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Chapter 328 Wordsworth's Secret Weapon VS Little Genius (4k+)
In the Bastia restaurant, Liu Yonglu and three other friends sat at the table and feasted on the food. It must be said that the food in this restaurant carefully selected by Alva was really delicious.

Although the dishes are not exquisite, the portions are good and the taste is great.

Alva was slumped in the chair next to him, his arms hanging limply on the chair. The boss held the bowl of soup and fed it to his mouth spoon by spoon, as if he was trying to save his life.

Lin Bei's punches and kicks were quite powerful. Liu Yonglu even doubted that if Lin Bei was wearing his usual brass knuckles, he could have knocked Alva out with one punch.

"Ricky...Wordsworth...has been planning this for a long time, ahem, it can't...be underestimated."

Looking at the four people having dinner at the table, Alva had a strange sense of unreality. These people...are they really investigators?
"I... met Wordsworth four years ago... At that time, he had already begun preparing... for the Continental Exposition... It was just a coincidence that he arrived there. His... real goal was the Lost Sea."

"We all know about this. Didn't you say there was a secret weapon?"

Liu Yonglu's mouth was full of toasted garlic bread, and he uttered something incoherently.

"I don't know the details, but I can be sure that it is related to the Special Event Containment Department.

It is also related to the...deity behind him. It is said that the deity is very weak, but may have recovered recently."

Containment Department? Millie Tang lowered her head and tore the bread into small pieces, slowly dipping them into the sauce on the plate.

Indeed, there was a researcher who was controlled by someone in room 1408 before. After several people were rescued, Millie Tang also asked about the progress of the matter.

But the shelter didn't find any key clues at the investigator's home. From what Alva said, it was Wordsworth who did it.

For the Continental Exposition, the Investigation Department borrowed a lot of things and manpower from the Containment Department, but no one knew where Wordsworth had done anything.

“So…let me go back, and I’ll figure it out for you…

Don't worry, no matter what the result is, I will meet you again... and I won't just leave.

Please give this to Nicholas for me."

As he spoke, Alva took off a necklace from his neck with great effort. The pendant was a clockwork key as thick as a little finger.

"Okay, but I have to cast a forbidden spell on you first to prevent you from escaping." Millie Tang asked Alva.

"No problem... whatever you want."

Alva smiled. Although his body felt like it was falling apart and his internal organs were being torn apart by pain, he felt much more relaxed.

"It's okay for you to go, but I don't think you can gather intelligence, brother."

Liu Yonglu was eating French fries. In his heart, he had already judged Alva. He believed that BK would not survive if he went back. Alva was still young, and after running away from home, the only occult scholar he had contacted was Wordsworth. It was inevitable that he underestimated his enemy.

But Liu Yonglu felt the same as Ming Jing'er. He had met too many cult leaders after he traveled through time, such as Patrick, Lewis, Token, etc., too many to count. He knew too well what kind of people these were.

"I... I said that he was beaten by you... the people from the Saint Maiden Sect. He should... believe it."

"Okay, okay, go play by yourself for a while. Let me ask you one last time, do you really want to help?
If you really want to help, you have to be willing to give it your all."

"Ricky...I'm not even afraid of death, what do you think?"

Alva laughed miserably and shook his head. What he feared most now was facing Nicholas. The reproach of his conscience was more painful than killing him.

"Okay, I'll beat you up if you say that. Just be willing to take it easy."

Liu Yonglu waved his hand. He was the master of making up lies. He estimated that even if he went back in the name of Alva, he might not be able to fool Wordsworth. These cult leaders sometimes didn't listen to you at all. They mainly looked at your mental outlook, and Alva's mental outlook was not good enough.

"How about... strip him naked, tie him up and throw him on the roadside?"

It was obvious that this idea was from Kogan. He had fallen in love with Alva's leather shoes as soon as he walked in.

"Oh, no, you may be able to fool ordinary thieves and robbers, but I'm afraid Wordsworth won't be so easily fooled.

Let me put it this way. My bag is still in the car. I'll use a saw to cut off the legs.

Do you think one leg is enough? How about we send the legs back to Wordsworth first, and then send the body back, wouldn’t that be more convincing?”

It was obvious that this idea came from nowhere. The Alvar man collapsed in a chair, sweating coldly, and stared in amazement at this table full of devils.

"Sawing off a leg is still a physical act. Wordsworth pouring a basin of cold water on him can still get the truth out of him. We have to start from the spiritual level."

Liu Yonglu is a kind person. He couldn't bear to see Alva suffer.

"So... got him drunk?" Kougan touched his chin.

"Drinking takes too long to get you high. I have something that gets you high quickly."

