Immortal demons?

This is the first time the Secretary-General has heard of this view.

Not much is known about the three immortals.

No matter how you look at it, Lutdon is the closest person to the Eternals and knows the Eternals best.

If that's the case, the future of all. The Secretary-General suddenly felt a little cold.

"Don't worry, my friend."

Luden smiled and patted the other party's shoulder,

"We're not demons."

According to the law of development, chaos is the norm, and stability is a rare state.

But with the Eternals, the world changed.

The Eternals are like the ballast stone and spiralter in the ship's cabin, removing some of the instability and moving forward as much as possible.

In this way, there are many detours.

But, what about after that?

The Secretary-General stopped thinking because it didn't make sense to him.

He only needs to think about his own affairs, complete his duties as secretary general safely, retire smoothly, and find a good nursing home

A better tomorrow awaits him.

The Secretary-General regained his previous composure and continued to walk down the street with Mr. Luden.

While Ludon was out for a walk, Hannibal was also hanging out in the sanatorium.

He hadn't been back to the Divine State for many years, and the Divine State did not welcome him.

After all, Hannibal had escaped from the state of God.

The crimes he committed were insignificant and, in the eyes of the Holy Law, could even be forgiven.

However, Hannibal offended many people.

There was one thing that Hannibal didn't break with Ludon, but Ludon mostly knew it.

In the Divine Empire, the vast majority of the high-level people are members of the Knowledge Church.

The Buck family is already a wealthy nobleman in the Divine State.

One of the heirs of the family, before he was born, was named Todd and became an experimental object of the Church of Knowledge.

That's enough to say a lot.

Hannibal wanders around the sanatorium, and as a vegetarian, he naturally cares about the garden.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that the peas here were nice and had an attractive scent.

You know, on the island of the Little United Kingdom, beans are an indispensable food.

Hannibal is also a vegetarian, and good peas are a rare delicacy for him.

Hannibal was desperate to find the farmer who planted the peas, but was approached by another priest.

Outside the vegetable garden, a middle-aged priest with an ordinary appearance was holding a document and greeted him with some nervousness.

"Excuse me, is it Dr. Hannibal?"

"It's Dr. Hannibal."

Hannibal nodded politely and responded,

"Looking for me?"

"Yes, I didn't expect it to be you, I saw your portrait on "Liu Zike", oh my God, I was so excited that I didn't know what to say, your discovery in blood is simply cross-century"

The middle-aged priest was obviously too excited, and there was a surprise that he had succeeded in chasing stars.

After babbling a lot of nonsense, the middle-aged priest pulled out a book from the file and respectfully handed it to Hannibal,

"Can you sign it for me? Is Dr. Albert with you? ”

Hannibal didn't have any reason to hate this kind of fan. …

For people, Hannibal's sense of smell and taste has always been keen.

He didn't hate the middle-aged priest in front of him, and he was even a little close, feeling that there was something extraordinary about the other party, waiting for Hannibal to dig out.

Hannibal trusted his instincts.

Hannibal signed his name and answered the other party's questions,

"Albert didn't come, he was doing a very important study on blood transfusions."

"Great!"

The middle-aged priest was a little excited,

"Based on your and Dr. Albert's research on blood alone, I can't think of a better candidate for the next Ryan badge!"

Returning the signed journal to the other party, Hannibal politely replied,

"There are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, Mr. Ludon often says, this is an era of shining stars, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"

Although this is a very modest statement,

However, Hannibal thought in his heart that in just a few years, it would be difficult for anyone to surpass him.

Their discoveries laid the foundation of a discipline! Countless futures have been opened up for medicine!

Who else?!

Hannibal would love to stand at the top of the Lane coat of arms and shout to the whole world:

Who else?!

After the middle-aged priest's conversation box was opened, it could not be closed, and he said excitedly,

"Actually, I'm also a scientist, at least I think I am. I studied philosophy and mathematics for a while, but unfortunately my family couldn't afford to finish college, so I was forced to interrupt my studies.

Later, I found my job as a teacher at St. Peter's Sanatorium.

I'm ashamed to say that I knew so little and wasn't a qualified teacher, and they sent me back to college."

Listening to the other party's chatter, Hannibal was a little annoyed, but he still maintained restraint and patience.

The other party is his fan and fan brother.

Hannibal, who has the burden of idols, is willing to be more patient.

In the middle of the middle-aged priest's chatter, Hannibal seized an opportunity to change the subject,

"Since you say you're a scientist, what are you studying?"

The middle-aged priest said with some modesty,

"I'm mainly working on peas right now."

Pea?

Hannibal looked at the peas in the vegetable garden and was intrigued.

He is not good at evaluating the other party's scientific research level.

However, when it comes to growing peas, this guy is definitely a good hand!

Hannibal couldn't help but think that the company was now involved in food production and processing, and that the priest in front of him might be a rare talent to bring back to the Little United Kingdom.

Albert, that guy, has always wanted to solve the problem of hunger.

The middle-aged priest might be able to help.

However, the production of peas made it difficult for peas to be a staple food, and Hannibal was not optimistic about this direction.

He asked curiously,

"You planted all these peas? Are you researching peas for what, to increase yields? ”

"No, no, no, Dr. Hannibal, it's not about increasing production, I'm a scientist, not an agronomist."

The middle-aged priest tried to explain his research in words, but felt that it was too troublesome to do so, so he simply took out a worn-out notebook and stuffed it to Hannibal.

"This is my latest research result, and I originally wanted to submit it to Liu Zike, but I couldn't pass the review."

The middle-aged priest's voice became quieter and quieter, with a bit of weakness.

He came to Hannibal not just because he was a fan of Hannibal.

More importantly, Hannibal is a senior reviewer of "Liu Zike", and has the authority to recommend some papers, and even enter them exceptionally.

Although the idea was somewhat utilitarian, the middle-aged priest did not find it shameful.

Those superficial reviewers simply can't understand the success of his research and can't see the true value of this research!

The middle-aged priest believes that sooner or later, his own time will come!

Meeting Hannibal, perhaps, will make this day come sooner!

Taking the other party's notebook, Hannibal opened the cover, and on the title page was the name of the notebook's owner:

"Gregor Mendel."