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At dawn.

Outside the high walls, the tranquility of the morning keeps everyone in their dreams undisturbed, and they still experience their own joys, sorrows, and fears in their dreams.

But the people inside the walls are not destined to have this tranquility. The same poverty as in the past forced them to be busy, and the different turmoil made them unable to help imagining some beautiful pictures.

They had noticed something different from the previous night before, and their experience of living in the refugee area for many years told them that it would probably not be long before they would have the same good life as outside.

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Mafia headquarters.

"Nope. ”

"Not here. ”

"There are only members of Mafia here, and there are no demonic retinues. ”

"It's the same on my side, there is no demon retinue. ”

The logistics staff in charge of handling the follow-up affairs searched for the demonic retinue inside Mafia, and the surrounding area has been blocked, and now this situation can only indicate that the demonic retinue has left.

"I didn't expect Narto to have a demonic retinue appear, it's really bold. "Sammy, as the head of the logistics department, is leading the logistics department to clean up the enemy's lair.

"Ah, I'm so tired, I miss the days when I used to play games with happy water. He wandered around the Mafia as he muttered words that others couldn't understand, "But speaking of which, this place is too stumpy, isn't it? He looked around and couldn't help but praise his workplace.

"Boss......! There's a chicken out there!" a member of the logistics department hurried over, looking panicked.

Sammy was full of question marks, "what's the reason for a chicken to panic?"

"No...... No, the chicken was a man tall and had a fiery red body. Still...... And threw a half-dead demon retinue on his back in front of us!" The logistics staff hurriedly explained.

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The more Sammy listened, the more it looked like Enaciillin's drawing card made of Leloa's structure.

"Well, that's interesting, isn't Leiloa's construct friend or foe?

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Outside the headquarters in Mafia.

A one-man tall chicken stood at the gate, constantly scanning the crowd at the door, occasionally making a few owl-like calls, and the magic was that everyone present could taste a little impatience and anxiety from its call.

"Captain Fokker, what now?" The personnel of the logistics department were very dazed at this time, he looked at the captain of their squad, the captain has solved so many incidents, large and small, this time it should be no problem, right?

"Wait for Mr. Director to come over. It is not showing hostility at the moment, but just looks around from time to time, perhaps looking for something. Fokker pinched his chin with his left index finger and thumb, looked at the chicken warily, racking his brains for solutions.

"How's it going?" Falk heard a familiar voice, and he turned his head to see Sammy hurrying in.

"Mr. Sammy. He hurriedly took two steps to the side and gave up his position, "At the moment it is not showing hostility, it just gives people a sense of impatience. ”

"Oh?"

"Hmm...... Personally, I think it's looking for something or someone. ”

"Looking for someone, ......? Ah, I see. Okay, let's get everyone busy, I kind of know what it's looking for. ”

Sammy waved his hand and motioned for them all to go their separate ways, then walked over to the creature that Leloa had constructed.

"Uh, are you looking for Leloa or Enacillrin?" Sammy felt like a fool as soon as he said this, how could a chicken know who Leloya and Enacillrin were.

He watched the chicken's reaction, and unsurprisingly, the chicken "cooed" in confusion.

The turkey tilted his head and looked at Sammy, not quite understanding what the man in front of him was talking about, but he had a little bit of the owner's breath on him, probably related to the master.

"Goo! The turkey lifted one of his paws, drew a crooked rectangle on the ground with the tip of his claw, and cooed.

Sammy was a little stunned, not to mention what was painted, as a chicken, it seemed to be a little too smart. "What kind of structure did Leloya add to it, this is ......" Sammy couldn't help muttering to himself, but his face was serious.

"Coo-goo. The turkey flapped his wings and signaled to Sammy that this was what he was trying to say.

Sammy was stunned for a moment, and then thought of something, "Are you the picture card of Enacilliline? you want to find him?" he said as he used psionic energy to construct a miniature version of Enacylin, which was made with Mr. Sammy's limited artistic talent, and his facial features were blurred and his body was a little distorted.

"Coo!" The turkey stared at the scaled-down version of Enacyrin for a moment, flapping his wings twice in excitement.

"So you're looking for Ernacillin, okay, I'll take you to him, but you're running out of energy, aren't you?" Sammy saw its reaction, and felt very novel, and couldn't help but remind it.

If the energy of the drawing card is used up, it will collapse on its own, and then it will only be a new individual, this chicken is so interesting, it is a pity that it collapsed.

"Goo!" the turkey chirped happily at Sammy, twisting and shrinking into a picture card that fell to the ground.

"It's rare that even the psionic energy fluctuations that have been converted back are so cheerful. Sammy shook her head and smiled, and stepped forward to pick up the drawing card.

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Archives of the Association.

"Miss Mo, is it okay to fill it out?" Enacillin, who was sitting at the desk, held a blank file form in his hand, and looked at the columns on it that were not very rigorous, and was a little puzzled, the association's regularization seemed to be too simple.

