"What's going on now and what level will you do in the future?"

As a four-person group who is quite accomplished in the field of medical skills, Porsh took the initiative to answer the conversation, poured his cup back and drank it in one sip.

Looking at Bechimo, his eyes were helpless.

They are now in their fifties and sixties. They have long passed the age of impulsiveness in their work. After so many years of hard work in Demingham, they have already thought about many things clearly.

Among the four, Bechimo Edward was the most rigid. He could hardly persuade him to come back what he wanted to do, let alone what he had started to do.

"It depends on the situation. In order to ensure that I will be poisoned, they dare not use those poisons, for fear that I will check it out, and the formula I use is very special, which just gave me a chance. This poison is specifically targeted at the alien disciples. The more you use your talent, the greater the damage to your body... It will definitely be used in the future, and the opportunity will come soon. I have to follow their wishes. Otherwise, if I sit in the police station office for a day, they will not dare to take action for a day, and will only hide their means deeper, which will be of no use to our plan at that time."

As the only two dominant powerhouse in the Demingham government, Bechimo Edward's existence itself is the greatest threat to all forces that covet Demingham. If he doesn't fall, no one dares to really jump out and take action.

"That is to say, you still have time. I can try to help you detoxify first and then create one for you..."

"Porsh."

Messel just shouted his name.

"Okay, I know, I won't say it."

He raised his left hand and wiped his cheek, opened his mouth and closed it, holding back a certain emotion. He knew that it was just his wishful thinking.

Is there any way to detoxify something that is prepared at such a high price for thunderstorms?

There should be some.

After all, unless it is the kind of poison that immediately falls to the ground and dies after a sip, there will naturally be ways to relieve the others.

The question is whether he has time to configure it?

Since Thunderstorm has prepared this poison, there must be a way to make Bechimo use his talent, and he has to use it!

"This time it should be a formal action. The other party has made a lot of plans and has been entrenched in Demingham. The Aden Spear, which claims to be absolutely neutral, is in control of them. The killers gathered over the years are a very lethal team. Once these people are determined to attack Demingham's government agencies, it will be very troublesome... You have to help me extend the survival time after the poison attack, which is enough for me to clean up all these people, because it is not ruled out that the other party also has a dominant strong man, so you have to find a way to ensure that my strength can be maintained in full force. After that, it doesn't matter."

Talk about his own death, as ordinary as drinking water and eating. He looked at his three friends, and Bechimo, who had stopped talking, spoke again.

"You don't have to regret it. I wouldn't choose this plan a few days ago, but now it's different. She is back and lives a good life. I don't regret what I did for the empire, but now I have the opportunity to atone for myself and help her return to a normal life. Then even if I give everything for it, I will do whatever I want!"

"There are solutions, and the price you need to pay in the end may be a bit serious... There should be no problem for you, so I won't say it."

Porsh raised his glass, and the other three raised their glasses, drank them in big gulps, and then said,

"Tell me about the situation here. The ability of bait consumption has been fully developed. It is undoubtedly correct to consume so many precious medicinal materials to save her dying life. It is currently available at any time, but it is still the same old problem. We need someone to control the vessel and someone to send it to the destination. This is still an urgent matter. My son alone is not enough. His strength is not enough to cross such a long distance, especially when taking care of the two."

"Don't worry, we still have time. We have been waiting for these years, and it's not bad for this period of time. My box is in good condition. We should have time to catch up with the progress... But there may be some problems around me recently. Although I have roughly a goal, I'm not sure. It's the airship ceremony soon. I'm going to try to find this person and enter the critical period of our entire plan...Porsh, that body should come in handy now, right?"

Semier held a handful of peanuts in his hand and threw them into his mouth one by one, chewing them with big mouths, occasionally some debris appeared from the corners of his mouth.

For a top noble, this is an extremely rude behavior, and he will only do this in front of them.

"I have been sealing it with a mirror, but you have to prepare in advance and not let anyone discover it."

"Don't worry, I only know about the dark rooms in the ancient house of Garcia. By the way, Fern, let's talk about your situation. We are just preparing for it afterwards. Your things are the core of the entire plan. What is the current situation? Take it out and take it out and take it out and take a look."

