Magus Tech (Technological Wizard)

Somewhere in the world, the headquarters of the Truth Society.

In a room more than fifty meters long, wide and ten meters high, dozens of bronze lampposts were burning quietly as before, emitting dim light.

In the center of the room, behind a bone table as smooth as ivory, sat a man with colorful rings. On the surface of the bone table, there are many documents, and the man is browsing them one by one.

After browsing for a while, with a "squeak", a small door on the wall of the room opened, and a fat figure walked in quickly with strides.

The man sitting behind the bone table noticed something, put down the documents he was browsing, and raised his head slightly to look at the figure walking in.

"Golov, what's the matter?" the man asked aloud.

The fat Golov who walked in stood still, tried his best to bend his waist, and reported in a respectful voice: "Master, do you still remember that you asked me to resurrect Chekaf more than three months ago? The resurrection failed at the time because People from the Kingdom of God stopped him, they are repairing Chekav's soul. You tell me, let him contact you immediately when Chekav's soul is repaired."

The man raised his eyebrows, guessing a certain possibility, and asked aloud: "So, Chekav's soul has been repaired? Isn't the speed slow? At the beginning, it was said that it might take four months."

"Uh, it's actually not fixed." Golov quickly explained.

"What's going on?" The man frowned.

"That's right, my lord." Golov opened his mouth and said, "It does take about four months for Chekav's soul to recover, but the restoration has repaired most of it so far, allowing him to recover some Memory, with a certain level of communication skills. He took the initiative to contact you and wanted to communicate with you about something."

"Is that so?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Okay, let's get in touch, I'm just wondering what's going on with him."

"Yes." Golov replied, wiped off his sweat, and started operating on the spot.

All I saw was that he flipped his hand, and a crystal ball appeared in his hand. This crystal ball is surprisingly large, with a diameter of more than 30 centimeters. Strictly speaking, the shape is not a standard spherical shape, it is a bit flat. The surface has deeply concave lines, like a pumpkin, and it is the kind that has been in the storage room for a long time.

Golov held the flat crystal ball in his hand, bent down hard, carefully placed it on the ground, and then slapped the top of the crystal ball.

With the injection of mana, the crystal ball suddenly lit up, and the surface flashed green light.

Inside, a beam of light blue light rushes out, forming a three-dimensional image of a human body about half a meter above the crystal ball.

The image is rather blurry and there are not many details, but from those capable eyes, it can be barely recognized that it is Chekhav who died for a long time because of Richard.

After Chekav appeared, he looked around and saw the man sitting directly in front of him behind the bone table. He quickly bowed and saluted: "Master Gray Mist!"

"Hmm." The man responded softly, not paying much attention, and asked in a low voice, "Chekav, I heard from Golov that your soul has not been completely repaired, only part of the memory has been retrieved, so it will See me in a hurry, what's the matter?"

"Yes, my lord." Chekav said, "From the recovered memory, I found a problem related to my death. It is not easy to determine what happened in the Southern Freedom Federation. .”

"You mean, let me deal with the branch of the Southern Freedom Federation right now?" the man raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No." Chekav shook his head, "I dare not let my lord do this. After all, my memory is not complete now, and even if it is complete, there is no direct evidence. It is too much to deal with a branch of a region directly. It’s hasty, I can’t bear it if I make a mistake, and it won’t have a good influence on adults.”

"Then what do you want to do?" the man asked.

Chekav replied: "My lord, my idea is to ask you to pay more attention to the Confederate States of Liberty recently, stay vigilant, and prevent any major accidents from happening. However, according to my guess, they should not be exposed in such a hurry.

After a period of time, I have recovered all my memories, and I will go to the Southern Freedom Federation again in person after I recover perfectly. When the time comes, I have the confidence to figure everything out and give the adults an explanation. "

"Is that so?" The man looked at Chekav and asked seriously, "How long will it take until you completely restore your soul and restore all your memories?"

"According to the current progress, at most one month."

"Okay then." The man agreed.

"Thank you, my lord." Chekav bowed and saluted, his figure slowly dissipated, and the crystal ball on the ground also dimmed.

Contact ended.

Golov, who had been waiting by the side, walked towards the crystal ball, ready to put it away.

The man tilted his head, looked at Golov, and suddenly asked, "Golov, what do you think of this?"

"Ah?" Golov was taken aback, stopped moving, and looked at the man suspiciously, "My lord, what do you think?"

"Do you think Chekav is telling the truth? Or is he hiding something?" the man asked.

Golov showed a surprised expression, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, obviously he did not expect to be asked such a question.

"My... my lord, I think... what Chekav said should be true... After all, he is your subordinate, and he dare not and will not deceive you." Golov stammered, rather Nervous, "Just like me, I am absolutely loyal to you, as loyal to the true God, without any deceit."

"Maybe..." the man said noncommittally.

Golov panicked, his legs went limp and he almost knelt on the ground, and said quickly, "My lord, I really didn't lie to you, I..."

"Okay, I'm talking about Chekav." The man gave Golov a glance and said.

"Uh, yes." Golov returned to normal.

"Okay, you go down first." The man looked at Golov and waved his hand in disgust.

"Yes." Golov hurriedly walked towards the door, but within a few steps, the man stopped him again.

"Wait!"

"What, my lord?" Golov stopped and turned to look at the man.

"Take away the Eye of Mogg." The man pointed at the crystal ball that had been left on the ground.

"Um, yes." Only then did Golov realize that he forgot, walked to the crystal ball, put his hands away, and quickly left the room.

After Golov left, the man looked at the closed door, shook his head slightly, and commented softly: "It's really far behind Chekav, too far away."

"I hope Chekaf really didn't hide it. After all, excellent subordinates are indeed rare. If you can't lose them, you won't lose them. It would be great if Chekaf can prove his loyalty and really dig out something in a month's time. .hope……"