"That guy must have some complaints, right?"
On the iron crystal seat, under the huge alchemy reactor, the Grand Master, who was buried in the workbench, suddenly looked up.
The purser, who was assisting beside him, suddenly laughed. "Please forgive me for being blunt. If it were me, I might have really usurped the throne … I can see that Mr. Secretary is quite good at this."
"Young people nowadays don't know how to appreciate the good intentions of the leaders?"
The Grand Master clicked his tongue unhappily. "That guy, maybe he doesn't even know the damn smell on his body …"
"To be honest, I can't smell anything." The purser raised his eyes and glanced at his boss. "Didn't your nose lose its smell many years ago?"
"It's just a little different from ordinary people. Although I lost the ordinary sense of smell, I became sharper in other aspects. Sometimes I really don't know whether that accident is good or bad."
The Grand Master paused for a moment and suddenly laughed mockingly. "Maybe if it was twenty years earlier, I would be ecstatic because of such a change."
"I hope you can recover soon."
The purser shrugged. "But I'm more curious now. What is the smell you're talking about?"
Since the explosion of the furnace, the Grand Master had become like this.
To be able to become like this was enough to show the Grand Master's ultimate attainment in alchemy.
He lost 72% of his skin, was severely burned, and lost two-thirds of his body. His heart, liver, and lungs were all fatally wounded.
His Divine Mark was broken, and his soul was completely disintegrated.
Inside the heavily sealed alchemy workshop, without anyone to rescue him, after 27 hours of self-treatment and struggle, he miraculously returned to the human world.
The miraculous alchemist once again forged his own life.
The price was that he lost most of his emotions and all of his sense of touch. The foundation of life sublimated from the fragile carbon-based synthesis to the operation of miracles.
He had become an alchemy furnace, creating miracles from his life all the time.
A black box.
No one knew the inner workings of the black box. Many people could not even figure out whether the grand master in front of them was the alchemist in the past, or an autonomous answering machine that he had created to simulate himself before his death.
But the purser never doubted it.
Whether it was the patient with severe depression or the emotionless man in front of him, he could feel that his best friend still existed in the body in front of him, like a flame, burning all the time.
And after abandoning most human bodies and turning himself into a human-shaped border relic, the Grandmaster gained certain senses and vision that surpassed common sense.
While it was becoming more and more inhuman, it was also getting closer to the essence of a miracle.
All pretenses and falsehoods were exposed in front of him.
Therefore, when the Grand Master talked about his feelings, the purser was not shocked. What he wanted to know more was what the Great Grandmaster had sensed from this young man.
"Stench."
The Great Grandmaster replied mercilessly and with great disdain, "It's the stench of a naïve and stubborn brat! He didn't look at the situation, didn't look at the atmosphere, didn't look at whether it was appropriate or not, and didn't know how to restrain himself. Once he started to lose his temper, there would be no end to it.
Once a person like him got involved in something, it would always give everyone a headache in the end.
In this aspect, he was exactly the same as Russell. No wonder the two bastards liked each other … "
"Other than that?"
"The sour stench could be smelled from hundreds of meters away. How many women did that guy have under his feet? Why hasn't he exploded on the spot yet? It wouldn't be strange if such a guy was dismembered by his lovers one day, right? "
"Ahaha, young people really know how to play." The purser chuckled softly, "If you ask me, it's also a great specialty to be able to make girls like him. You see, the Great Grandmaster, you don't have this … "
The Great Grandmaster raised his eyes and glared at him.
The purser shrugged indifferently and was not afraid at all. We've been partners for so many years, who are you trying to scare?
"Other than that?" the purser continued to ask.
"What other than that?"
"To be envied by the Great Grandmaster, he shouldn't only have such advantages as idealism and good luck with women, right?"
"Jealous?" The Great Grandmaster paused and frowned, "I'm jealous of him?"
"Yes, jealous."
The purser raised his eyes and looked at him seriously. "If you ask me, after so many years, I have seen many people who made you angry, but to make you feel envious and unhappy from the bottom of your heart … This is the first time I've seen someone who made you feel envious and unhappy. Is it because I'm old and dim-sighted, sir, or did I misunderstand something? "
After staring at him for a long time, the Great Grandmaster finally snorted helplessly.
"… Isn't your nose much more sensitive than mine?"
"Thanks for the compliment." The purser asked with a smile, "Then, what's the answer?"
"… Bitter."
The Great Grandmaster was silent for a long time and said unhappily, "And bitter."
"Bitter?"
