many documents, and the men are browsing one by one.

After a long while of browsing, a "squeak" sounded, a small door on the wall of the room opened, and a fat figure walked in quickly.

The man sitting behind the bone table noticed something, put down the browsed file, and gently raised his head to look at the figure that came in.

"Golov, something?" the man asked aloud.

The fat man Golov, who came in, stood still and bent down hard, reporting congratulations: "Adult, do you remember the fact that you resurrected Chikaf more than three months ago? The resurrection failed because People from the Kingdom of God are preventing them, and they are repairing Chekaf’s soul. You tell me that when Chekaf’s soul is repaired, let him contact you immediately."

The man raised his eyebrows and guessed a certain possibility. He asked aloud: "So, Chkaf's soul has been repaired? Isn't it slow? At the time, it said that it might take four months."

"Uh, it wasn't actually repaired." Gorov quickly explained.

"What's going on?" The man frowned.

"That's it, sir." Goroff opened his mouth. "It takes about four months for Chekaf's soul to be repaired, but it has been repaired to the present, but most of it has been repaired, allowing him to recover part of it. Memory, with certain communication skills. He took the initiative to contact you and wanted to communicate with you."

"Is that so?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Okay, let me know. I'm curious about what happened to him."

"Yes." Golov responded, wiping a sweat and operating in situ.

I only saw a flip of his hand and a crystal ball appeared in his hand.This crystal ball is surprisingly large, with a diameter of more than thirty centimeters, and its shape is strictly not a standard spherical shape, but a little flat.The surface has a deeply recessed texture, like a pumpkin, and it has been in the storage room for a long time.

Goroff, holding a flat crystal ball in his hand, bent down and put it carefully on the ground, then slap on the top of the crystal ball.

With the infusion of mana, the crystal ball suddenly turned on, the surface gleamed with green brilliance, and a light blue light burst out inside, forming a three-dimensional human image about half a meter above the crystal ball.

The image is blurry and does not have much detail, but from those capable eyes, it can barely recognize that it is Chekaf-because of Richard, he died for a long time.

After Chkaf appeared, he looked around and saw the man sitting directly behind the bone table in front of him.

"Well." The man responded softly, not very concerned, and asked quietly, "Chekav, I heard Golov say that your soul has not been completely restored, only a part of the memory is recovered, just Anxious to see me, is there anything wrong?"

"Yes, sir." Chekaf said. "I found a problem in the memory that I have recovered. It was related to my death. It was not easy to deceive what was happening in the Southern Free Confederation. ."

"You mean, let me deal with the branch of the Southern Free Confederation now?" the man asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No." Chkaf shook his head. "I dare not let adults do this. After all, my memory is not complete, even if the memory is complete, there is no direct evidence. It is too direct to deal with the division of a region in this way. Sloppy, I can’t afford it if something goes wrong, and it’s not good for adults.

"So what do you want to do?" the man asked.

Chekaf replied: "Adult, my idea is to let you pay more attention to the Southern Freedom Federation recently, and be vigilant to prevent any major accidents. However, according to my guess, they should not be exposed so anxiously.

After a while, I have recovered all my memories. After a perfect resurrection, I will personally go to the Southern Free Confederation again.At that time, I have the confidence to figure out everything and give adults an explanation."

"Is that so?" The man looked at Chekav and asked seriously, "How long will it take until you have completely repaired your soul and restored all your memories?"

"According to the current progress, at most one month."

"All right," the man agreed.

"Thank you, sir." Chkaf bowed to salute, the figure slowly dissipated, and the crystal ball placed on the ground dimmed.

The contact is over.

Golov, who had been waiting next to him, walked towards the crystal ball, ready to put away.

The man turned his head and looked at Goroff. He suddenly asked, "Goroff, what do you think of this?"

"Ah?" Gorough froze, stopped, and looked at the man in doubt, "Adult, what do you think?"

"Do you think that Chkaf is telling the truth? Or is he hiding something?" the man asked.

Goroff showed an unexpected expression, his eyes widened and his mouth wide open, apparently not expecting such a question to be asked.

"I...adult, I think... what Chekaf said should be true... right, he is your man, after all, he dare not deceive you." Goroff stuttered, quite Tension, "Like me, I am absolutely loyal to you, as loyal to the true God, without any deception."

"Maybe..." the man said noncommittally.

Goroff panicked, almost kneeling on the ground with his legs soft, and said quickly: "Adult, I really did not deceive you, I..."

"Okay, I'm talking about Chkaf." The man gave Golov a glance.

"Uh, yes." Goroff just returned to normal.

"Okay, let's go first." The man looked at Goroff and waved in disgust.

"Yes." Gorov quickly walked towards the door, but he did not walk a few steps, and was stopped by the man again.

"wait!"

"Why, sir?" Goroff stopped and turned to look at the man.

"Take away the eyes of Moge." The man pointed at the crystal ball left on the ground.

"Yeah, yes." Gorof realized that he had forgotten, walked to the crystal ball, stretched out his hands, and quickly left the room.

After Goroff left, the man looked at the closed door, shook his head slightly, and commented softly: "It's really too far behind Chekaf, it's too far."

"I hope that Chekaf really hasn’t concealed. After all, excellent men are really rare. If you can’t lose it, you won’t lose it. If one month later, Chekaf can prove his loyalty and really dig out something, it’s good. .hope……"