This experiment was definitely a major turning point in Mick's life, but it was also quite costly, as the laboratory on the third floor was almost completely destroyed, and all the test materials were wiped out.

If it weren't for the fact that Enlucia and the semi-finished equipment built for the military department were all placed on the second floor, then I'm afraid Mick wouldn't have thought about doing anything else for a long time to come.

In fact, even the current situation is a headache for him.

Because it is a lot of money to rebuild the laboratory on the third floor, and after this experiment, Mick feels that the protection measures of the laboratory are really weak, and it is a lot of money to strengthen the overall protection of gold coins and dreams, plus the loss of various materials that night, it is initially estimated that he needs at least nearly 500,000 gold coins.

Since cooperating with Alexander, Mick has collected more than 400,000 gold coins from him, and various other labor costs are countless, which greatly exceeds the previous agreement.

And Mick has not yet earned a copper plate for Alexander. In such a situation, even if Mick's skin was as thick as a city wall, he was embarrassed to ask Alexander for money again.

So, as Mick calmed down from his ecstasy, the first thing that came to his mind was damn gold!

At the very least, he had to prove his worth to Alexander.

Mick rubbed his head and picked up the small cloth bag on the ground. The bag contained the blue crystals that Andrea had left him, and he kept it close to him.

Because of this, it has been with Mick all along, and the elemental vacuum created by the overload of Power Source 1 has become the only item in the lab that has not been burned or frozen.

Looking at the devastated laboratory, Mick felt another pain in his flesh, and he let out a long sigh and gently pushed open the door of the laboratory.

The door to the laboratory was only a thin layer of veneer, and it was gently pushed by Mick and collapsed, and an icy chill blew out of the laboratory, causing the sweaty Frings to shiver.

Frings looked in shock at Mick and the snow-white lab behind him. Mick's clothes had been rotten into wisps of rags, almost naked, and when Frings saw this embarrassed look, he couldn't help but blush, and said in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Frings's gaze fell on Mick without hindrance, especially a certain part of his lower body, and he sneered: "I didn't expect your figure...... Well, it's pretty sturdy. ”

Mick was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that his originally thin body was a lot stronger, although it was still not comparable to the humanoid monster in front of him, but at least the muscle lines were very clear, and he could barely be regarded as a macho man.

"Uh...... I usually pay attention to my workouts, but I can't see it when I'm wearing clothes. With that, Mick smiled at Frings, "I'll go change my clothes first." ”

"Wait!" Frings suddenly stopped Mick and looked around him suspiciously.

"What's wrong?" Mick asked inexplicably.

Frings scratched his head and said suspiciously, "You seem to be a little different from yesterday, let me think about what the difference is......"

"Thank you for your sharpness, I get more handsome every day. Mick made a salty joke and walked to his room.

"I see!" Frings exclaimed, "I couldn't feel the magic energy in you before, but now I can clearly feel that you are a second-level magician!"

Mick was stunned for a moment, and then it occurred to him that he didn't actually have any power before, and only extracted the divine power in the realm when he needed it, so no one could feel the existence of any power from him in normal times.

And now, there are about two levels or so of divine power circulating infinitely in one's body, and it will naturally make people aware of it.

Thinking about the cause and effect, Mick's skin suddenly squirmed, burying the power source No. 1 in his body a little deeper, and the magic fluctuations from Mick's body immediately weakened by half, becoming nothing.

"How did you do that?" exclaimed Frings.

Mick ignored the startled Frings and headed straight for the fourth floor. Frings relentlessly chased after Mick and asked, "Hey, tell me, how did you hide your strength? Why did the magic fluctuations I felt weaken so much? Are you a thief, or a killer?"

After the War College, Instructor Anderson staggered back to his cabin with half a bottle of spirits. His hut is next to the campus of the Advanced Operations Command Department, only a low floor, a total of two rooms, all kinds of miscellaneous things are piled up in a mess, people who don't know think they have walked into a garbage dump.

He didn't have a class today, so he spent an extra hour at the Knight's Flower Tavern, which he frequented, and naturally drank a few more glasses of the Blue Enchantress, his favorite liquor.

Now, he was slightly drunk, but it was often at this time that he could unfold his fantasies more happily, especially fantasizing about what he could do to the proprietress of the Knight Flower.

Every time he saw the woman's plump breasts and buttocks, as well as her slender waist, he felt very comfortable in his heart.

Anderson kicked open the door to the cabin, shook off his tattered boots, and sat down on the couch with dirty laundry, stretching comfortably.

But the lazy waist was just halfway stretched, and a trace of doubt suddenly flashed in his eyes, followed by a thick vigilance. The drunkenness on his face disappeared immediately, and his short body bounced off the sofa like a spring, and stood silently against the wall.

Anderson's hand dug under the couch and drew a sharp dagger, then he turned cautiously and pulled a polished axe from under the table full of dirty dishes, staring solemnly at the door to the bedroom.

After waiting for a moment, seeing that the half-open wooden door did not react, Anderson's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a golden fighting light erupted from his body.

Immediately after that, his body suddenly flashed into the bedroom like a ghost, and the speed was amazingly fast, even compared to the Saint-rank warrior Frozen Calamity Valdés.

The bedroom was covered with thick curtains, but it was already dark in the evening.

But Anderson didn't hesitate, and the short axe in his left hand flew out like lightning, hanging straight at the foot of the bed. There was a slight thud at the foot of the bed, and then a vague figure leaped forward, dodging the deadly axe.

Anderson sneered, and slashed his sword straight at the throat of the figure.

The figure was startled and reflexively retreated, and Anderson's sword missed again, but it cut through the thick curtains, and the soft evening sunlight instantly shone into the bedroom.

The figure had been in the darkness for a while, and suddenly the sun shone on it, and immediately subconsciously covered his eyes, and Anderson took this opportunity to take a sharp step forward, crashing into the figure's arms, and the short sword was hard against the figure's throat.

"Say, Who sent you?"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's just a little joke, hey, hey, don't take it that seriously. ”

"Alexander!" Anderson exclaimed, seeing the figure's face.

Alexander was pressed under Anderson and sneered, "General Anderson, you haven't fallen behind at all." ”