"Another great writer?!" Hearing Cesar's words, Byron was stunned.

Nima usually can't hold back one for half a year, young master, what kind of trouble have you been making lately? I sent three just to send my sister, and then I sent two more to my apprentice, so many great writers add up, and they are almost the best of your total output over the years, okay?

"Don't worry, this great writer is not ordinary, there are some special ones. Cesar was a little embarrassed by Byron's staring and laughed.

There is no way, an association is an association, with deep pockets and sufficient resources. Not to mention the three corpses that were exchanged for the top-level sub-divine veins, and the two that they hunted, the standard resource quota provided by the association alone could intercept several of them.

In other words, he worked alone, and he died the two hunted in Black Carpet City. And if you offend the Ring of Zero, you have to run for your life in all directions, and life is absolutely hard. Now it's different, I've taken refuge in the real big forces, I'm not afraid to turn the ring of zero, I can't be afraid of it, I can intercept the corpse of the disaster level every year, and now I still have the opportunity to travel to the southern region at public expense, and buy corpses to make war money, and the feeling of gold hugging my thighs is really great!

"Something special, of course it's special, isn't it special for a great writer who can build a spaceship?!" Byron choked up with excitement and replied immediately.

"Huh, you're getting smarter!" said Cesar, looking at Byron wonderfully.

"Show it out, this time the great writer, what strange ability does he have?" Byron looked at Cesar weakly.

"This time, the great writer is called Jules Verne, who was originally a director of the 'Observation Tower Aeronautical Technology Development Department', and is a pure scientific researcher who has no combat effectiveness of his own. When the first aliens invaded Ceylon from space more than half a year ago, they attacked the space station under construction, and this guy happened to be in space. So he died. ”

However, the strange thing is still to come, after the space station was destroyed, all the staff died, and the space station itself was shattered and scattered in space. A very small number of corpses were kept intact in special laboratories. Not only was it not damaged, but it was transformed by cosmic rays for a long time, and it was unexpectedly mutated. After the corpses were recovered by the observation tower, some of them were kept for experiments and made into specimens, and some of them were transported to the headquarters of the association and distributed as special resources, and I happened to get one. Cesar explained.

"A mutated scientist?" Byron proclaimed.

"A scientist whose body has become extremely strange, and who has been modified by me to retain the expertise of his life. And he was given a wonderful power. However, the disadvantage is also obvious, he was only a mortal during his lifetime, confused by his newly acquired abilities, and unable to master them, like a tractor driver in a top-of-the-line sports car. After I am gone, you and Molière will not only assist Jules in the construction of the 'spaceship' and the daily maintenance of the moving castle, but also give him special training. Let him master his own abilities. ”

"Oh, what is this guy's special ability? Can he fight?!" Byron curious.

Today's great writers are more ferocious than the other. It's no longer limited to the combat type, not only the defense class, but also the mecha department, I heard that the young master is also going to develop the cooking department, and other life types. He was also curious about what kind of miracle this cosmic radiation scientist would have, and it was better that he could have a decent opponent. Without the old enemy of milk by his side, Hugo, who can fight, has defected again, leaving only Molière, who is verbose and likes to bargain and shop, he is really lonely.

"How can a scientist fight it?! He is a scientific research worker! He wears gold-rimmed glasses and a suit. Whipped wax, it looks like a perverted kind. Jules' ability is the mysterious "Mysterious Island", which is a testing ground space in a similar field. He died in a 'space material synthesis' lab on the space station. When exposed to radiation, it mysteriously blends with the equipment in that laboratory, and now Jules can synthesize any non-living fantasy material according to his own needs, which is even more unscientific than an alchemist!"

"Sounds pretty good, can you get him to turn my pole into the kind of material that never wears out in Rita's hand?" asked Byron, excited.

