Linden Avenue Route 8.

【Realistic Doll Shop】

"That's the half-finished product you want."

Perocchi, a charming female boss with a monocle, opened her mouth to introduce a man in a strange mask standing in front of her.

Xia Xiu, who was wearing a [emoji mask], looked at the puppet in front of him:

The doll lies in an iron coffin, the doll has unusually fair skin, her skin has a crystal clear luster and transparency, and in the sunlight, you can clearly see the veins on her arms.

However, the doll's face is not covered with skin, and her face is just a bloody facial nerve tube.

"Because it is a semi-finished product, I haven't adjusted too many realistic parameters, and the skin distortion rate is relatively high."

Po Luoqi came to the doll, and then stretched out her index finger to open the doll's bloodshot eye sockets, and carved three tiny white marks on the lower wall.

"I put the identification code used to identify [androids] on the lower wall of the eye socket, which is relatively hidden and undetectable to ordinary people."

Perocchi turned to look at the masked man, raised her chin slightly and said to him:

"How's that, does it meet your requirements?"

Although it is a question sentence, Po Luoqi's tone is quite confident, and she has always been full of confidence in her work.

"Good!"

Xia Xiu looked at the puppet in front of him, and he didn't hesitate to praise himself.

Anyway, if this puppet was made by Xia Xiu from scratch, he would definitely not be able to make a puppet with such details, and his [Flesh and Blood Shaping Technique] was not biased towards creating such a technique full of beauty and simulation.

To be honest, although the Sarkic cultists have the extremely powerful [flesh and blood shaping technique] of the BIO species, their aesthetics are more or less seriously ill, and most of the Sarkic people's aesthetics are not yet able to appreciate the artistic aesthetics of the current Terra people, which is too abstract for them.

The old woman of Kladachina is not really a Sarkic cultist because she is not linked to the Sarkic spectrum, and it is probably because of this that her aesthetic and creative abilities have not become curious.

And Obrian's kind of puppet can't be said to be a BIO species, that guy just kills people, and extracts his soul, refining the human body through an empty shell, and then relies on [double thoughts] to implant and manipulate the puppet.

It sounded like I wanted to make a cake, so I went to a cake shop and bought a cake, melted the cake, and then worked on the melted material.

That's why Po Luoqi said that Aubrian's puppet refining is a product that puts the cart before the horse.

Xia Xiu came to the coffin, and then carried the coffin very easily.

It's very light, and even a child can carry it with this weight.

Xia Xiu glanced at the runes engraved on the coffin, and quickly recognized the two thaumaturgy engraved on it.

This coffin is inscribed with two thaumaturges: [Light Feather Technique] and [Deception Camouflage].

Po Luoqi is very good at doing business, and she seems to have put a lot of effort into protecting the privacy of customers and improving the convenience of wearing items.

"I'll pay the balance to your account, and I'll take this doll with me."

Po Luoqi's phoenix eyes looked at the masked man with deep meaning, and she said in a deep tone:

"I hope my work is really satisfying to you."

"Yes."

Xia Xiu, behind the mask, responded with a smile, this work will definitely be satisfying.

After paying the final payment, Xia Xiu took the half-finished product to a temporary accommodation he rented in the anomalous community, he put the coffin away, and then opened the lid.

The blonde youth lifted the long white sleeve on his right arm and shook it against the void.

"The next step is the face pinching session."

Xia Xiu's right palm covered the puppet's bloody face, and then began to activate the [Flesh Shaping Technique], and as the technique was activated, the skin on the puppet's face began to squirm.

Soon, a delicate and elegant beautiful woman appeared on the coffin.

"Next is cognitive formation, character writing, and the necessary backdoor tracking·····"

Thirty minutes later.

The blonde young man's golden eyes revealed a deep look, and he stared at the elegant woman who slowly opened his eyes and said slowly:

"Your name is: [Rachel]."

[Rachel's] confused vision could only see the sun-like golden eyes.

All she could hear was the word [Rachel] in a blur.

"This is the authority to create life, no wonder those magicians are so obsessed with this technology······

The blonde youth muttered to himself.

"I'm so sorry to be your Creator······"

The words of self-deprecation sounded slowly.

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Terra Calendar 1589.11.2.

【University】

The university is a special school for members of the anomalous community in the Berlin area.

The students here are all sent to this school for the necessary thaumaturgical teaching because their parents are anomalous and they don't have time to teach their children.

There is no pedigree network here, and none of the students here are pedigree members.

