Mystique:Demon Hunter

Outside Frank's laboratory door, Cattleya stood quietly, listening to the conversation inside.

"Aren't you worried about them?" A soft voice came from behind her.

"Queen." Cattleya turned around and bowed.

Bernadette looked at the door with deep eyes, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thin door and see the scene inside.

She said calmly: "They are trying to do something that can change the world."

Cattleya asked doubtfully: "Queen, you seem to have great confidence in them?"

"Yes, I have confidence in them." Bernadette's voice was determined.

"But, can Frank really do such a thing? He has only been able to develop some strange things, let my ship... let the crops change according to his ideas, this is incredible."

Cattleya felt that this was completely whimsical.

In her opinion, this kind of thing has reached the realm of creating things according to one's own thoughts. It is impossible for a sequence six "biologist" to do such a thing.

After all, the things that Frank had researched before this were useful, but not very useful. They were useless, but they were somewhat useful. Anyway, there were never any problems.

"Before my father changed the world, who in the world would have believed that humans could create a machine that could move on its own without the involvement of extraordinary abilities?" Bernadette said softly.

asked rhetorically.

"But the Emperor is different. And the machines are dead things, but what they want to do is already getting involved in the realm of creation." Cattleya retorted in disbelief.

"They are all the same." Bernadette looked at the scene in the room quietly and did not continue talking.

Are they all the same? Cattleya looked at Bernadette and then at the room, looking a little confused.

The conversation in the room continued.

"So, do the special species you want to create need to be taken care of by extraordinary people?" Gawain asked.

"Uh... Of course, is it possible to let ordinary people come? They can't take care of this special extraordinary species." Frank said with some confusion.

"No, you don't understand that the people who can really change the world are ordinary people without extraordinary abilities." Gawain shook his finger and said inscrutably.

"Do you know how many extraordinary people there are in this world?" He gently knocked on the table and asked.

"Uh... several thousand? Tens of thousands? To be honest, I don't quite understand this." Frank shook his head and replied.

Gawain didn't really want to ask for specific numbers, he just wanted to lead to the next topic.

"Even if it's tens of thousands, do you know how many times there are ordinary people than extraordinary people?"

"Ten times? Even more than a hundred times." Gawain said directly and firmly without waiting for Frank to answer.

"But although there are many of them, they don't have extraordinary abilities." Frank was a little puzzled.

"No, you don't understand. Even if you can breed all kinds of magical creatures, how much food can you breed and how many people can you feed?" Gawain stood up and said condescendingly.

"Frank, you are just one person, and it is impossible for all the extraordinary people in the world to take care of the growth of your crops."

"However, these special species I have researched must be looked after by extraordinary people. Otherwise, some... uh... strange things will happen." Frank said with some difficulty.

"Yes, that's why I suggest you give up research on this special species you mentioned, because they are unlikely to change the world."

Gawain stood in front of Frank, denied the results he had been proud of, and then quickly continued:

"But if you can cultivate a high-yielding crop that ordinary people can grow, have a short growth cycle, and can adapt to various extreme environments, what will it bring to you?"

He tapped his fingers hard on the table, making his words more powerful and touching:

"At that time, the seeds of this crop will spread throughout the world, and all the land in the world will be planted with the food crops you have researched, and the Church of the Mother Goddess will become the largest church.

"From Roen to Intis, from Fusac to Balam, people in all lands will call your name, and you will also become Saint Frank!"

At this moment, Gawain's emotional guidance ability was fully activated, waving his arms vigorously, as if he was possessed by a mustache.

"But, can I...can do it?" Frank couldn't believe it.

"Of course, believe in yourself. Next, I will tell you what the selective expression of genes is..."

Outside the door, Cattleya heard that everyone was in chaos. She felt that either she was crazy, or the two people inside were crazy.

If you just want to develop a semi-out of control high-yielding crop that only extraordinary people can take care of, then that's fine. After all, it seems a little bit reasonable.

Based on Frank's previous record, if he is lucky, he might be able to succeed.

But now Anduin actually said that such species are garbage. Let us develop a high-yielding crop that ordinary people can grow, have a short growth cycle, and can adapt to various extreme environments.

Such bizarre words made her think that Anduin must have eaten something given by Frank and damaged his brain.

And the most important thing is that her queen didn't feel unusual at all when listening to the words of the two people inside.

This made her feel that either there was something wrong with herself or there was something wrong with the people next to her.

Just when she was about to open the door and go in, the two people inside who had started talking nonsense could clear their minds.

A soft voice came from behind her: "Don't disturb them, this is a good thing."

Cattleya turned back, looked at Bernadette and said, "Queen, I just think this is a bit..."

"Don't worry, they're not crazy. You've been busy all day, go back and rest first," Bernadette said.

"Then...okay." Cattleya said helplessly.

She turned around and was about to leave, when she suddenly noticed a sacred breath appearing in the room.

She paused in her steps and turned back to look at the closed laboratory door, feeling a little unresponsive for a moment.

When she came back to her senses and realized what had happened, she asked in surprise: "A descendant of the Earth Mother!? Is it Frank?"

"No, there is Anduin." Bernadette looked at the door of the room and said with deep eyes.