Overgod Ascension

A few days later, Steel Lake City.

In a cafe near the street, Charles was dressed in a decent suit, wearing golden silk glasses, reading a newspaper, drinking coffee at leisure, and attracting a lot of attention just like those in the upper echelons of society.

“Boss! ”

He waited for a moment, and a man in a black coat came over, with an exciting colour on his face: "Are you finally back? ”

“Actually, no! ”

Charles shook his head: “I… had other plans, this time just to come out and stay a few days! ”

Since knowing that the Lord God space began to directly absorb the Living Returner, many teams of Spiritual Returners have been interested in receiving one or two members.

After all, there's a lot of information in reality that needs to be brought in, and there's something in reality that needs to be done.

Due to the pioneering nature of participating in the rotating task, the spiritual returners dominated the main god space, and at the beginning, the new returnees really fell into the dilemma of only working for them.

More importantly, even if such a humble identity does not necessarily have sufficient opportunities - the returnees, especially the spiritual ones, are very attentive to their own secrecy.

They prefer to temporarily ignore their families in the real world and not divulge any information until there is precise assurance and trust.

Sitting in front of Charles was this lucky guy, nicknamed Gray Mouse, who signed contracts with almost all Charles' team members, or the kind of death deed notarized by the Lord God's Space that couldn't be broken at all, who became the butler of their team in the real world, silently funded and sheltered their families and friends, and handled a lot of things they couldn't get out of.

And in return, they also carried this gray mouse, which allowed him to live through the most dangerous period of newcomers, and his current strength is quite good among the returnees, and he is quite deserving.

“Is it not enough to contribute? ”

Gray Mouse is somewhat confused: “I have more here...”

“No! It's not about that...”

Charles shook his head slightly, his gap was at least million-level, and a grey mouse's savings were just a cup of water, squeezing his entire team dry.

“What I want you to do, how's it going? ”

Charles didn't want to talk about it any more and immediately changed the subject.

“I've looked into all the information on those people! ”

Gray Mouse said, handing Charles a folder.

Charles picked it up, opened the cowhide paper bag and saw a thick pile of records and photographs, all scenes of several families' lives.

These are his teammates, or the families of his former dead teammates, who entrust him with the care of the Gray Mouse.

As for his own family?

Despite the promise of the contract, he did not want to entrust the harm to others, so he kept his mouth shut and prepared to do it himself.

It now appears that, while the consideration of gray rats is somewhat overly vigilant, there are not many disadvantages.

“Very well, I brought out a sum of gold, and you handled it. Remittances are still the old rule. Call those accounts! ”

Charles casually threw a black travel bag at the gray mouse.

He threw it in a flimsy light, but the hand gray rat caught was heavy and shocked the table.

“Okay... okay! ”

Though already a returner, Gray Mouse had to swallow a sip of water to think of the value of the gold in his hands.

“And it's been a long time since your last report, hasn't it? What's new? About reality…”

Charles exhaled, staring at a picture of a werewolf in the paper: "Doesn't the world seem very peaceful these days? ”

“Werewolf Siegel! He is now famous in the space of the Lord God. I don't know how many guys hate him for biting his teeth and cutting his teeth. I think he broke the rules! ”

Gray rats whispered.

“Breaking the rules? ”

Charles suddenly smiled: "Who says that we, the extraordinary, can only hide in the gutter forever, like rats? Oh... sorry, I didn't mean to be any sarcasm! ”

“It doesn't matter...”

Gray Mouse is obviously interested in what Charles just said: "You mean... boss? Can we still stand in the sun? ”

“There is nothing to hide about the identity of the returnees, and one day it will be proud! ”

This is Charles' instinct. After all, at the rate at which the Lord God's space is expanding now, it's astonishing. He's not sure that one day in the future, the whole planet will be a rehearsal.

Alternatively, the power of the returnees takes an absolute advantage, thus becoming the upper echelons of society.

These social elites now possess the power and the power of money, but they possess real superpowers.

Those who possess power must possess power!

Under the power of life and death, what does a little money count for?

