In the rectangular room, decorated with the marble ceiling of the twin sword logos, there are rows of papers stacked on long tables, and the instruments glow with a cold glow in the white light. Wonderful Study.. People come and go - everyone wears a mask on their face, busy but "quiet" because no one speaks, and the sound of the heel hitting the white smooth tile is the loudest sound of it.

There are several doors in the room, one on one side and two on the other.

The various data cables connected to the instrument stretched out to the two doors, poking into them, as if swallowed, and there was no end in sight—

Sand......

When busy, the door that was left open on one side quietly opened, and the masked woman stepped in—but no one reacted, they went their separate ways, as if no one had ever entered.

But a few people walked out of a corner: "Lady Podika - the Prophet data captured in the Night of the Guardian has been collected, and we are ready to update the system for the keys. ”

"How's the key going?" The masked woman named Podica - that's not her name, it's just a 'code name'.

Everyone in Sword of Kings has a mask, a player identity, and a codename.

But this is not a sign of mutual distrust.

"The recovery was so fast that we didn't even feel like 'it' was actually hurt. Wonderful study.."

Podica didn't speak, but her brow furrowed slightly under the mask.

Until now, she still remembers the girl with the bloody blade in her hand, and her heart is palpitating - only by facing it can she feel that power.

"Reconfirm the situation of the 'key', and start the upgrade under all circumstances." After a moment, she spoke.

"Yes."

Seeing that the person in front of her turned away again, Podica did not leave, but turned around and walked through the crowd, to use an inexplicable analogy, she looked like the factory owner in eighteenth-century England, staring closely at the work of the factory textile workers, stern but not domineering - although Britain had achieved the fruits of the Industrial Revolution, it was also a time full of competition and variability, and the factory owners had their own challenges.

After the men had been ordered to retreat, Podica walked to one of the two doors.

Before he could get closer, the sound of a vessel breaking into the ground sounded from it—

"It's not enough! Not enough! Then came a hurried, slightly frantic voice, and Podica raised an eyebrow at the person closest to the door.

"Report...... Be...... It's Dr. Frankenstein, there's a problem with fusion clearance, and our sequence is insufficient. "While most of the people who work here are already nerves numb by what happens in three days, it's still a bit cringe.

Just from the code name of this doctor, you can already feel this nervousness-

"The sequence is insufficient." Podica repeated.

"Yes...... The Doctor said—"

"King! To pick up a sword he has to be a king, and that's not enough, damn it! The hysterical voice sounded again, and there was an even more momentum of devouring life alive, so that everyone did not dare to speak.

"Was he sure he was going to do the experiment that thoroughly? Although the boy's weapons were rare, it was necessary to do everything to send him to the throne......" Podica frowned.

No one dared to answer.

The members of King's Sword are well aware of the rules of the world of ashes - this directly affects the internal "rules" of King's Sword, there are no sequences and positions, and they do not give their opinions at will.

The king - Rao is the man of the king's sword, and he has not heard of these trumpets for a long time, as if they are all legendary things, out of reach.

"Someone else is needed!" Just then, Podica received a message - she raised her hand to open it, and the crazy man with his hair was standing in front of the screen, his tone and voice were familiar, "Find the right other person!" ”

"You've got to tell me what the right person is." Podica glanced around, and the "subordinates" continued their work with great obedience, as if they hadn't heard their conversation at all.

"Strengthen the key first - you can't open the high-level ash world if you don't have enough privileges, I need a perfect field ......" Dr. Frankenstein said in a hurried, somewhat frantic tone, "We need to hurry!" Hurry up—"

"Please make it clear." Podica asked patiently - talking to Frankenstein is a technical job.

Like Frankenstein in Frankenstein, he is a genius and creative man, and was one of the earliest members of King's Sword, but every member of King's Sword has heard a rumor that this genius had been stimulated seven years ago and had become mentally unsane.

But in the eyes of some, there is a fine line between a genius and a madman.

"I need more privileges to collect traces of the prophets, and I'll use Mr. Lan's design." Suddenly, Frankenstein calmed down, his tone was calm and composed, and the crazy look just now was swept away—it made people even more puzzling, "Release some more test subjects and let them grow, so that it can be easier for my later training." ”

"Putting those things will be targeted by the Xinghai Bureau." Podica said, "Are you sure? ”

"Xinghai Bureau? That kind of garbage stuff isn't binding at all - whatever? Frankenstein's tone was abruptly fierce.

This simple conversation completely shows the terrible neuroticism of this doctor - everyone is afraid to come out, thinking that the next second this person will point at him and say, "This man is so ugly, kill him." "Something.

Podika was silent for a moment before nodding: "I'll arrange it." ”

In fact, she is only an executor, and above her there are decision-makers who have more say than she -

Those true constructors of the King's Sword.

Podica had to admit – they might all be a little nervous.

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Bai Chen was physically exhausted because of the battle with Fujii Nadeshiko, and although she recovered quickly, she still asked for leave to be on the safe side.

This girl who has nothing to do with asking for leave has asked for leave twice in a month, and the head teacher is so scared that she has to ask in person.

…… On the day she went to school, she went to the office for a while.

"Are you okay? If there's something you have to tell your teacher, you'll have to tell your teacher. ”

"I'm fine."

"That's good, don't hold back if you really have something, your grades are so good, it's almost your third year of high school, don't hold back if you are under pressure."

"I'm fine."

"That's fine, you listen to the teacher, if you don't feel very good, you need to find a teacher or a good friend-"

“……”

When she was finally able to get out of the office, she counted the time for a moment.

It's good that the time used to make up the exam papers has been used up by the head teacher.

She didn't know what she was feeling, and turned to leave—only to see someone she hadn't seen in a while. Pen Fun Library .