Liu Yonglu took out the black stone with a "pop". Millie Tang nodded. He already knew what Ricky wanted to do.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Alva regretted his righteous attitude just now and thought to himself, is it too late for me to change my words now?

"You, keep your heart to yourself, I'll keep everything intact for you, and I'll leave it to you to make up this lie first.

Then Mi Li'er will chant a spell for you, and finally, you come with me and I will introduce you to a new friend."

When Alva heard that his leg was saved, he nodded hurriedly, but he didn't know what he would face next.

The four of them finished their meal. Liu Yonglu gave instructions while Millie Tang prepared medicine and cast spells. When everything was done, Liu Yonglu pushed Alva and his chair to the corner, and with a "bang" Black Stone returned to the backstage.

Millie Tang and a few others were waiting outside, and the restaurant owner shakily served them after-meal coffee and dessert.

Half an hour later, Liu Yonglu and Alva woke up slowly. Liu Yonglu's face did not look good, and Alva's condition was visibly deteriorating. His eyes were dim and throbbing in his brown eyeballs.

The expressions on his face changed very unnaturally, as if he couldn't control his facial muscles; the upper half of his face was still in ecstasy, but the lower half of his mouth was already pouting.

"Nicholas, the era of steam machinery has ended before it even began. How sad, my foolish father."

“Mr. Wordsworth, those guys from the Lost Sea are determined to get us, Investigator, the Saint Faction, but don’t worry, as long as the two of us join forces, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Of course, if you hold me back, don't blame me for betraying you."

Alva stood up unsteadily, hugged the chair and started to perform a monologue.

"Ricky, are you okay?" Millie Tang didn't care about Alva's life or death, but she thought Liu Yonglu's face was pretty grumpy.

"It's all right, it's all right, I just got scolded by Toad, and I told him that he could only lick the honey from Alvardang, but not eat it.

Because of this, Xuandian is very angry with me. I will find a few tough ones and send them to him later."

It goes without saying that Liu Yonglu arranged for people to send Alva back, but Wordsworth on the boat had already made up his mind.

Alva might not come back this time. Father God had given a sign. The people in the investigation department knew the time when the Saint and Alva would meet, but he did not stop them. Perhaps in the eyes of Father God, it was time to activate the secret weapon. Or if Alva was stopped, it would be likely to expose the way to obtain intelligence, and doing so would be more trouble than gain.

After weighing the pros and cons, Alva had no choice but to be sacrificed.

"Mr. Wordsworth, Alva is back!"

Suddenly, the freighter's first mate's shout interrupted Wordsworth's thoughts. He's back? How is it possible... Could it be that Alva has turned against us?
Wordsworth, with a gloomy look in his eyes, followed the first mate onto the deck. With the help of the lowered light, he saw a small boat docked beside the big ship, and the boatman had already sent down the wooden boarding ladder.

Several people lay on the side of the boat waiting for Alva to climb up.

But after waiting for a minute, Alva didn't see him but heard a sound of falling into the water.

"It's broken. Mr. Alva has fallen."

The first mate quickly jumped into the water and pulled Alva up. The two of them climbed onto the deck with great effort.

Wordsworth stood in the shadows and glanced at the soaked Alva. It was too suspicious. He ran back to the ship from the hands of the Saint's Sect and the Investigation Department? What did this mean? Either he had made peace with a certain force, or the other party deliberately let him go back to the ship to find out the truth.

"Mr. Wordsworth, what should we do? Mr. Alva is in a very bad condition. I think he has several broken ribs."

The first mate wiped the sea water off his face. In their eyes, Alva was still the second-in-command of the ship, and it must be bad news that he was seriously injured.

"Carry him to my room." Being injured meant nothing.

"No need to lift me, I can walk by myself! I can walk by myself... I have to cherish every minute and every second of my life in this world. At least this is where I should be. No matter how fishy the sea water is, no matter how hideous you guys look, you are at least living human beings, right?"

Alva approached the first mate and pinched the fat on his face.

Except for Wordsworth, everyone on the deck felt a chill down their spines, because the Alva before them was completely different from the past.

Once he started moving, his hands and feet became severely uncoordinated, giving him a weird, inhuman feeling, with his body's center of gravity clearly leaning backwards, as if some kind of force inside his body was supporting him to walk.

Rather than being a human being, he is more like a broken puppet that has lost its strings.

"Mr. Wordsworth, you are right. Steam machinery is nothing more than an arrogant product that humans have imagined with their reason. Only by worshipping the gods and crawling at their feet can we see the indescribable legendary power."

As he was talking, Alva suddenly wrapped his wet coat tightly around him and looked around nervously, as if he had just been swallowed by something.

