Upon hanging up the phone, Eric looked up and found that the students were coming back from shopping outside, free from the shadows, and the young people's enthusiasm and active nature quickly emerged from them.

"Boss, is there anything?" John asked. As the most loyal student, he was very concerned about his mentor's every move. Eric's cautiousness flashed when he put down the phone did not escape his eyes, which was completely different from his usual rough personality.

"There is a bad news." Eric's expression was gloomy, and the students immediately became alert. John and Barbie observed around. Alison and Mary took a few steps back and looked out the door in seclusion. Pete put down the snacks and crafts he bought while shopping, and the others immediately focused.

"Good reaction, keep it!" Eric praised, his tone becoming relaxed. "The professor called just now. You have been resting for too long. Now that the agreement has been passed, you should calm down. He complained that your homework is far behind. If you don't go back, your younger brothers and sisters in the lower grades will catch up. So I decided---"

He dragged his voice and looked at the students' eyes from being serious and serious to being pitiful, and announced the verdict without hesitation.

"So I decided that you all go back to the college to attend classes tomorrow."

"Shh...", the students complained. They thought it was something, but they didn't expect it to be the news. After being active outside for a few days, they began to resist the warm home-like college.

In fact, it is true. No matter how good the college is, it is a place for study and rest. For young people, they can't compare to the vast world outside. In the past, there was no choice, so young hearts should be settled in a small space. At that time, they didn't feel so strong when listening to Eric's lectures. Now they have experienced it for a few days. They no longer want to return to that boring academy.

"I also made an appointment to go for a spa." Alison was extremely disappointed.

"I also made an appointment..." John was stunned and was exposed by his friends next to him. The hot man deserved his name and was very enthusiastic. He actually met a little beauty nearby in just a few days. Now the two of them are just around the corner.

"I want to watch a movie..." This is Katie and Lorna, and even Pete is nodding.

The most unacceptable one is Baby.

"Mr. Eric. Can you stop for a few more days? Just a few days!" This was the first time that Baby was so close to Eric. He ran over and grabbed Eric's sleeve in anger, hoping that Eric would let go. "I want to go home, see my parents, just look at them, and then I will go back to the college."

As students unanimously appealed, Eric had to agree to change his return date.

"Okay, then wait a few more days and go back after the carnival."

Hearing him finally let go, the students cheered as if they had won a big victory.

Eric looked at them with a smile, chatted for a while before saying goodbye to return to the top floor.

Close the door and the rooftop fell into darkness. Eric walked to the window and closed the window. Then waved to the shadows.

A man in rags came over and looked like the kind of homeless man who made his home in a park bench.

He turned on a small lamp on the table, and the dim light covered two feet square. Eric asked the man to sit down and sat opposite him.

"What's your name?" Eric asked gently.

"Baichi Curtis." The man answered without hesitation. But he was obviously not the way Captain Curtis looked during his lifetime.

"Think about it." Eric crossed his hands on the table, staring at the man who called himself Curtis in the faint light. "What's your name?"

"...Lance Valentine." The man's voice was extremely hoarse. It seemed as if his throat was filled with countless grits, and every time he vibrated the vocal cords, he felt dry and rubbed.

"Correct." Eric lowered his eyes and ticked a sheet of paper full of tables.

"So, do you still remember your past?" he continued.

Lancer thought for a while in confusion and shook his head.

"You are from Columbia University, you are a young metallurgical scientist, and people admire your professional ability very much. They call you a genius." Eric shook the pen in his hand, making Lancer's attention more focused.

"I'm a genius." Lancer briefly repeated Eric's words.

"Yes, genius." Eric nodded. "A metallurgical genius, or physics genius, maybe a mechanical genius. In short, you are beyond your peers and arrogant."

"I... look arrogant..." Eric's words were a little difficult to speak. Lancer wanted to read it repeatedly, but his mouth didn't keep up.

"Don't worry about that word, ignore it." Eric crossed out an option and marked some characters next to it. "Raise your head and face it with your chin in front... Yes, that's it, don't be too high."

