"I think this new chief Moron has no idea about Khitan Ris culture, but he knows nothing." "Feng Mining", who has endured a long time of mental confusion, couldn't help but complain to the staff in front of him.

But the few "people" with weird shapes and movements in front of me are just like Betofen, who only open the door with extremely complex structures according to fixed operating procedures, and have not sent more.

But the two lost people, "Feng Mine" and "Future", who are deeply engaged in the power of magic and as "holders", can clearly smell a scent that is highly related to the same kind and cannot be understood by others.

That is the scorching steel mixed with the smell of sulfur, coke and other gunpowder, mixed with the disgusting smell of meat rotting. This smell does not seem to exist in reality. It is often received at the spiritual level and belongs to a unique imprint that can only be sensed.

Yes, this is exclusively used by the losers to identify the same kind of odors, but it is just one of the methods and is the most basic and initial skill. A strong or experienced loser will naturally "understand" the ability to restrain the odor after reaching a certain stage of the magic source order, such as the lion that rushes in the southern part of Putoya-Filiga or the northern part of the "Filiga" continent.

But the people in front of them who are wearing red oriental clothing and wearing the most distorted posture to make up their faces are indeed lost.

The probability of naturally forming losers is extremely low. These losers who are still not monster-turned or "unintentioned" after mental torture such as pain, helplessness, confusion, loneliness, etc. will quickly skip the initial weakest stage and reach the bottleneck in the shortest time.

In other words, before they re-enter the human world, they either automatically master the ability of "hunters" who hide scents under the fear of racial differences or under the improvement of their abilities.

In addition, their hatred for humans in their genes will not serve humans or even military officers at the same stage as they are in the near childhood.

"Can you be a half-lost?" "Feng Mine" muttered in a low voice.

But then, the giant door was finally opened. With the rotation of the mechanical gears and the buzzing abnormal sound, and the pouring of eternal incandescent electrical lights in the hall, the haze in his heart dissipated a lot, and the slight sense of collapse attached to the deepest spiritual level in his heart just now completely eased.

Walking into the hall, "Feng Mine" patted her chest slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

The furnishings and layout here are relatively normal. The overall layout does not feel as if you don’t know what you don’t know in the corridor just now. Instead, it seems to be in line with the cultural heritage of Cruzde and Xilu. It has a style of holding dances and dinners among the upper nobles of the old empire after the coming of the steam era.

"Feng Mine" knew that Xinfeng Town was once the fief of Charles XII. As the territory that the old monarch valued the most, the subsequent emperors, including Ivan Twenty-II and Ivan Twenty-Fifth, who were in a tight state finance during their reign, did not reduce any budget for maintaining the classical atmosphere and building a noble for vacation and entertainment.

If it were other cities or town settlements controlled by the federal government, except for Binglin City, even the old port and new port of the important western city of Mayang, the important industrial province of Konig, or the foothills with good geographical conditions, are now either covered with ruins and abandoned buildings on the periphery of the city, or all the dark industrial factories and low settlements inside, and no comfortable little aristocratic space can be seen at all.

Here, in the second floor lobby of the underground floor of the administrative center building, except for the small number of people, the other furnishings are not magnificent, but they can be called simple and elegant.

A huge crystal chandelier above his head, a huge white cloth, was served by a service staff in black formal clothes, with a long square table covered with dishes with steel covers, a small stage that occupies one-fifth of the space in the hall on his right, and a black piano on it, as well as a huge military portrait of Viking Vladimir, the former Chief Executive of the Federal of Cruzder, and Vasily Voliganov, who hung on the wall behind the square table.

After a brief look around, seeing the important figure, the head of the town manager Moron had not yet appeared, "Feng Mine" simply pressed the "Cruzed Warrior" medal on his chest and stepped forward quickly. In front of the people present and the "future" behind him, he respectfully bowed deeply to the two leaders in the portrait, took off his hat and murmured: "For the final victory."

At this moment, Moron, wearing a combat uniform, walked out of the small door beside him, walked quickly to the "Feng Mine", and said in an unconcealable tone:

"'Feng Mine', I've been waiting for you for a long time. I heard that you will leave here in a few days and go to the north. Just in time, we have just completely eliminated the 'Xuzhi' that threatened here. The damn 'unintentional people' cursed by the devil were finally guided to heaven by us. I bet that the roads leading to the north will not be threatened by the ignorant losers of the 'Corrona Association' in the past few months."