Inside the university's thaumaturgical training grounds.

Because of the loading of the [EVE Particle Stabilization Device], the entire hot and humid thaumaturgical field is like the hottest summer noon.

There was a heat wave that twisted the air in the thaumaturgical field

The scorching heat made the skin fragile and greasy, the sweat feathers around the neck and shoulders tickled the skin, and it was like a mosquito flying around the ears, the heat was smothered in the hair and underwear, and the soaked straps made [Rachel] agitated

Although [Rachel] would try to cool down, the occasional heat wave would pour hard through the cracks in the clothing, and he would rush at the clothes mercilessly, irritably, and rudely, carrying the cold away from him. It's as thick as mud, it's hot like a fire, and it's perverted and excessively invades the girl's clothes and touches it closely, and it bakes a hot sweat.

As a transfer student, [Rachel] doesn't have many friends in college, but her outstanding appearance attracts a lot of attention: the men's eager but reserved gaze, and the women's envy but pretending to be jealous.

It all made [Rachel] feel irritated, and she began to wander in the classroom, thinking about the golden eyes that appeared in her dreams.

She transferred to the university because of her parents, and she remembered that her parents loved their children very much······

【Ding Ding Ding——】

When the bell rang for the end of class, the students fled the thaumaturgical field like wild horses, and [Rachel] followed.

[Rachel] was walking home as usual, but today she didn't know why, so she went to the ice room near the university town and bought chilled mung bean paste.

The mung bean paste is placed in a small plastic bowl with a layer of plastic wrap on top.

[Rachel] lifted the plastic wrap, scooped out a bite with the spoon given by the merchant, and put it in her mouth.

The sweetness is cold from the mouth to the heart, one bite after another, and the sweet and non-greasy milk flavor of the tea lingers between the lips and teeth.

She felt blessed.

However, her happiness did not last long.

The return journey was too slow, and she missed the last train home at six o'clock.

"It's all strange thaumaturgical field..." [Rachel] gulped a mouthful of mung bean paste and put it in her mouth and muttered to herself.

It's getting night, and there aren't many people around the station sign and the stop sign.

"Beautiful young lady, what are you sighing about?" A gentle voice interrupted [Rachel's] grumbling, and she turned back warily.

A handsome man stood in front of her for some time, and [Rachel] noticed the other's hand with an extra knuckle than normal.

"What does this have to do with you?"

[Rachel] stepped back as she began to drive the thaumaturgy she had learned, and if the man in front of her continued to harass her, she would not show mercy.

"Don't be so cold," the man pouted, bored with himself.

"I'm sorry, my ride is here." [Rachel] noticed that the other bus she was waiting for had arrived, and it wasn't a direct bus to her house, but it was also a stop near her house.

"No, miss, that's not your ride." The man put the index finger of his right hand to his mouth and whispered.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

[Rachel] glared at the man in annoyance, then turned back to look at the bus.

Wrong.

[Rachel] was confused.

This... It seems... Not the car she should have ridden.

She felt a hangover, something bewitching her.

Don't resist.

Take it all and I'll protect you.

[Rachel] saw the handsome man take off his hat, and the man smiled and bent down to bow while grabbing his hair with his unusually slender five fingers, and lifting the upper part of his head upwards to show the smooth section in the middle, which was flat and smooth by the division up and down.

"Like all the other beautiful girls," the man bent down and stroked [Rachel's] cheek with his hand.

"You'll be good material too."

Elian smiled and pressed the skin back to his face again, and he just left triumphantly with his "prey".

Unbeknownst to Elian, a young man with blond hair and golden eyes was reading the newspaper not far from him, and after he left with his "prey", the blonde young man put down the newspaper in his hand.

"Five Days ·······"

"If it's two days late, I'll probably have to give up."

Xia Xiu pressed the top hat on his head, his golden eyes firmly fixed on Elian's distant back.

"Very beautiful Mimu fraud and facial disguise, if I let the other party run away, maybe I won't recognize the other party when they appear in front of me in the future."

Xia Xiu activated the [Presence Weakening] Mimu Su with all his might, and then slowly followed behind the other party.

Thirty minutes later.

Hohenzollern Grand Theatre.

"Tsk, it's really the situation I don't like to meet the most, I have met a hard bone."

The blonde youth looked at the field in front of him where there was a large-scale EVE particle suppression field, and muttered to himself helplessly.

The salary for this closing assignment is not yet so good that it makes him desperate.

Xia Xiu skillfully opened the mailbox, and then he began to prepare to shake people, and the two emails were quickly edited by him, and then sent out.

