Magus Tech

Richard didn't think about it any more. After all, this kind of thing digs deeper and becomes more complicated. The shady scene may be unimaginable.He doesn't have the time and energy to squander, the most important thing now is to leave Pompeo safely.

Looking at Rommel, Richard said: "Supervisor, I can consider your suggestion. However, Mofang Transportation, I am afraid that I am not good at developing it by myself. Maybe when I have ideas, I draft a blueprint to let Organize a cooperative study of interested wizards. However, that is after my personal research breakthrough. I still want to try it now, can I solve the problems encountered in my research."

"Then wish you every success." Rommel smiled. "I hope you will return to Pompeii with victory and joy."

Speaking of words, Rommel printed special seals with mana fluctuations on the two documents and put them in a cabinet on one side to seal them.After that, he took out a brand new document from the cabinet, signed his name, and printed the seal, and handed it over.

"Wizard Richard, this is the proof that you can get the support of Pompeii resources while you are away from Pompeii." Rommel explained, "Specifically, you can call spell materials, borrow materials, ask some technical wizards, etc., save it. Don’t lose it."

"Okay, thank you supervisor." Richard took it, carefully put it in his arms, and then said goodbye, "So, supervisor, will we see you later?"

"Goodbye." Rommel waved.

Richard nodded his head lightly, without further verbosity, and turned to walk outside.

Everything is normal, it seems that he can really leave Pompeii safely... Richard was relieved in his heart, turned left, went downstairs, and walked out of the office.

In the lobby where the affairs were held, the sun shining in reflected the ground in golden, and he stepped on the "Golden Avenue" step by step.Around, there were many other wizards in the hall, talking with the office staff, asking, and arguing about various things.He turned a deaf ear to these, but just kept moving forward, and finally came to the door.

"Hoo-ho---"

After a slight pause at the door, taking a deep breath, Pompeii's peculiar sulfur-smelling air plummets down his mouth and nose and pours into his lungs. Even after staying here for several months, he still feels a little uncomfortable.

But that's okay, I shouldn't breathe this kind of air again...it should be really safe now. In theory, no one can stop him from leaving Pompeii.

Richard did not continue to think about it, and realized that his thinking was fortunate to be suspected of flagging, and stopped cautiously.He smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, then walked out the door calmly and into the glory of the setting sun.

In the brilliance, he was golden.

...

In the hall, it was dark.

More than fifty meters long and wide, like a small playground hall, dozens of bronze lampposts are burning flames.

In the middle of the hall, the gray-white bone table more than three meters long is placed as before, never moved.

Suddenly, the air fluctuated.

An old man, wearing a long black robe, did not know when to appear in the room out of thin air.He stepped closer to the bone table, silently as he walked, like a fog.

After a while, he walked behind the bone table and sat down against the high-back bone chair.I meditated for a while on the high-back bone chair and made a low voice, like I was talking to myself: "Is the deep sea super life, really a bit powerful, but..."

"But... it's destined to be eliminated." The man chuckled and then calmed down, reaching for the high pile of documents on the surface of the bone table.

He grabbed a document and was about to examine it in detail. A small door in the corner of the hall opened with a "squeak" and a fat man weighing over two hundred jins ran in.

The fat man trot near the bone table and said with a sweat: "Master, there is news from Chekhov in the kingdom of heaven."

"Chaff?" The man's eyebrows moved slightly, and he quickly remembered things that had been ignored.

Twenty days ago, Chekav, his servant, told him that he was undergoing soul restoration in the kingdom of heaven.After the soul repair is completed, after finding the memory of his lifetime, he will go to the branch of the Southern Freedom League.The other party is very convinced that they can find some secrets hidden in the Southern Free Federation, which may damage the interests of the organization and want to expose it to contribute. On the other hand, it is also a shame for washing up the accidental death.

In fact, he did not take this matter too seriously.After all, there are too many things that organizations have to deal with now, from deep seas to snowy mountains, from forests to swamps, from continental trends to the spread of dangerous technology control, from scope secrecy to programmatic containment, and so on.

It’s just visible, it’s already busy enough, and it’s invisible...or it’s not exposed. In fact, there is no need to put too much energy into it.

He knows the branch of the Southern Free Confederation, and is now in charge of Rommel.

Rommel was kinder to another color ring manager, Foehn, and was a bit cold to him in comparison.But he did not think that the other party would do anything to betray the organization, even if the other party did not support him.

He believes that the other party's ability and loyalty is enough to manage many things in the Southern Free Confederation-even if there are some minor problems, it should be a trivial problem.After all, it was him, and when dealing with many things, he also made some mistakes, which is understandable.

The reason why he sent Chkaf and Gorov as supervisors was that his real purpose was nothing more than to understand the current situation of various branches of some organizations, so that things could be dealt with quickly.To be honest, he doesn't want to start with a certain branch, so that the members of the branch have awe of him.

The people of the entire organization serve the true God. Members should not fear him or the rest of the color ring chiefs. There should be only one object of awe, that is, the true God, the ruler of heaven and the entire world.

Therefore, although Chekaf's words were strong, he just took a natural attitude.

After Chekhov's resurrection, he can really investigate what he can do. He can naturally adjust the Southern Free Federation.If there is nothing to be investigated, it is a misunderstanding and there is no regret.

As long as the entire organization is under the guidance of the true God, along the prescribed path, there are occasional minor problems, no matter what.The direction is correct, the future is shining, and eventually the whole world will usher in salvation.

At most it is the difference between earlier and later.

So now, will it be because your own people notice problems in advance and let redemption come sooner, or will your own people make mistakes in judgment, waste precious resources, and make redemption a bit late?

The man looked at the fat man at the table, Goroff, and said, "Cichaff's message, should his soul be completely repaired, then let's get through, let me ask him, what do you want to do?" what."

"Yes." Gorof answered, turning his hand and wondering where to take out a crystal ball with a diameter of more than 30 centimeters, and gently put it on the ground to quickly operate it.

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