Moxiso was silent for a moment, then said, "Fran, let's make a deal." You help me once, I'll tell you something. He went on to say, "Don't worry about those two little guys, they're just a bunch of rat-eyed aristocrats, and the precision gears can still protect them." ”

Fran shook his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Moxisosian. I can't help you this time, I'm already planning a trip. ”

Moxiso tapped his mask, "It's not good news for me, but it's a wise choice. I respect your choice. ”

He stood up from the couch and handed a small box to Fran, "This is your parting gift, I wish you a pleasant trip." ”

Fran took it, "Thank you, Mr. Moxiso." Moxiso nodded, not dissuading him further, but silently exited through a small door.

Fran opened the box, which was cushioned with elaborate black velvet cotton, framed by a piece of white jade, on which a delicate mechanical watch was placed.

It was a spider's nest, but it seemed to have undergone a drastic change, with the original black and unpretentious dial replaced by the iconic purple dial, which was etched with a spider made of dark red lines, and the hands were no longer the unpretentious models of the previous model, but instead adopted a kind of silk-web, elongated, shaped hands.

Inside the box is a note with three large angular letters on it, Homecoming.

Untie the strap made of some soft metal, put the low-luxury mechanical watch on your wrist, and click on the holographic simulation screen.

In an instant, countless messages came out, most of them from the two siblings, and only a few came from Morgan and Mosin. reported safety to Poson and Mo Lin respectively. Then I clicked on Morgan's message.

Morgan: There will be guests coming to your house in the near future, pay attention to etiquette.

Fran replied: Roger.

After thinking about it, I felt very blunt, so I attached an emoji of a puppy Biye. I regretted it a little after sending it, but it would be even stranger if I withdrew it at this time. Fran shook his head, a smile that was still a little unnatural, and it seemed that he was still not comfortable with his current state.

Morgan:??? Fran, are you okay???

Fran: I'm fine, thank you, Mr. Morgan.

Morgan: Well, I just got a notice that you're going to have more than one guest there, and it always feels like you're going to be prosperous lately.

Fran: Thank you.

Morgan: Go back early, you have a troublesome guy at home, and it's not convenient for me to deal with it.

Trouble guys? Fran was a little puzzled, but he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, the director of the Inquisition Bureau just said that he was a troublesome guy, so there must be no danger, right?

Sato pushed open the small door at this time, and saw Fran who was a little tangled, he ran over and patted Fran on the shoulder with a big grin, "What do you say?" Not ready for a test drive feast? ”

"Hmm......" Fran nodded in response.

"It's a good thing, just in the past few days, several groups of people have come to inquire about the feast, so it's better not to test drive. If you don't have any money in the future, I'll find you a few jobs. Sato smiled heartily.

"Then thank you, Mr. Sato." Fran tugged at the corners of his mouth stiffly, revealing a standard but somewhat eerie smile. The work in Sato's mouth is most likely to be used as a test object for some researchers' experimental projects. However, Fran is not averse to doing this kind of thing, the demon or the recovery power of the family is far beyond ordinary people, but it is just to participate in a few dangerous experiments, and then be drawn a few tubes of blood, you can get enough living expenses for three people for a few months, this is undoubtedly an excellent job.

"What are you doing here? Why are you still grimacing......" Sato asked suspiciously, "you can't have a broken nerve, can you?" Let's go, take you to my laboratory to check ......"

The test is fake, and the white prostitution experiment should be real.

Fran restrained his smile, "No, I'm going home today." I'll come back to Mr. Sato when I'm free. ”

Sato smacked his mouth with some regret, and then walked out the door with Fran. After passing through one staggered corridor after another, Fran finally reached the clearing where he and Morgan had stopped and waited when he first entered the precision gear.

A familiar researcher greeted him from afar, and Fran responded politely. Most of those researchers have been invited to participate in their experiments in the past week.

Well, as an experimental product.

"That's fast," Sato sighed a little...... "It's only a week, and you've completed the test drive that should have been completed in half a month, and even slaughtered a god along the way." ”

"Just a crippled god." Fran said modestly. During the week's test drive, Fran spent the rest of the day on the armor called the Feast, except for the necessary food and rest. Even the sleeping time was shortened to less than three hours with the help of a special agent produced by a precision gear.

And this almost devilish way of test driving was proposed by Fran himself to Moxiso, and after a short period of consideration, Moxiso readily agreed to this request that would be beneficial to the test drive. But when asked by Sato occasionally, Fran replied that there was no reason, just that he wanted to be faster.

But thanks to this week's devilish test drive, otherwise in that abandoned factory area, Fran would not have been able to drive the feast so handily. But then again, if it hadn't been for this week's test drive, there would probably not have been Fran who would have fought the gods that night.

Rather, it is a saturated high-explosive incendiary bomb. It can only be said that misfortune and blessing are relied upon, and blessing and misfortune are lurking.

"Then don't do it?" Sato held out his hand.

Fran hesitated for a moment, then took Sato's outstretched hand, "Say goodbye......"

When he walked out of the passage that he picked up, the old butler was already standing by the black limousine and waiting for a long time. The afterglow of the setting sun shines brightly on the etched keel cross. The old man's white hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and he bowed and saluted, "Young Master, let's go home......"

Fran nodded, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

The old butler bowed respectfully and opened the door for Franco, "This is as it should be." ”

With the limousine, Fran looked at the retreating wasteland outside the car, his throat moved, and he swallowed his saliva.

"Mr. Morgan told me that there was some trouble at home, and I told me more."

The old man smiled bitterly, and then spoke, "The incarnation of the voyeur has borrowed the Norton Pavilion ......"

"Voyeur?"

"The Voyeur is an ancient demigod who has always been neutral. He likes to observe events and then disseminate them on a certain medium. It seems that he was attracted by Orin's upcoming Plane Exchange Conference, and for some reason he temporarily stayed in the Norton Pavilion. There is nothing unusual at the moment. ”