Hanging up the phone, Eric looked up, and now the students were returning from shopping, out of the shadows, and the enthusiastic and active nature of the young man quickly radiated from them.

"Boss, what's the matter?" John asked. As the most loyal student, he paid close attention to his tutor's every move, and Eric's caution that flashed when he put down the phone did not escape his eyes, which was completely different from his usual rough personality.

"There's bad news." Eric's expression was gloomy, and the students immediately became alarmed, John and Barbie looked around, Alicent and Mary took a few steps back and looked out the door covertly, Pete put down the snacks and crafts he had bought while shopping, and the others immediately focused.

"Good response, hold on!" Eric complimented, his tone lightened. "The professor called just now, you have been resting for too long, and now that the agreement has been communicated, you should also take care of it. He's complaining that you're falling far behind in your schoolwork, and if you don't go back, your younger siblings will have to catch up. So I decided—"

He dragged out his voice, looked at the students' eyes that had changed from tight to pitiful, and announced the verdict without hesitation.

"So I decided that tomorrow you all went back to the academy."

"Shhh......h After a few days of being active outside, they began to resist the warm and homely college.

Actually, it's true, no matter how good the college is, it is a place of study and recuperation. For young people, there is no comparison to the vast world outside. In the past, there was no choice, so the young heart should also be settled in a small space. At that time, they did not have such a strong feeling when they listened to Eric's lecture, and now they have experienced it for a few days. They don't want to go back to that monotonous academy anymore.

"I also made an appointment to go to the spa." Allison is infinitely lost.

"I also made an appointment to ......", John was stunned, and was poked out by his friends next to him to make a big news, this fire man is worthy of his name, enthusiastic as fire, and he actually met a little beauty nearby in just a few days, and now the two are eyebrows.

"I want to see a movie......", it was Katie and Lorna, and even Pete was nodding.

The most unacceptable is Babi.

"Mr. Eric. Can you stop for a few more days? Just a few days! It was the first time that Bobby had been so close to Eric, and he ran over angrily and grabbed Eric's sleeve, hoping that Eric would let go. I want to go home, see my parents, just look at them, and then I'll go back to college. ”

Due to the unanimous strong appeal of the students, Eric also had to agree to change the return date.

"Okay, then wait a few more days, and I'll be back after the carnival."

Hear him finally relent. The students cheered as if they had won a big battle.

Eric looked at them with a smile and chatted for a while before returning to the top floor.

The door was closed, and the top floor was plunged into darkness, and Eric went to the window and closed it. Then beckon into the shadows.

A man in tattered clothes walked over, and he looked like one of those homeless people who made a park bench his home.

Turning on a small lamp on the table, the dim light shrouded two feet square. Eric asked the man to sit down, and he sat down across from him.

"What's your name?" Eric asked gently.

"Pocky. Curtis. The man replied without hesitation. But he was clearly not what Captain Curtis had been when he was alive.

"Think again." Eric crossed his hands on the table and stared at the man who called himself Curtis in the dim light. "What's your name?"

“…… Lancer. Valentine. The man's voice was unusually hoarse. It was as if his throat was filled with countless grit, and every vibrating vocal cord was filled with a dry grinding sensation.

"Correct." Eric lowered his eyes and ticked a box on a sheet of paper full of forms.

"So, do you remember your past?" He continued.

Lancer thought for a moment in confusion and shook his head.

"You're from Columbia University, you're a young metallurgical scientist, and people admire your expertise so much that they call you a genius." Eric shook the pen in his hand, allowing Lancer to concentrate even more.

"I'm a genius." Lancer repeated Eric's words briefly.

"Yes, genius." Eric nodded. "A metallurgical genius, or a physical genius, or maybe a mechanical genius, in short, you are a peer and a genius."

"I ...... Proud of ......", Eric's words were a little awkward, and Lancer wanted to repeat it, but his mouth did not follow.

"Leave that word alone, ignore it." Eric crossed out an option and marked some characters next to it. "Raise your head and face your chin forward...... Yes, that's it, not too high. ”

Lancer retracted his jaw slightly, and now he had a correct posture, which could be called a "no-eye gesture", which looked seven or eight points like the photo on a wanted post.

