Interstellar Reaper

After the doctor examined Wells, he didn't find anything unusual, and only prescribed medicines for a common fever, and these medicines were humanely destroyed by Skutas in a blink of an eye, and Wells was not given to them at all.

Perhaps the side effects erupted. While waiting for the doctor to arrive, Wells also began to have a fever. His whole body was weak and his muscles were sore. It was obvious that his body temperature had exceeded the warning line, but he only felt When it is cold, several layers of quilts are not effective.

But even so, he can't take medicine, just because of the possible drug effects...

"Damn it... the brain will be burnt out, right?" The weak state made this man who doesn't talk much on weekdays rarely confide in his heart.

Anyway, apart from him, there was only one Lord of Darkness who could hear his heart, so it was no big deal to say something that didn't fit his status.

There is always a time to relax.

Skutas, who was arranged by Mrs. Adnett to take care of him in the room, was preparing to replace Wells with a fever-reducing patch. The previous one was about to expire.

"I didn't expect you to think about this kind of question... If it's broken, I'll replace it for you." There was a hint of ridicule in the thin lips that curled up. There are very few of them, but the well-developed Internet has brought changes to Scutas. At least he will no longer sit on the high throne because of boredom, spending countless hours in a daze.

The current Lord of Darkness has not changed in essence, but has gained a bit of popularity. It is a pity that only Wells can see this side.

"..." Wells felt that his brain must have been burnt out for saying such words, and rubbed his aching head, maybe he should sleep.

Originally, he only planned to stay at home for one day before leaving, but now his mother would not let him go until he was sick.But thinking of the many unresolved issues, Wells couldn't let himself rest at ease.

So, he decided to find something to do for himself.

"Can you tell me about your people?"

It’s strange to ask a god about the race of his creations so that he can know himself and the enemy in a hundred battles. If it were someone else, Wells would never ask such a direct question, but maybe it’s really brain-burning It's broken, or because the other party is Skutas, he just asked directly.

In his unaware subconscious mind, there is already a cognition that this powerful god will not fail to tell him.

In reality, Skutas really began to introduce his creations to him.

He sat on the side of the bed, with a wanton and lazy posture, and told him the abilities of the demons, the origin of the vampires, the appearance of the banshee... and even, what kind of weaknesses they have, Skutas He also said it without reservation. In the calm introduction, there is no care and protection for the creation, and some only have indifference and indifference.

Wells listened carefully, and his thoughts turned quickly. While analyzing how humans should deal with those dark races, he also felt a bit of chill at the indifference of the Lord of Darkness.

This one really doesn't care about the races that he should have classified as one.

Seeing his strangeness, Skutas chuckled lightly, but his eyes were still dark and dull: "The only creations I really created are messengers and demons. The other races are just fallen into the darkness themselves, and the demons... …hehe."

A race that completely ignores the Creator and only thinks he does not exist, and has become greedy for the Creator's treasures, even ignoring the laws, how can it expect the gods who don't care about them to forgive them magnanimously?

If you do something wrong, you will always be punished, no matter who it is.

The person on the bed could no longer hold back the drowsiness caused by the overheated body temperature and fell asleep. Skutas touched his short hair like sunshine. The soft touch was completely different from the coldness of this person.

"How is Alsace's preparations going?"

The messenger who was supposed to be rested in the guest room by Mrs. Adnett appeared in the room under the host's inquiry, and his respectful attitude never changed.

"Only the final details are left, and I believe it will be completed soon." The messenger who can freely travel between the two universes is the best sounding board.

"Then let it hurry up and finish."

"Yes." The envoy lowered his head and waited for a while, making sure that he had no other orders, and then quietly disappeared into the room.

It's time to get out of this ridiculous body. If the old lich doesn't understand, the messenger doesn't mind giving it some "pertinent advice".

The current ruler of the Adnett family, Charles Adnett, has the same iceberg facial paralysis as his son, but he wants to be more restrained. Time has given him enough experience, but he has not left a trace.

Just like Mrs. Adnett, this Mr. Adnett is incredibly young, and when standing with Wells, he is more like a twin brother.

However, this is a common phenomenon for people in this era. While the life expectancy has been extended several times, the old age has also been shortened. For three quarters of their lives, they will have the most ideal life cycle, and the rest In a quarter of the time, half will be given to the growth period.

As one of the three remaining Marshals of the Federation, Charles Adnett is currently on rotation at the border. If there is no accident, he will not return to the main star within five years. The busy pace of life makes this pair The outstanding father and son have little time to communicate.

But fortunately, there was Mrs. Adnett mediating for them, so the father and son did not become a cold superior-subordinate relationship.

"...Is this what you want to tell me?" The cold voice could not hear the master's inner good or bad.

Although he was asked not to contact official business until the fever subsided, how could Wells lie in bed doing nothing?After his body temperature dropped slightly—although he still had a fever, he didn't intend to do nothing anymore, but instead communicated to his father, whom he hadn't contacted for a long time, to report about the invasion of the positive universe.

"Yes, although we don't know when they will come, and we already have a solution, we can't put all our hopes on others. The necessary preparations are indispensable."

"...Aren't you really out of your mind?"

I can't blame Charles for thinking this way. Anyone who hears that the dark race is going to invade human beings, and the gods will help, will wonder whether the other party's brain is burned out like him?No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a magical story or a game plan!

Charles never knew that his son, whose calm composure he was so proud of, could tell such a story, and in such a serious tone that it was hardly like him.

So, it must have burnt out my brain.Charles thought anxiously.

"...The story sounds good. If you have nothing else to do, hang up. I have an important meeting after that. You should also take a good rest."

"Although I myself think this sounds absurd, and I don't want it to be true, but it's a pity." Wells' face was a little red, but it wasn't because of embarrassment or anger, but because he was still having a fever.

"You should already know the person who appeared next to me." The tone of the declarative sentence is that he must know.

"It's called Skutas, right? Your mother likes him very much, and I won't object." Thinking of his wife's happy and relaxed expression when she mentioned her son's boyfriend, Charles' face softened a lot. few.

In this era, the cultivation technology of test-tube babies has been perfected. In general, in a family composed of men and women, if the woman does not want to have children by herself, she can also apply for test-tube babies, and the children born in this way are no different from those born naturally. Because the most vigorous sperm and eggs are selected, test-tube babies are even healthier.

So he really doesn't care about the gender of his future daughter-in-law.

Charles thought that Wells wanted to talk to him about his boyfriend to get a good impression, but in fact, how could Wells do such a boring thing?That's not what he was talking about, of course.

"That one is what I told you just now, the only remaining, 'God', if you don't believe what I said, then I will send a proof later, and I won't disturb your meeting now."

Regardless of how shocking the other party would be with his endless words, he hung up the communication.

"How are you going to prove it to your father?" Although it was a distance away, Skutas, who had good ears, still heard the conversation in the room from the sun-soaked balcony, "I don't mind helping you if you need it." You give me a hand."

"So, can you take me over there to have a look?"

"Oh?" This was really an unexpected request. Skutas originally thought that this person would let him show his ability a little in front of Marshal Adnett, so that the other party would believe it.

"Although I've heard a lot from you, I'm always worried if I haven't really seen it. So, if possible, I want to go there myself."