Interstellar Reaper

"Your father?"

If God wants to know something, he will always know, even if there is no messenger to provide information, he can know.

Their sources of news are ever-changing. In ancient times, the place where the sun shines is the vision of the God of Light; all the sounds of the land blown by the wind cannot escape the ears of the God of Wind, and the mirror of the God of Water can be connected to any place in the world where there is water. ;The voices of devout believers are always open for their beliefs, and there are no secrets.

And darkness, while covering the eyes and ears of the gods, has no secrets for the Lord of Darkness.

However, since adding a shell to himself and imposing various restrictions, the range that Scutas can perceive has shrunk greatly, and since he promised Wells not to use mind reading, he naturally won't use it.

In this way, there are fewer sources of news.

But Scutas still knew something about Wells' father.

Wells' father, Charles Adnett, he had met. When he went to Adnett's house that time, because of a well-known misunderstanding, Skutas and Wells I have received Charles's video communication together, and although I only saw one communication image of the other party, it is enough for Skutas to see something.

"His lifeline is still long."

Not only did Wells understand the point to the end, but Jay, who had been trying to reduce his sense of existence, also understood.

Both of them heaved a sigh of relief, since he said so, then this time Charles is safe and sound.

Feeling a lot more relaxed, Wells handed over the document in his hand, "Recently, there is a very contagious infectious disease circulating in the Federation. My father was infected. According to the investigation, the disease this time is the same as the last time. That terrorist organization has something to do with it, and I suspect that some of your 'citizens' also got involved in this matter."

Although the people in the medical academy have not found a cure for this disease, they are not without progress. According to their research, this infectious disease is caused by the mixture of certain substances that have never been seen before. It does not rule out that this disease is actually a kind of poison, but further research has not made progress due to the lack of understanding of these unknown substances.

Of course, Skutas still had an impression of the blood sacrifice incident. Although he hadn't delved into that incident, it was an indisputable fact that there were people of the dark race behind it. Now that it was them again, his complexion was not so good of.

I haven't explored my territory well yet. I have been huddled on a continent for tens of thousands of years. I don't even know what the world beyond the sky is like. I still think about the territory of my deadly enemy all day long. Could it be that he, the Lord of Darkness, created Will the world that comes out be inferior to the world created by the God of Light?

That being the case, don't blame him for being merciless.

"Do you need me to help you find out these little bugs?"

"No, I have to do this myself." Wells' eyes flashed a sternness, "I need to trouble you for another matter. Can you let Alsace come over to help research this infectious disease?"

Although Wells never asks for help, it depends on what the matter is. It is about the lives of tens of thousands of people. He will not let it go for the sake of self-esteem and principles. If he finds a solution early, he can save one more life. life.

And for Skutas, he really treats him differently. At least now Wells feels that he will not be embarrassed at all to make a request to him.

Although the promise made by the other party has already been used up, he just believes that the other party will agree to his request.

Skutas did not refuse him, "It's not a big problem to ask Alsace to help, but I don't guarantee that it can really help you." Although the old lich is an alchemist, he has dabbled in many aspects, But as a member of the undead family, he really doesn't know much about human diseases.

But the truth is, the old lich not only knows, he's proficient.

"Before I became a lich, my profession was a healer." The skull under the black robe smiled, showing its pride.

The old lich, who was urgently summoned by his master god, didn't even have time to change his clothes. The exquisite magic robe drawn by the magic pattern was only left with some rags of different lengths hanging on his body, revealing the skeleton that had been covered up all year round. Different from the skeleton soldiers in the undead clan, the bones of the old lich were made from the bones of the crystal dragon that it stole from the burial ground of the dragon clan after it broke into the burial ground of the dragon clan. The dark red soul fire in the skull's eye sockets is slowly burning, and it looks more like a work of art that should be placed on the booth.

The old lich's previous occupation was indeed unexpected, from a healer who healed the sick to a lich who studied the living beings like players, and only he knew the reason for this.

Compared with the fallen angels who were originally the messengers of the God of Light but fell into darkness collectively, the changes of the old lich are not worth mentioning at all.

"You look like this, let alone studying together, as long as you are seen, I am afraid it will become them studying you."

Along with the old lich was Athelsta, the messenger who had finally changed into a new shell. Wells and Jay recognized him at a glance, because although he changed into a male body, he The face on his face still hasn't changed, it's still glamorous and beautiful, it looks like the old lich was lazy and didn't change it for him, but it can't be ruled out that it didn't change it because of its bad taste.

Compared with the female succubus shell, the emissary of male and female faces has added a special charm, and is more attractive than before. The evidence is that Jay, who was still somewhat resistant to this appearance, now Staring at him with eyes full of drooling.

But the messenger himself didn't care about his face at all, and the only thing he was dissatisfied with with his previous shell was his gender.

This made the old Lich, who was originally trying to watch the excitement, sigh a pity. Originally, it made this new shell to change the face of the messenger, but its purpose was not achieved, and its energy was wasted.