Then Eric ordered him to narrow his pupils a little bit, so that he was 90% sure.

"I heard, you're from Latvia?" With the adjustment done, Eric's conversation continued.

"I'm from Latvia, which is located between Hungary, Romania and Serbia, and my country is named after the Latvian word which means "armor" and "clothing made of metal". Lancer recited it like an endorsement, mentioning his hometown, his tone unusually flat, without any emotion, as if it were a strange place that had nothing to do with him.

"Go on." Eric didn't care about his tone, and once again ticked the paper and moved the tip of the pen to the next one.

"I am a metallurgical scientist, I have developed the formula of liquid alloys, and in order to glorify my country, I am determined to bring it back to Europe, raise funds there, and then return to my home country to build a factory so that more compatriots can share my present." Lancer's experience is basically similar to what is described in the newspapers, although there are some discrepancies, but that doesn't matter.

"Good idea. But do you do that, does your team agree? Eric asked.

"Disagree, they tried to take away my gains and exclude me." Lancer replied stiffly.

"So?" Eric looked inquiringly at the man opposite, his expression was unusually stiff, but when asked this question, he seemed to remember something, and his expression gradually became evil.

"So I killed them." Lancer's hand pressed hard against the table, the green tendons on the back of his hand bulging, his eyes were obviously blood-red, and he suddenly lifted the table and roared loudly like an out-of-control beast.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! His voice was unusually loud, and he didn't know how his fragile vocal cords could afford it, perhaps thanks to the liquid metal. If it weren't for Eric's special soundproofing of the penthouse, perhaps the entire street would have been alarmed by him.

Eric sat where he was, looking at him coldly, the small lamp fell to the ground, it was still waving its mission, the table was made of iron, and it became floating after tumbling into the sky, and the white paper full of tables fell and returned to its owner.

"Not qualified. Mr. Lancer. Eric repeated as he held the form. Your grades are not qualified. ”

"I want to see Shirley." Lancer shuddered, staring at the man in the chair. "I want to see Angel."

In his few memories, these two names represented the people closest to him, warm and fragrant names, and playful and lovely names, and the shadows of two women, one big and one small, swirled in his heart, but he couldn't see what they looked like.

All Lancer still has memories of that is so much and nothing else is known.

"Sit down." Eric coldly commanded.

Lancer hesitated for a moment, and sat down cross-legged, knowing that he could not disobey the orders of this one, and that he had been exposed to this one's power during his long sleep, which was his master, or natural enemy.

"Obey my orders, and you will surely see your family, but I will not allow you to disobey my will again, and every rebellion will keep you further away from them." Receiving a powerful warning, Lancer hung his head weakly.

Now, let's repeat it again. I ask, you answer. The table fell in place, and the small lamp jumped up on its own, and in the dim light, the new life formed by the fusion of the soul fragments of the former pilot and the liquid machine qì man recited helplessly.

"I'm from Latvia, Viktor. Feng. Doom is my countryman, and I am now wanted to get his asylum. Lancer said monotonously.

"Will he shelter you?" Eric asked softly, but the question was out of his memory, and Lancer was dumbfounded and unable to answer.

Eric didn't need an answer, and left it to the troubled Latvian to ponder.

If he still has ambitions and wants to make a career, he will not let go of his desperate genius fellow countrymen.

In the tune of Eric. When he was teaching New Life, the man he was planning had just woken up from his sleep, and after he had been defeated in the park, he got into someone else's car in a groggy state and was sent back to his house.

"Who sent me back?" He walked out of his bedroom, barefoot and barefoot on the floor, where there was only one servant on night duty.

"It's Miss Susan." The servant stood up and replied respectfully, that Doom was bad-tempered but generous, and that his servant could get a lot of benefits from him.

"Where's she?" Doom asked eagerly.

"She's gone." The servant hesitated for a moment, peeked at Doom's expression, and now that he was staring at him, he didn't dare to worry about it anymore, and hurriedly told him everything he knew. "She packed her things and moved out."

He thought that Doom would thunder and was ready to withstand the storm, but Doom did not do that.

Doom sat down in despair and rubbed his head vigorously. (To be continued!)

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