Lanser slightly retracted his jaw toward him. Now he has a correct posture. This posture can be called "stigmatized posture". It looks 70 or 80% similar to the photo on a wanted warrant.

Then Eric ordered him to narrow his pupils, so he would be 90% sure.

"I heard that you are from Latvinia?" After the adjustment, Eric's conversation continued.

"I come from Latvinia, which is located between Hungary, Romania and Serbia. The country's name comes from Latvinian, meaning "armor" and "metallic clothing"." Lanser recited like an endorsement, and mentioned his hometown. His tone was extremely dull and had no feelings, as if it was a strange place that had nothing to do with it.

"Continue." Eric didn't care about his tone, and once again ticked the paper and moved the tip of the pen to the next place.

"I am a metallurgical scientist. I discovered the formula of liquid alloys. In order to glorify my motherland, I decided to bring it back to Europe, raise funds there, and then return to my motherland to build factories so that more compatriots can share my discoveries." Lancer's experience is basically similar to the description in the newspaper, and of course there are some differences, but that doesn't matter.

"Good idea. But if you do, your team agrees?" Eric asked.

"Disagree, they tried to take away my achievements and exclude me." Lanser replied stiffly.

"So?" Eric looked at the man opposite him inquiringly. His expression was originally extremely stiff, but when asked about this question, he seemed to remember something, and his expression gradually became ferocious.

"So I kill them." Lanse's hand pressed on the table with force. The blue veins on the back of his hand burst out, and his eyes were clear and boundless, but blood red. He suddenly lifted the table and roared loudly like an out-of-control beast.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" His voice was extremely loud. I don't know how the fragile vocal cords could afford it. Maybe it was the credit of liquid metal. If Eric hadn't done special sound insulation for the top floor building, he might have been alarmed by him.

Eric sat in place and looked at him coldly. The small lamp fell on the ground. It was still performing its mission. The table was made of iron. After it rolled into the sky, it became a floating state. The white paper covered with the table fell slowly and returned to its owner.

"Failed. Mr. Lancer." Eric repeated with the form in his grasp. "Your grades failed."

"I want to see Shirley." Lanser said, staring at the person on the chair. "I want to see Angel."

In his few memories, these two names represent the people he is closest to, warm, fragrant, and playful, cute names, and the shadows of two women, one big and one small, circling rapidly in his heart, but they can't see clearly what they look like.

Lancer still retains so many memories, and knows nothing else.

"Sit down." Eric ordered coldly.

Lanse hesitated for a moment and sat down cross-legged. He knew that he could not disobey this one's orders. He had contacted the power of this one when he was sleeping forever, and that was his master or natural enemy.

"Execute my orders, you will definitely meet your family, but I will not allow you to disobey my will again. Every resistance will bring you further away from them." Lancer lowered his head weakly after a powerful warning.

"Now, let's repeat it again. I ask, you answer." The table fell in its original position, and the small lamp jumped up by itself. Under the dim light, the new life formed by the soul fragments of the former pilot and the liquid robot were recited helplessly.

"I am from Latvinia. Victor von Doum is my fellow countryman. I am now wanted and hope to get his protection." Lanser said monotonously.

"Will he protect you?" Eric asked softly, but this question was beyond the scope of memory. Lancer was dumbfounded and could not answer.

Eric didn't need his answer, so he left this question to the distressed Latvinian to think about.

If he still had ambitions and wanted to make a career, he would not let his desperate genius fellow countryman.

When Erick taught new life, the man he had planned to wake up from his sleep. After he lost from the park, he got into someone else's car in a daze and was sent back to his house.

"Who sent me back?" He walked out of the bedroom with barefoot barefoot on the floor. There was only one servant in the living room on the night.

"It's Miss Susan." The servant stood up and replied respectfully. Dum had a bad temper but was generous. His servant could get a lot of benefits from him.

"Where are hers?" Dum asked anxiously.

"She's gone." The servant hesitated for a moment, looked at Dum's expression, and found that he was staring at him, so he didn't dare to have any more worries. He quickly said everything he knew. "She packed up her things and moved it out."

He thought Dum would be furious and prepared to withstand the storm, but Dum did not do that.
Chapter completed!