The four of them were each responsible for part of the plan. Fern was the most calm and careful in his work, and had enough free time before the plan officially began, so he was responsible for the part that needed to be paid attention to the most.

"I got tired of watching that thing two or three years ago. You three are fine. You must watch every party... Don't stand there, Semire, clear the peanut shells you peeled off. If something happens to this thing, do you believe that the astrologer in the imperial court can clean me up and then snatch me up and parade?"

The responsibility of engaging in the four-person group is Fern. Even though he usually looks silent to the outside world, he is just for outsiders to see.

Picking up a wooden suitcase from your feet, it looks almost the same as those file boxes on the roadside. However, when half of the things on the desktop are cleared, you can hear a dull sound when you put the box on it.

This is a mechanical box made of all metal.

"No, I don't agree with you, Fern. We can do this for the Empire. Then a pair of shorts can still be left for you."

While talking about a joke, Semier's eyes were staring at the box.

"If I were paraded, I would definitely be the first to give you it, and it would be the star map that the peanut shells you ate were hit."

The hands covered the front of the box, and the thumb and index finger pressed on the upper and lower edges of the box, slowly spreading to both sides. A slight creaking sound revealed the four circles marked with various numbers in the center, which were wrapped together.

“13,8,16,21…”

Turn one by one, vertically erect the four numbers in a row, and the metal shells on all sides are stretched open by mechanical brackets. Put your hands on both sides, pulling two small metal rings respectively, and the layer where the lock ring is placed is also opened.

The object stored in this box that is so confidential is a round stone slab.

From the side, it looks like an irregular purple crystal cross-section. I don’t know how many neat and smooth gems are in the jewelry store.

However, if you turn your eyes to its front, you will know that this is probably the only treasure in the world, because the front of this irregular crystal slab with a radius of about 10 inches is a brilliant galaxy that constantly shines with brilliant light!

Countless starlight flowed on the surface of the crystal slab, as if in just a blink of an eye, the galaxy flowed forward for an unknown distance.

"I have just seen the situation of that place before I came. The energy surge has approached the highest peak in recent years. It will not take long to complete it. We have waited for so many years and finally achieved results. All our efforts have not been in vain. Whether it is ours... or theirs, although it may be inappropriate to say this, sometimes I really admire those who have given everything for it. Although their original intentions are very bad, the ending may not be good... Look carefully."

Fern slowly formed seals in his hand, and the speed of the galaxy began to speed up wildly, and eventually it looked like a vortex dragged out by the starlight.

A clear picture is revealed on the star map.

That deep and obscure sea of ​​darkness.

That ball seemed to have nurtured all the pure balls of light...

**

The wide streets connect huge machinery factories and shipyard buildings. Cranes that are often more than ten meters high must be installed on special platforms to use hooks.

These machines and equipment that do not exist in the city of Demingham are everywhere here.

Demingham’s industrial center – Whale Island!

The sound of wind and waves in the Osweaver Sea is particularly loud here because the entire Whale Island is not large in area and is surrounded by the sea on all sides.

On the edge of this island, in addition to the port, there is more of a building that only exists on the whale island - the whale house.

Of course, the so-called whale house is not the residence of whales... In fact, it can be said that it is just their residence after death.

The blood and oil of the whale accumulate here make the entire whale house smell a strange fishy smell. Some people who have never been in contact with this work will feel that their entire taste will collapse if they stay here for a few minutes.

At this time, a whale that had just been delivered was placed horizontally in the whale house. A large number of neatly dressed workers were carrying various instruments to tear it open. The roof of the house was turned on, and the power was extremely high, and the room was as bright as daytime.

And in the upper floor of the whale house, there are people.

Someone was kneeling on the ground, holding his hands on the floor, his blood mixed with saliva, and his consciousness became blurred.

"You go to the sea fair...well?"

"Who asked you to go?"

"Who told you that you can go out and expose yourself at will at will?"

"You... it really disappointed me. I originally thought it was a dog that could be used no matter what. Even if the quality was different, I would at least recognize the owner... I really didn't expect that you have a lot of ideas?"

He held a bottle of perfume in his hand and swayed between his nose. No matter how many times he came here, he felt very disgusting.

Because of the environment.
Chapter completed!