When they returned to the dormitory, the other "god slaves" were still in the same position as when Luo Nan left.

Seeing him come in, the "god slaves" all looked at him expressionlessly, but only glanced at him, then withdrew their gaze, and returned to their own world—Luo Nan knew that it was a small, simple world with no color.

As a new-age educated person with a basic sense of moral right and wrong, Lonan felt sorry for them, but he couldn't do anything about it.

All he could do was to escape by himself first, and then find a way to bring people from the relevant departments to save these children.

But what happens to these children after they are rescued, and whether there is a chance to return to normal, is not up to him.

Ronan returned to his bed and sat quietly, waiting boredly for bedtime.

But before it was the usual bedtime time, Mrs. Cui walked in, glanced at it and clicked a few names: "You guys come with me." ”

Luo Nan's heart moved, and when he contacted the conversation between Mrs. Cui and the priest Tang before, he guessed that Mrs. Cui must have taken these people to clean up the room for the commissioner who will arrive tomorrow.

Luo Nan was naturally not interested in tidying up the room for others, but he was interested in figuring out which room the correspondent would be staying in, and familiarizing himself with the environment in advance.

Several of the divine slaves whose names were called stood up obediently and followed behind Mrs. Cui.

After going out, Mrs. Cui felt that something was wrong, and when she looked back, she found that there was one more person with her.

But she didn't think much of it.

It's not the first time something like this has happened, although these gods and slaves are very obedient, they are not very smart after all, and sometimes they misunderstand instructions.

One more person, one more person, and you can get the room cleaned up faster.

Led these divine slaves to the most luxurious room on the third floor, Mrs. Cui gave a few words of instruction and left.

Luo Nan first pretended to wipe the table and cabinet, and as soon as Mrs. Cui left, she immediately observed the environment and groped around.

Eventually, he made some arrangements, such as adjusting the position of vases, ashtrays, and other items so that he could pick them up and smash them on the commissioner's head when needed.

Although there is a high probability that it will not help, after all, he intends to sneak up on the commissioner rather than fight head-on, and will rely mainly on the dagger.

But be prepared.

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Next.

The morning prayer and work hours were so difficult.

Lonan had been absent-minded, just waiting for the commissioner to arrive.

Mrs. Cui didn't guard them all the time, and when she left, Luo Nan was blatantly lazy, and those divine slaves didn't have the IQ to make a small report anyway.

When it was almost noon, Mrs. Cui, who had been away for a while, walked into the workshop with a red face, and her steps were a little faster than usual.

She named a few names, all of them were relatively handsome in appearance, both male and female.

Luo Nan was not among them.

"Come with me!"

Luo Nan knew that the commissioner should have arrived.

He just wondered a little: Brother Ming is the most handsome one, why didn't he name himself?

He would certainly be offended if his name was named.

But he was not named, and Luo Nan felt even more offended.

Oh, maybe it's because Mrs. Cui and the priest Tang are going to perform a ceremony for him tonight, so they don't want to make any extraneous branches......

Luo Nan pretended to be ignorant, got up and prepared to follow along.

It's like blending in with the cleaning team last night.

But Mrs. Cui didn't care about him last night, but today she said something to stop him: "9527, you go back, continue to do things, don't come with me." ”

With such clear instructions, if Luo Nan still pretended not to understand the instructions and followed in ignorance, Mrs. Cui would definitely be suspicious.

Thinking quickly, Ronan decided not to take the risk at this time, but to wait a while before sneaking to the commissioner's room alone.

Maybe the commissioner was enjoying himself at that time, and he could have subdued him by surprise.

So he sat back.

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Madame Cui took the slaves to a room that she rarely visited, and pulled out a few sets of clothes that were half-new, but more beautiful, and asked them to put them on.

Then she led them to the luxuriously decorated room that had been cleaned the night before, and she stopped at the door, straightened up, and raised her hand to knock on the hidden door.

"Commissioner!"

"Come in!"

Mrs. Cui pushed the door in, and several divine slaves followed suit.

On the single sofa in the room, a pale, tired man in a black turtleneck woolen jacket sits in his left hand, holding a hammered glass in his left hand, wearing ordinary black-rimmed glasses, and is flipping through a thick hardcover book.

He was about thirty-five or six years old, with a tall hooked nose and a face with many mixed-race features, and was clearly not of the usual race in the Republic of Commands.

When Mrs. Cui and Shennu entered the room, he put the book down, raised his eyelids and examined them from behind his black-rimmed glasses for a while, his eyes were a little gloomy, but he showed a smile.

"Mrs. Cui, I said I want to rest," he said in a strange tone, "why did you bring these lambs to me?" ”

"They are not lambs," Mrs. Choi bowed her head and folded her hands on her lower abdomen, "but the divine slaves we made." Mistress Maxim had a tiring journey, and I asked them to come and rest for him. ”

Commissioner Maxim bowed slightly, noncommittal.