"Synthesis is not arbitrary, and the more outrageous the material, the higher the cost of synthesis. Moreover, many rare substances can not be synthesized without raw materials. In the case of Rita's 'Meteorite Iron Tatar', not only must there be enough goblin ore raw materials, but Jules must also master the special enchantment skills of the elf township, as well as a series of related forging knowledge, in order to synthesize it. In general, it is a non-equivalent exchange in which inputs are greater than outputs. If one piece of gold is equal to ten pieces of iron, then after Jules mastered the molecular structure of iron and gold, he had to put in twelve more pieces of iron to make one piece of gold. And that's not even counting the special energy he consumes. Cesara replied.

"Isn't that a chicken rib?!!What do you want him to do??," Byron obviously didn't have enough brain capacity, and felt that Cesar had lost money in this business.

"To put it another way, many of the world's rare materials are not measurable by their value. There are some things that are limited in quantity and cannot be bought with more money, and if you master this synthesis technique, it seems to be a loss, but it is actually a huge advantage. Cesar did not want to say more, but told Byron and Molière that Jules's coffin was there and that they were to open it on their own.

After driving Byron and Molière away, the Hela siblings also came to the study to receive Cesar's parting lecture.

"Big brother, are you leaving? Don't be surprised that I didn't prepare a gift for you, the gift money I prepared for you was stolen by Hull to buy a dress. Hela grinned at Cesar with a big smile, full of nonsense, and the angry Hel was about to cry, and he couldn't say a word of rebuttal for a long time.

"Alright, I don't like your little gift. Last year, you only gave me a small fish hook? That thing costs 10 yuan and 100 boxes a box, which is enough for you to give me a hundred years. Cesar rolled her eyes at Hela, and continued, "I'm leaving, you can use the two great writers." In addition, in order to increase your survival factor, I will give you another secret weapon. ”

Looking at Cesar's mysterious expression, Hull's heart beat faster, feeling that something big secret was about to come, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, and couldn't help but tighten the women's version of the sailor suit.

"What secret weapon?" Hela was stronger than Hull, calm, but also very excited. Cesara was stingy with outsiders, but he didn't say anything to himself, and the great writers sent two of them. Since he dared to say 'secret weapon', it was definitely not ordinary.

"What is the most important thing in walking the rivers and lakes? It is not to be able to fight, but to change. To be a man, you must have brains, you must have a long-term vision, and only by seeing through the overall situation can you become a chess player, not a chess piece at the mercy of others. Especially since the two of you have no experience, although you have a little strength, you are likely to be deceived and used. ”

"Big brother, don't you believe me, I'm not the same as my fish-lipped brother!" Hela looked up unwillingly, looking at Cesar.

"You are all clever, and I am talking about the overall situation! Only when you have enough information and see the overall situation clearly, can you advance and retreat freely, and be as chic as me. Cesar snorted.

"Oh, and what's your secret weapon?" Hela looked at Cesar with a look of suspicion. If this guy can really see the big picture, is it so bleak as for the mix?

"People are not omnipotent, but the answering machine is omnipotent! Next, as a teacher, I will introduce my best friend for many years, the virtual god maggot to you. It's easy to summon it, as long as you call out in your heart 'the swamp maggot that has already seen through everything in the world', and then sacrifice a handful of garbage, you can summon it. Although this guy doesn't have enough brains, he can go through the back door to contact the clicker and consult questions at an uncertain price. The success rate is about 1 in 10, and it's still very useful to ask a few more times when you encounter a problem!" Cesar introduced.

"That's disgusting! If that guy is so powerful, why don't you keep it, big brother?" said Hela with a look of disgust. Judging from Western Sahara's experience over the years, the swamp maggot is by no means a reliable thing. 1 in 10 correct, uncertain consulting prices, everything is so cheating.

"The problems I am encountering now are too high, and the maggots can't get answers from the universal answering machine through the back door, and the price is too high, the success rate is low, and there are often outrageously wrong answers, which is not cost-effective. The most cost-effective stage of this guy is the section from the lower level to the middle of the harm, beyond the problem of the upper level, you don't have to ask anymore, it is a deep pit. Cesar admonished.

"Well, my brother and I are still some way away from being harmed, so I'll trust you. Hela nodded reluctantly, accepting the 'swamp leaping maggot'. (To be continued.) )

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