"Congratulations. A decisive victory was achieved." "Feng Mine" pretended to smile and shook hands with Feng Mine, saying:

"In this way, Gnaji...General, the north side of his arc defense line has been completely settled, and then we can divide more reserve forces to deal with the enemy's assault on other fronts."

"That's certainly. 'Feng Mining', don't underestimate those generals, especially those of us trained by the strategic regiment. I know you look down on Gnady in many ways. He is indeed a little sensible about extraordinary things and magic, and is easy to make jokes, but in terms of how to eliminate the enemy's vitality more, I dare say he knows more than most officers in the Federation." Moren said, pulling the "Feng Mining" to sit nearest next to the main seat of the long square table, while he sat in the main seat and continued:

"Lord Vasily is still very concerned about the cracking of the 'core', which is related to the determination of the location of the second 'evolution station'. If all 'evolution stations' can be successfully opened and the energy from the sun is continuously transported to our continent, the Federation will have inexhaustible energy to accomplish any historic feat.

"On that day, the 'unhearted man' crisis will end soon, and the civilization of the human race will open a new 'restart era'. So, when you decide to hand over the teleportation array of the abandoned settlement at the end of the K-I01 Highway and the 'Epoch-0 Experimental Field' to me, I immediately applied to the Federal Council to transfer Rose, the creator of this replica 'approximately the core of the gods'. The child has the power of magic that is not weaker than you. With him, the progress of the imperial scientific research will not be affected."

"Ros?" "Feng Mine" was shocked and then said with a blank expression:

"Is he reliable?"

"Of course. Not to mention that he is a native of Binglin Province, his loyalty to the Federation is beyond doubt. Besides, he is also the deputy leader of the "Northern Ice and Snow Research Group" directly under our strategic team. He should have a 4-order order: I hope that I can only get the "fight" sequence core to continue to be promoted.

"You know, he is not a semi-lost person, but a pure human. If he can be promoted to this level in terms of magic power, you should be able to imagine what kind of pain and torture he has encountered." Moron deliberately lowered his voice and replied in a semi-threatening tone.

But "Feng Mine" is a lost person with extremely meticulous thoughts and thinking. He will not be angry or panic, nor will he express any form of dissatisfaction with the Federal Commission here.

He just nodded with a smile and said lightly:

"This is best. The order monster 'Yinyu Huanmu' there needs to be maintained by people, otherwise it will guide the people in the experimental field to self-destruction. I believe Mr. Ross can handle this well. In this way, I can go to the north to investigate the topic about 'Plamini'. Mr. Moron, I don't want to be caught up by some supernatural beings and brought back to deal with the legacy issues as soon as I got halfway through."

"Of course not, I can guarantee... the committee can guarantee it too." Moron responded.

He could naturally hear the subtitles of the words "Feng Min". Although he was born hostile to losers like "Feng Min", the Chief Executive Vasily felt very guilty about the death of "Yin Min". Naturally, he would not threaten the life safety of any person with "Order Society" and would not arrest him.

However, today's topic is not mainly about the work handover and the whereabouts of the "wind mine". It's just a few simple greetings and waiting for other guests to sit down, the oriental-style dishes made by Igor were completely served on the table.

However, what surprised the "Feng Mine" was that in addition to Igor and his guest Luo Nai, the former "mechanical body" boy who had a deep relationship with the "Machines" and the "Echoer" and the capital, the official pastor O'Rusoft Kirit, who would have left soon, had two familiar faces.

It was the human being dressed as a federal soldier who was called a "hunter" in the temple of Pashain that day.

If it were the past, "Feng Mine" would have walked forward without hesitation and had a gunpowder conversation with him, and he would have to find out the true identities of the two. However, now he was tired, so he simply crossed his hands in front of his chest and looked at the direction of the stage with a confused look on his face.

He wanted to end all contact with Xinfeng Town as soon as possible, and then go to the north. Next, he might encounter a series of violent "unintentional people" who only know how to eat, and the Lost Clan who are hostile to the Federation. The subsequent battles are only a lot, and he must maintain his mental stability from now on and reduce any unnecessary distress caused by contact with humans.

But things often don't follow their wishes, and usually develop in the opposite direction. After everyone briefly greets and sits down, the covers of the dishes are not immediately uncovered.

On the contrary, Moron stood up straight, with his back to the stage, and stood still, and asked the people present in a poet's tone:

"Before tasting delicious food, I would like to introduce to you one of my music lovers, Betoven Kalovnov. Although his musical accomplishments are not as good as the legendary man in the Putoya Federation, he will today bring a classical music symbolizing extreme extraordinaryness and secret magical power.
Chapter completed!