"Alva... did you see the gods?"

The development of the matter was completely beyond Wordsworth's expectations. He thought that Alva might be arrested by the investigators and controlled by the Saint's Sect, but he never thought that he would meet the gods.

This expression could not be faked. He had served the Father God for decades, and he had also experienced the feeling of insignificance that was close to collapse in front of the gods.

"God? If you say so, then it is. I want to describe that experience in the most vicious language, but I dare not say it. I dare not say it. He may be looking at me. I dare not say it."

Alva actually lay directly on the ground, like a child sleeping alone, took off his coat and put it on his head, hiding in the coat and shivering.

The boatmen were frightened and stood far away, but Wordsworth approached Alva and lifted a corner of his coat.

"Alva, answer me, have you seen anyone from the Saint's Sect?"

"I saw it, of course I saw it. There's a poem to praise it! A child traveled a hundred miles alone, and a piece of information saved the people. The false letter deceived the enemy and reinforcements arrived, and the people in the city... praised the emperor's grace!"

The boatmen on the deck looked at each other in confusion, thinking, "He's crazy! Mr. Alva is really crazy."

"You know what happens to people who play tricks in front of you."

Wordsworth's expression suddenly changed, and he clamped Alva's jaw tightly with his hands.

"Those who have done evil... pay for their past sins, break their knees and shed their blood to protect... the people; their compassion drives away tyranny, and their reputation will last forever... Suffer, people, and reputation! Ahem!"

Alva was already a little neurotic and his nerves became even more acute. He lay on the ground like a fish that had come ashore, with his head tilted back and his eyes bulging, mumbling some incomprehensible lines.

Could it be that something really went wrong when contacting the Holy Maiden Sect?
In front of the boatman, Wordsworth couldn't use harsh measures against Alva. Besides, from what he could see, he had indeed seen gods and people from the Saint's Sect, but...what happened in between?

Wordsworth winked at his men and carried Alva into his own room.

During the whole process, the voice of God the Father did not appear in my mind. My vision was a window through which God the Father observed the world. Since God the Father could not see any problems, I would just observe for a few days.

Wordsworth returned to his room.

At midnight, the strange feeling awoke in Wordsworth again. He was in a water tank, but this time, he could clearly feel that he was struggling to deform. In just a few minutes, he seemed to have gone through the evolutionary process of hundreds of thousands of years.

The tube gradually developed various organs, which solidified into something called the torso, and the torso continued to transform according to the surrounding environment.

The pain in the middle really tortured Wordsworth's nerves, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

To be precise, at this point he no longer had the right to refuse.

When the time came, Wordsworth retreated like a deflated ball, turned into the tube again, and finally woke up from the dream.

He lay on the bed, sweating profusely, looked at his hands, and closed his eyes again.

In the dark study on the first floor underground of the Investigation Department, if anyone steps into the room, they will be surprised to find that in the water tank where the opal is stored, a life is slowly growing. At first, it looks like a conch, a fish, and a worm, but gradually, it slowly shows the physical characteristics of some advanced animals.

Of course, no one knew all this. Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang had no missions recently. After contacting Alva, they had been at home with Xiaohu, guarding against Ling'er's comeback.

A week passed, and a mass of milky white sticky flesh finally crawled out of the water tank. In the dark room, a human figure that looked like Liu Yonglu slowly solidified. He looked at his torso, hands and feet, and a strange and satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

There were several pieces of clothing hanging on the shelf in the study. They were all rubber raincoats that investigators wore when studying ancient relics. Fake Ricky picked up one at random and put it on.

His plan is finally about to begin.

Just as he was about to open the door and walk out of the room, he suddenly heard voices coming from the corridor.

"Roselis, do you think we should wait for two more days until Saint Barlan finishes his work before we go..."

"Brother, your brain, ah, really, Kogan is not a person in the Holy See who knows how wonderful and important the fables about the patron saint are, but you take it lightly.

Saints don’t mind being disturbed by practitioners, and praising the gospel is what we shepherds should do.”

"That makes sense. Bishop Bernard, please wait a moment. I'll go knock on the door."

Fake Ricky glanced at the water tank, but it was too late for him to turn back into a pipe and hide away.

"Mr. Ricky, Mr. Ricky!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang."

There were violent knocks on the door one after another, and each knock seemed to knock on the fake Ricky's heart.

I accompanied my daughter to the supermarket today, so I wrote a little less. I will try to make up for it tomorrow. Sorry, I have been writing about the climax of the Expo recently, and I have to take time out every day to think about the outline of the next big chapter. I feel that 24 hours a day is not enough! ! ! !
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