"Yes, it's different from the miserable bitter almond taste and the bitter taste of torture. It's a rare bitter taste — like the last taste of poison."
After so many years, the purser still could not get used to the Great Grandmaster's wonderful analogy, and it was difficult for him to understand what he meant.
"That taste is not his own. It's a gift left by something else, like a hope placed on him. But what they left is completely different from hope, and it's also completely different from despair. "
The Great Grandmaster pondered for a long time and said softly, "If I have to say, it's release, right?"
The purser was puzzled.
"Yes, release, end, end — that's it. That's it. That little bastard did not know what he did, and how many people or monsters he killed, but those people were very grateful to him before they died, without any resentment."
Speaking of this, the Great Grandmaster sneered, "I'm afraid he doesn't know how terrifying his attraction to hell creatures is. For those who are desperate for an end, he's like a savior and a blessing.
Since the first time I saw him, I understood Russell's meaning … Since that old bastard is not afraid that his heir will fall into the abyss, why should I think too much? "
After a short silence, the purser looked at the Great Grandmaster in shock, "Is this a tacit dirty deal between the higher-ups?"
"It's just a little tacit understanding because I know the other's bad character too well."
The Great Grandmaster clicked his tongue unhappily and urged, "Hurry up, don't dawdle … Also, how's the battle?"
"Five minutes ago, it's still in a stalemate," the purser replied.
"The one in charge of the operation is Ogyust. Although that troublesome fellow has a slightly serious suicidal tendency, at least there won't be a problem before he dies."
"Is that so?"
The Great Grandmaster smiled viciously.
Raising his finger, he picked up the red-hot cauldron beside him and poured all the venom and calamity within it into the cauldron. Then, amidst the dancing flames, the red-hot skull-shaped goblet opened its mouth and let out a soundless roar.
It was a success!
This was the last thing left after the Great Grandmaster killed the metal baby and caused the complete collapse of the sub-control center.
After peeling off all the insignificant foreign objects and things stored above, what was left was the most essential function of the sub-control center.
It was an interface that led to the core.
"Although I've read the report, it's still a little doubtful." The purser curiously moved closer and sighed, "Will this thing really work?"
"You'll know after you try."
The Great Grandmaster reached out and took out the huge metal skull.
It was like the most exquisite wine cup, every detail perfect.
As the fire dispersed, the red-hot skull wine cup quickly returned to its original pale appearance, as if it was really made with a human skull.
However, in the originally empty cup, drops of scarlet liquid slowly seeped out, emitting a fragrance, like a peerless wine.
Anyone who knew the inside story could not help but take a few steps back, as if they were facing a great enemy, afraid that a little bit of the liquid would splash on them.
The Great Grandmaster held the wine cup and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, he showed a disturbing smile, "I remember there's still Huai Shi's blood sample here? Give it to me, I'll add a little more … Those are all good things. "
Not long after, a tube of 20 milliliters of blood was sprinkled into the cup, making the wine in the cup boil instantly. But soon, the scarlet liquid that had turned into a pitch-black liquid unbelievably recovered its clarity.
It was colorless and transparent, and no fragrance floated out from it.
Only countless dream-like bubbles kept rising from it, touching the air and breaking silently. The dream in it disappeared without a trace.
It seemed to be some kind of carbonated drink that was similar to happy water and could also make people happy.
"Send a signal to Auguste."
The Great Grandmaster held the wine cup and suddenly said, "Tell him that a storm is coming."
The purser turned and left in a hurry.
Soon, he came back again and nodded solemnly to the Great Grandmaster.
"There's only day and night, isn't it lonely?"
In the dead silence, the Great Grandmaster raised the wine cup, as if toasting to an invisible thing, and smiled coldly, "Let's add something here …"
He flipped his wrist.
All the liquid in the cup was poured out.
Almost endless sweet wine emerged from the cup, fell down with the Great Grandmaster's action, and disappeared in the air inconceivably.
No place could be seen anymore.
Instead, there were vibrations and roars coming from outside the iron crystal.
That was the sky —
At this moment, under the dim light of dusk, clouds suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shrouding this land that had been dry for thousands of years.
Thunder rumbled, playing the heavenly drum.
A hurricane began to sweep through the air, and then a gloomy chill shrouded everyone's heart with the rapid growth of the clouds.
The Great Grandmaster pressed the remote control of hell.
The storm came as expected!
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It was the last day of the month, and I finally finished writing. I began to read the event posts, trying to announce the results and rewards after dinner.
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