It is better for local governments to handle internal affairs contradictions.

【Ding——】

Just after Xia Xiu finished sending the email, his Sarkic mailbox received an email, and he opened the mailbox to take a look.

It was sent to him by Greenhairy Bryce.

Xia Xiu exchanged emails with the other party because he entrusted Bryce to investigate the intelligence of the Hohenzollern family, saying that Bryce was still the first pen pal of his Sarkic mailbox, he usually used the heavenly mailbox to make friends, and the "good brothers" of the abnormal spectrum were to see one dead and the other, Bryce was glad that he did not die, and he successfully got his mailbox.

Xia Xiu slowly read the email Bryce sent to him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl.

"I've finally found you, Aubreon."

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Berlin Region Ziplingenburg.

An elderly lady in her sixties, dressed in a modest black dress, wearing reading glasses, and with a dignified and serious face, was standing on a dilapidated street, the warm early winter sun casting through the staggered ginkgo branches.

"Charlotte, don't you even want to use your real body to meet the teacher?"

The head of the Deer Academy's magic group, Hiro Nimus, had a deep sadness on his face.

"Teacher, it's been a long time."

A handsome young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a splendid costume, stood on the opposite side of the street and saluted his elderly teacher.

"This is the puppet you made, and it's really vivid." Professor Nimus stared at the handsome young man and spoke slowly.

"Young Werther, the name of this work." Witt replied with a smile.

"You provoked the curtain conflict in the Berlin area. As the head of the [Red Branch], you just let them do evil here, what, do you want to repeat your grand deed in Flange? Is the passage of life so enjoyable for you? ”

"Teacher, don't say that, Fran's 'The Death of Marat' is my most outstanding work."

With a pleasant smile on the young Werther's face, he continued to the elderly division commander:

"Charlotte Corday, she's the dream girl of many French people now!"

Professor Nimus closed her eyes in grief as her students continued to speak to her.

"Teacher, you taught me."

Young Werther opened his arms, and he laughed loudly at his teacher:

"The best thing in life is pleasure, but the worst thing is suffering."

"The goal of anartists is to avoid all forms of suffering."

Listening to the student's teachings, Nimus's eyes gradually became covered with anger, and she angrily rebuked at her student:

"So you have become a believer in the [Aether Sovereign] and the Chosen !! of [Xin Liezhi]"

"I remember saying that there are iron rules that anartists must follow: self-regulation, moderation, and peace."

Faced with the teacher's familiar reprimand, the young Werther shook his head.

"Teachers, in the pursuit of shorter pleasures, must consider whether there are other ways in which greater, more persistent or more intense happiness can be attained."

"Humans are not like animals because we can plan our lives. We have the ability to engage in fun calculations. ”

Professor Nimus no longer had any expectations for this disciple who had fallen into the demonic path, and a phantus began to appear behind her, dressed in a white robe and holding a book.

【Juggernaut Incarnate: Epicurus】

"I don't have hope for you, so I'll keep this work of yours here."

[God is not afraid, death is not sorrowful, calamity is easy to endure, happiness is easy to seek.] ]

A terrifying phase space enveloped the entire street, and four strange rays of light appeared around Epicurus.

"[Epicurus's Four Philosophical Medicines]····

A wry smile appeared on the face of the young Werther, and he could only quietly watch as the four rays of light tore apart his body.

"Teacher, the truth cannot be concealed after all, and that ridiculous curtain will be torn apart sooner or later······"

The four rays of light vanished, the phase space shattered, and the streets remained as usual, as if nothing had happened just now.

Nimus looked at the fallen ginkgo branches with a sad expression.

【Ding——】

Professor Nimus's sentimentality was interrupted by the sound of a message coming from the genealogy mailbox, and she opened the mailbox to check the email.

——— report on the progress of the completion task———

From: Hugh Abraham

Sent: 1589.11.2.Evening: 18:57.

To: Hiro Nimus

Subject: Completion Task Progress Report {Attachment (Location Identifier+)}

Content: The mission target has appeared, and I will tell the other party's information to the [Thirteen Sections], and the [Thirteen Sections] will deal with it, and the goal of this graduation is also completed.

In addition, the target appears to be linked to Jossim Fiterrier, president of the Hohenzollern Group.

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"Hohenzollern Group ······" Professor Nimus whispered with an ugly face.

She began to change her next itinerary, and she went straight to the Hohenzollern Theater, which she had shared on the email.

(End of chapter)