That's tacit.

Mrs. Cui turned her head to a few divine slaves and said sharply: "You stay here, listen to this adult, and do whatever he tells him to do." Listen clearly, anything! No resistance allowed! ”

Several of the gods and slaves nodded mechanically and indifferently.

After giving the order, Mrs. Cui smiled at Maxim: "My lord, then I will retire first, please enjoy it slowly." ”

Maxim was quite polite and smiled kindly: "Your hospitality is very thoughtful, thank you very much." ”

Mrs. Cui's usually mean lips smiled with flattery.

Waiting for Madame Cui to leave, Maxim came to several divine slaves, walked slowly past them, and looked over one by one.

After watching the last person, he stretched out his right hand and stroked the cheek of the divine slave, and sighed: "The skin is good, but it's a pity that there is no soul." ”

After saying that, Commissioner Maxim shook his head, lifted his glasses, and took the glass to sit back on the sofa and read.

In his opinion, these gods and slaves are beautiful, but they are just soulless dolls, and they are not fun to play with.

He likes to see the hateful gaze and unyielding flame in the eyes of others when he is playing and torturing others.

It's not a toy like a god slave who only knows how to be obedient and won't resist.

"Tuk tuk tuk", suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the rhythmic knocking seemed very polite, but Maxim couldn't help but feel a wave of anger rising in his heart.

And who?

The people in this branch church are not annoying, they have already made it very clear that they just want to rest......

That damn secret treasure has reduced all aspects of his body's functions to less than one-third of his usual level.

Whether it's strength, or physical strength, or some kind of ability.

At this time, he just wants to flip through the books, rest quietly, and then sleep beautifully, so that he doesn't need these people to provide any services by themselves!

Maxim barely suppressed his anger and walked over to open the door.

A handsome teenager stood in the doorway with a smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" Maxim's voice was cold, hoping that the other party would retreat.

"Mr. Commissioner," the visitor was naturally Luo Nan, who was calm and composed, with an amiable smile that he had cultivated in the society for more than ten years, and said that he had made up a lie a long time ago, "My name is Roland, and I am representing the local believers, and I have come to invite you to the dinner we have prepared for you tonight. The local faithful admire Archbishop Fiat, and when they learn that you are here as the archbishop's commissioner, they rejoice and are eager to be honored to entertain you. ”

"Hell!" Maxim waved his fist in annoyance, "How did Tang Chengmin do things!" I clearly told him that I was on a top-secret mission and was not to divulge my whereabouts. ”

He didn't suspect Lonan's identity at all.

In this stronghold, apart from church personnel and believers, there are only divine slaves.

The handsome guy in front of him can speak well and has a rich expression, it can't be a god slave who has been deprived of the ability to think, right?

Luo Nan pretended to be at a loss: "Mr. Commissioner, I don't know...... We just ......"

At this time, you can see the benefits of good looks.

Maxim was originally very dissatisfied, but seeing Luo Nan's panicked expression, he was a little soft-hearted without realizing it, and patted Luo Nan on the shoulder, "Relax, kid, I don't blame you." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Commissioner." Luo Nan put on a relieved expression.

"Is there anything else?" Maxim turned and walked towards the small bar.

Although it was in a strange place, this beautiful and thin young man really couldn't make him feel any defensive.

He stopped in front of the bar, picked up a bottle with a beautiful pattern and added it to the glass, and said, "Luo...... Roland: Right? You go and tell Tang Chengmin, don't let people disturb me anymore, let me rest in peace......"

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed someone quickly approaching behind him.

Up to this point, Maxim had not been vigilant as he should have been.

Maybe it was because the smuggled journey had left him physically and mentally exhausted, or maybe it was because of the influence of that secret treasure that made his brain a little dull, and his reaction was half a beat slower than usual.

“…… Rest, you go, forget about the dinner, I already feel your sincerity, but ......" The rest of the words were blocked by the dagger against the major artery in his neck.

Tick, tick.

Maxim didn't dare to move, the bottle tilted, the glass was soon filled, and the amber wine overflowed, dripping onto the floor, and the thick aroma of wine wafted out.

"Slowly put the bottle down, then raise your hand, Mr. Commissioner. Don't move violently, don't turn around suddenly, so as not to misunderstand me. I'm a very nervous person, and when I'm nervous, I'll take what I'm holding here and there, and if it hits your artery, it's not good. So if you value your life, it's best to follow my instructions. ”

Maxim slowly placed the bottle on the bar, then slowly raised his hand, his puzzled eyes flashing behind his black-rimmed glasses, "Why?" ”