Imagine such a person, first of all, he should have a silver natural curl, a team that seems to have seen a lot of the impermanence of the world, so that everything is not alarmed, like the sea-time specialty that has been pickled for a long time, and the eyes are as calm and protein-rich as the special products of the sea time that have been pickled for a long time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Finally, there is an expression full of indifference and slack to the extreme.

What would you think of if you fused all these elements together and threw them into a tattered-looking tattered little shop with a layer of dust, piles of hazmat suits and gas masks, and a whole bunch of even stranger displays?

Eighty percent of the things you will think of, this person is probably a middle-aged uncle who has nothing to do, so the purpose is to mess around.

Even the owner himself had to admit this.

By the way, his name is Silver, and he's the manager of Gray Mouse.

Of course, you can also call him silver, which means the same anyway.

Some dilapidated gates on it. Pushed away like this, a scavenger wearing a gas mask, wearing a tattered old-fashioned protective suit, and carrying a large package on his back walked in.

"Ahh......h

"So, tell me, this guest, for the emperor's sake, do you need any goods?" There is no doubt that this way of speaking will not find customers in other places.

But considering the uniqueness of the location of the store and the irreplaceability of the customers he faces, it is clear that these are not too many troubles.

"No...... I don't have anything to buy. A hoarse voice, which had become hoarse and rough because of the poisonous air that had been breathing for many years, replied.

"So, it's selling?" The store manager scratched his natural curly silver hair, "Let me see, but I can't guarantee that I will buy it." ”

"That's pretty much it." The scavenger said as he slowly stepped forward and rested his bag on the table.

With a puff of dust, the huge package was thrown onto the counter.

Then, the scavenger raised his hand and tinkered twice in his bag, finally pulling out a small spherical object.

"This is ......" The store manager looked at the ball, his eyes suddenly widened, "Ed? ”

"Hello, Silver." A blue light flashed in the scavenger's eyes.

The dilapidated door was locked with an equally worn lock, the scanner swept every inch of the room without any blind spots, and the shelter was activated. Make sure no one is monitoring what is happening here with any technology or psionic means.

After doing this, Silver pulled Ed into a "door" that shimmered with a lilac light.

It is a completely sealed warehouse, with no gate or any physical connection to the outside world, and is only connected to the outside world by a miniature wormhole

。 The inner walls are covered with white self-cleaning material and are spotlessly clean.

Silver expertly pulls out the mission gear belonging to Ed from the locker that rises from the ground.

"I'll show you this." Silver said, "The Light Peel Field Generator, also known as the Sunkiller Engine, can temporarily suck out all light within a certain radius. ”

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Inquisitor Antaris slowly tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, looking at the materials in front of him, and looked disapprovingly at the mechanical priest standing in front of him with an expressionless face.

"Father Tia, I hope your message is clear, because my men have searched so many places, and if Moses' nest still can't be found, I may choose to change partners."

"Because we're doing so much, we can only rely on your acolyte, but we'll also provide technical and material support accordingly, don't we just say that?" The hooded mechanical priest responded, his tone still unfluctuating.

"However, I now have serious doubts about the accuracy of your intelligence." Antaris said as he turned his head to look at his psionic acolyte, "Victor senses the remnants of the chaotic energy, and his spirit has begun to become unstable, but it is clear that we have chosen the wrong direction...... The Moses Nest is the last clue at the moment, so I don't want to go wrong this time. ”

"Okay...... If you're not sure, I'll go on my own, and I just happen to have something I want to confirm. Father Tia stood up, then double-clicked in the hood behind his back, and then, with a sound of metal grinding, all the tools behind the mechanical priest fell off.

Father Tia touched his back, then slightly stroked his long black hair.

"How so...... Feeling good? The mechanical priest said.

"You're going to go over like this?"

"Almost," Father Tia nodded, "then, I'll get on the transporter, and goodbye, Inquisitor." ”

Antaris nodded, looking at Tia's back as she left, her face was silent while she was secretly thinking in her heart.

Antaris subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with the priest in front of him, although she seemed to have received almost no modifications, and was even able to disassemble her mechanical prosthetic at will, but was this really normal?

The Director of Forge sent such a low-level mechanical priest to deal with such a serious problem?

No, it's obviously impossible...... It is the Inquisitor's duty to explore secrets, so Judge Antaris will not allow such a thing to happen beyond his expectations.

So, Antaris decided to solve the problem.

"Is it Captain Tru?" Antaris said.

"Yes, sir, what's the arrangement?"

"That's good...... Get the wanderers moving, I hope they'll be able to scrutinize the Upper Nest for everything related to the Cult of the Mechanics, and let my agents go back to the previous data, I want to know if the Mechanics are still hiding something from us, and Father Nuch will help you, he's a master at that. ”

"Yes, my lord," Father Nuch's dry metal voice interjected into the conversation, "but, my lord, though I don't think the priest is a traitor...... But I feel like she's dangerous, and you'd better be careful, sir. ”

"The Emperor is above, and I am the executor of the Emperor's will, so we have nothing to fear."

"Understood, for the sake of the Mechanical Spirit\Emperor," Father Nucy and Captain Tru responded.

"For the Emperor." Piece. silver