Kraken looked away from Daria's pale face and turned to ask the maid about her next schedule. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The nine generals have arrived at the Coral Palace and are waiting for your reception in the waiting hall, as well as the master Trofim from the mountains of Lucia, please take the time to visit his laboratory, the half-golem transformation operation has been completed."

"Well, I see," Kraken said to the maid, stroking his scepter, "you go to the waiting hall and tell the generals to wait a moment, and I'll go to the laboratory to talk to Mr. Trofim first." ”

The maid nodded in response, and glanced behind her before leaving, suggesting that the mistress still had a group of blessed angels to be sent away.

Kraken turned to look at the twelve blessed angels, and said in a usual arrogant tone: "I'm very busy today, I don't have time to teach you a lesson, so I'll wait here obediently, and when I'm done dealing with the affairs on the island, I'll go back and take you to the astral plane with me." ”

"Yes, my master." The angels replied in unison, only Daria's stubborn clenched lip remained silent.

Kraken frowned, and swung the troll scepter to whel her away.

"Get up, look me in the eye, and speak!"

"Yes...... My master. Daria choked with tears in her eyes.

"Hehe, I was pretending to be a chaste martyr just now, but I didn't give in, you kind of slut, you just owe it!"

With a scathing taunt, Kraken left the summoning hall and walked through a crystal-clear underwater corridor into a room filled with the smell of blood and medicine.

"Master Trofim, is your work going well?" Upon entering, Kraken had a slight smile on his face.

"Thanks to you, beautiful and noble lady, all the best." Trofim bowed, took Kraken's hand, and kissed her on the back.

"This is all thanks to the wisdom of the masters, and perhaps also to the ...... Well, excellent experimental material. Kraken walked over to a crystal vessel shaped like a coffin, looked down at the naked young man lying on his back in the sink, his gaze swept over the other, and he smiled satisfactorily: "He is very young and strong, and I can feel my limbs parasitic on this living, divine body, absorbing the nutrients to the fullest. ”

Trofim took off his glasses and wiped them, and said lightly: "This young man's name is Oleg, he is the last apostle of Mokesh on earth, and at the same time the only carrier of his divinity, and in my opinion, his chances of becoming a god are very slim, none in ten thousand. ”

"A 1 in 10,000 chance is also an opportunity, and it's an insurmountable chasm for mortals, isn't it? Trowfim, you are extremely smart, but what are your chances of becoming a god? ”

"Almost zero, my lady, you always speak so aggressively, if I don't have thick skin, I would be really embarrassed."

"Haha, women are qualified to be willful, not to mention that I am a beautiful and powerful woman." Kraken tossed his long navy blue hair back and didn't mind showing his strength.

"Having said that, I grafted your limb on Oleg's severed left arm, which is equivalent to depositing a part of your life in his body, if he is lucky in the future and is truly a god, then you can also share his divine power through his prosthetic limb, and even have the opportunity to replace him......" Trofim did not continue, smart people know how to talk and leave three points.

"Who knows, for me, the road to becoming a god is far away but not empty, Trofim, when you are promoted to the legendary realm, you will understand how fragile the body and soul of human beings are, and all the gods are dust, so I will not give up even the slimest chance, even if I use some less glorious means, the competition for survival is always cruel, and it is natural justice to live longer and better than others."

"I couldn't agree more with you."

"Since we're so compatible, why don't you stay and work for me? Whatever resources you need, I'll do my best to satisfy you so that you can pursue the research you love with peace of mind, which is much better than wandering around. Kraken looked deeply into Trofim's eyes, and he was sincere.

Trofim smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed lightly: "I really want to promise you, but unfortunately my work can't just be carried out in the study or research room, I have made some small progress with the funding of Ling Gongzi, and now I am applying the above findings to human experiments with your generous funding, what to do next, to be honest, I don't know myself, it is just a waste of your money to continue to stay here, or I have to go out and find new inspiration, and if I need it in the future, I will come back and ask for your funding." ”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Kraken's eyes, but he quickly regained his smile: "Master, you know that I am the most respectful of scholars, freedom and wisdom are the eternal driving force to promote the progress of the world, inspiration is the ultimate combination of freedom and wisdom, any attempt to restrain and suffocate inspiration is the most shameful crime, of course I can't stop you from pursuing the truth, the Coral Palace is always open to you, and you are welcome to come back at any time." ”

"Thank you very much for your forgiveness, ma'am, for without such a generous and merciful protector as you, the pursuit of truth would have run aground, and our civilization would have come to a standstill, and no amount of flowery words I may have used to express my gratitude to you, let us now look at the results of the study, which is my parting gift to you."

Trofim walked up to the sink and activated the magic device, the force field wall covered by the sink quietly disappeared, and Oleg, who was sleeping in the sink, trembled slightly, then opened his eyes and sat up blankly.

"Are you alright, Oleg Nikolayevich."

"I'm a little dizzy, Mr. Trofim, you said you were going to fit me with a prosthetic leg, but ......" Oleg looked down at his left arm, his face contorted.

The left arm was indeed fitted with a prosthetic leg, but it was not the human arm he imagined, but a crimson tentacle, with smooth, wet muscles that squirmed slightly, sometimes elongated and sometimes contracted, looking like some kind of mollusk.

"What is this weird thing, you transplanted an octopus foot for me?"

"Mr. Oleg, please calm down, in fact it is not an octopus foot, but the wrist and foot of a semi-purgatory deep sea squid, from this beautiful and noble lady beside me, this precious gift embodies the extraordinary talent of the deep sea giant, greatly increases your strength, and stretches freely, can reach you up to thirty feet away, more dexterous than a human arm, you may not be comfortable now, but when you get acquainted with this new limb......" Trofim smiled, "you will definitely love it." (To be continued.) )