“If only there was such a day! ”

The gray mouse murmured and said, “There is nothing significant about the world except the fact that Siegel the werewolf was in the newspaper and Pandorne's rebellion. ”

For the citizens of the Golden Oak kingdom, they will not necessarily be able to leave the city where they live for the rest of their lives. There is no sense of rebellion in a country a thousand miles away, apart from a feeling of misfortune and happiness.

In this regard, Charles, even if there is a little bit of psychology.

But after all, he was the superior, hidden in his mind about what had happened to Pandorn, and then he noticed the reservation in the Grey Mouse saying: “On the bright side? So there's more in the dark? ”

“Exactly! And that's the point! ”

The gray mouse turns to clotting: “I suspect that in the upper realm, the presence of our returnees has been exposed! ”

“The evidence is that there are several guys who have communicated with me that they are suspected of being monitored. ”

“Surveillance? ”

Charles frowned: “Is that all? ”

“Of course not! ”

Gray Mouse shook his head: “With it, there's all kinds of luck, such as rising careers, consecutive promotions to public office, getting a lot of capital to do business...”

“Really...”

Charles doesn't know what to say.

It seems that the other party is doing everything to pull the circles together, and as long as people do not live in a vacuum, there is bound to be an intersection with society, there are parents, relatives, friends and lovers… all these relationships can be hugely machine mobilized to influence the circles.

Otherwise, in the ancient days before Wu Ming, when he knew that entering the public gate was deeply like the sea, why are there still so many giants who want to eat the public meal and sell blood to sell themselves?

“Phew…”

I don't know how long it's been since Charles breathed a sigh of relief: "Well... this isn't surprising! After all, that damn novel has already declared everything to the world! ”

“On this matter… I have a little news that the author seems to have been federally compiled and has also placed the name of a special adviser in the government! ”

The gray mouse grabbed his hair and looked puzzled: "Though he knew he couldn't be the Lord God, it still gave him a rather strange feeling. ”

The returner cannot voluntarily divulge information about the main divine space, but if it is inadvertently divulged, or without his own subjective will, the space will not perform the obliteration, which is a loophole.

It is no secret to the whole kingdom that once there are truly compiled returnees, the news of their spiritual returnees.

Name, face, age… and traits of horizontal death. Just check the database of the most recent death toll and you will definitely find the names of many returnees from the extension.

“Damn it! ”

Charles punched him on the table.

Whoever it is, will never be so happy to see others dig into their secrets.

Moreover, the kingdom of Golden Oak is not a gray mouse, and once determined to scrutinize one by one, with the procedural rules and cumbersome formalities of modern society, he will surely discover his existence.

“Why didn't I change my name at first, and look? ”

Charles was depressed, but knew it was too late.

His fame will definitely interest the city hall and the detectives.

“We have to move immediately, and the families of those teammates...”

Charles had a deep sense of unease in his heart.

It is not wise to put your harm in the hands of others.

To this day, there are a number of Charles who can entrust his life and death teammates to die for him and, incidentally, to take care of his family.

He can't see them in any way.

And just after he muttered it, the gray mouse across the street twisted anxiously, seemingly a little rushed and nervous.

“What the hell happened? ”

Charles looked serious and suddenly brought great majesty.

It was a bonus of real killing, power and power. Gray rats couldn't resist and immediately told everything:

“It's the Mettlers! I've been having a little trouble lately, boss. Trust me, I can fix it! ”

“Mettler? ”

Charles closed his eyes slightly, as if he had a thick face with a slightly sharp face.

That was his best friend who was born and died together, and without him, he would never have made it.

“What's going on at his house? ”

Charles' voice suddenly became so cold.

“Just a little problem! Well... I do have a problem..."

The gray mouse's face was red, blue, and finally he told the truth: "Boss? Last time you asked us to wire a lot of money to his house, you had a couple of props, right? ”

“Exactly! Are they in trouble? ”

Those props were useful to ordinary people, even though Charles spent a little time redeeming them, which was immediately reminiscent of that.