"Yes, there was originally a period of inspection, but since you grew up in the association, this operation has made a great contribution, so you don't have to go through those messy processes. He flipped through the records and put the essay he had just finished into a folder. Ernacillicillin subconsciously glanced at the cover of the folder, and the three S's marked on it made him retract his gaze - it was the highest level of classified documents.

He picked up the pen and filled in the columns one by one.

Name...... Gender...... Code name...... Codename?" Enacillin was stunned for a moment, he didn't seem to have thought about what his code name was.

"Is there a problem?" he looked at him stunned, and walked over and glanced at the form. "Codename? This is relatively important, and the association will use it in the future to take over tasks, and it is best to fit its own characteristics. ”

"Huh? But I don't have a clue for a while......" Ernacillin made a bitter face, he was okay with a name, he should spare him with this kind of code name or something, he didn't know what code name matched his characteristics, it was too difficult.

"Hmm...... Siam bar. Seeing that he was so distressed, Mo tilted his head and glanced at him, and suddenly said this.

"What does this have to do with him?" But I can't think of it, since Miss Mo thinks it can, there must be a reason, so let's just do it.

Ernacillin made up his mind, picked up the pen and filled it in, he couldn't think of a better one anyway, this code name sounded so handsome.

Knock knock.

A small knock came to the ears of the two of them, and when they turned their heads, Sammy was half-leaning against the door of the archive room, still holding a picture card in his hand.

"Excuse me, I'm here to return the lost item. Sammy approached the desk and handed the drawing card to Ernacillin.

"It's ...... I thought it was running out of energy and crashing. Ernacillin looked at Sammy with some surprise, and after sensing that there was only a trace of energy left inside, he hurriedly injected spiritual energy into it.

"It's a great achievement that it found us on its own, and brought back a half-dead demon retinue. Sammy shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the form that Enacillicline was filling out, raising an eyebrow in the code name column, "Siam?" he was a little strange, and then suddenly realized, "It's really good for you." ”

"Is it suitable again?" Ernacillin was at a loss, until now, he didn't know where it fits, forget it, Miss Mo and Mr. Sammy both said so, then let it be a good fit, maybe it really is.

Sammy looked at him a little dazed, turned his head and looked at Mo Mo who was standing aside and spinning the pen, and instantly understood, let the little guy go blankly, anyway, Miss Mo Mo didn't say, he had no interest in answering, of course, it was definitely not because of any bad taste. Well, absolutely not.

"After filling it in, let's go and let that little guy out to breathe, the logistics office is still very busy, I have to go first." Sammy turned around and waved his hand very gracefully.

"Mr. Sammy said that he had found it on his own, and that the creatures of the Leloa structure had always been indistinguishable from friend and foe, and that they were not even too intelligent, but it clearly did not belong to this category. Could it be that it was mutated in the process of constructing the cards?" After saying goodbye to Sammy, Enaciillin habitually pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, assuming in his mind.

"It's possible. Mo Mo suddenly spoke, and Ernacillin realized that he had said everything in his heart.

"Leloa is special, and his constructs occasionally possess intelligence, which is rare, but not without cases. ”

"This type of individual is generally highly aggressive, and it is not uncommon for them to attack Leloa as soon as they are constructed. ”

"And you are special, although everyone defines your situation as half a soul, but it is difficult to say whether you are a special type or not. ”

Generally speaking, a spiritual person is a group of people who are born with a high spiritual nature, who can see what others can't see, hear what others can't, and perceive what others can't, but that doesn't mean that the spirit likes to be close to them. You are the third one I know of who can be so close to psionics. ”

"You're special, so there's a good chance you'll mutate when you build it into a drawing card. ”

Miss Mo was still half-leaning on the bookcase, turning her pen and helping Enacillirin analyze the turkey.

"Sounds like I could try out a little bit more creature art cards and make the occasional cameo as a summoner. Enacyrin turned the pen in his hand and made a joke.

"It's true that there's an extra cover for going out like this. But you have to remember that we are spiritual messengers, always on guard against Him. Miss Mo rarely took his joke, but the tone of the second half of the sentence was a little heavy.

These are the words written on the title page of Psionics, a nearly lost historical book discovered by the ancient Renagi family, and the original words are:

"You can believe that psionics are our gods, our Lords, but you have to remember that we are only messengers who are dominated by psionic powers. We will always be faithful to God, and we will always be wary of Him. ”

The book was written by the ancestors of the Renaji family, and it is said that the words on the title page were spoken by a servant of the true God.

As a member of the Renagi family, Miss Lin has done a detailed investigation and has obtained the consent of the family elders to summarize a report, which is excerpted below:

"It is known that the Renagi family dates back to the last civilization or even more. The true God we believe in is not spiritual, He is not omniscient, He is not omniscient, He is not the Creator of the world, He is the administrator and guardian of everything. ”

“...... This is a very old god, and He and His Servants are our faith, and even if we are no longer answered, we are still devout believers. ”

“...... They are the closest psionic beings, but they deserve our trust because they have walked in the world. ”

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