Behind the observation window, the old figures were silent, and even the sound of heavy breathing disappeared. Only the life-support instruments made ticking sounds from time to time.
After a short period of rescue, the conditions of these old guys stabilized, and the light of wisdom shone under their sunken eye sockets.
After a while, the sound of breathing returned, and coughing and wheezing continued, breaking the silence and making it noisy again.
They no longer care much about this triple trial. Anyway, there will be a commissioner recording everything. They only need to look through the records later.
Their eyes were all focused on the old man in white robes at the head. In their understanding, this guy should have been dead for many years, but now he appeared alive in front of them.
Some people have realized why this is. Look at the body of this old guy. Although he is wearing a white robe, the flesh and blood under the robe is no longer there.
In order to extend the life of the old man in white robe, most of his internal organs were replaced with artificial creations many years ago. What flows in his body is no longer flesh and blood, but some kind of alchemical solution. Every once in a while,
Need to undergo dialysis.
But these are not the reasons why the old man in white robe can live to this day. What really allows him to survive the long years and extend to this day is his own glorious rank.
His body entered the ether, breaking away from the shackles of mortal nature, and because of the powerful vitality carried by his own secret energy, he stood firm in the torrent of time.
"Old...teacher?"
The old man beside him was particularly excited. He wanted to talk to the old man in white robe about something.
"Shut up."
The old man in white robe interrupted him sternly. The old man's expression was stagnant. After living for so long, he had become an old man, but now his face actually looked a little aggrieved.
The others also remained silent in a wise manner, thinking about why the old man in white robe appeared at this time.
Judging from official records, he died more than forty years ago, but now he appeared so alive in front of us, followed by shock. Based on what these old men knew about him, now this white-robed man
The old man has surpassed the limit of life span and is almost over 200 years old.
Everyone had so much to say, but under the pressure of the old man in white robes, these famous masters were like young apprentices who did not dare to speak.
Yas, who was behind, gradually guessed the identity of the old man in white robe from the reactions of these old men, and he also fell into the same shock.
I was shocked by the identity of the old man in white robe, and even more shocked by why he was still alive and why he suddenly appeared here.
Without any prior report or notice, he came here directly.
It feels like you are working normally, and suddenly the director of the Public Order Bureau comes to visit you with breakfast and asks you if your work has been going well recently and if you need a salary increase or something.
Yas swallowed, what happened recently? There are more and more ghost things happening.
The old man in white robe didn't care what the people around him thought. He just looked at Boluogo below with concentration. His old and terrifying face. When he saw Boluogo, his expression actually relaxed a bit, as if he saw someone he hadn't seen for many years.
An old friend...even though Boluogo didn't know him.
"Has it been so long? Even he was released and became one of us."
The old man in white robe whispered and said this, but he didn't seem to be surprised by Bologo's current situation. It seemed that all this had been doomed many years ago.
He just sighed softly.
"You still do it? Albert."
Shaking his head gently, the old man in white robe turned to look at the other person, the guy who was huddled on the ground, hugging his head and crying.
"who is she?"
"She is Bailey Ietta, a student of TEDA and the current director of the sublimation furnace core," the student on the side said, "can she be considered your...disciple?"
The old man in white robe glanced at the student next to him. He had turned into an old guy like himself. All the hair on his head had fallen out and he was bald. He couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect that you are not dead either.
,Morgan.”
"Hey, teacher, you are not dead yet, how can I leave first?"
Morgan, who was regarded as calm and silent by others, no longer opened his mouth to tease his teacher.
"Teda...Teda Yazhedet?"
The old man in white robe recalled these names. Although they no longer appeared in the eyes of the world, he still had some understanding of the current situation of the Bureau of Order.
Soon relevant information appeared in his mind. He was old, but his mind was still bright.
Recalling those related top-secret documents, his eyes gradually became sharper, and then he asked, "Who is the person in charge of the Hall of Scholars now?"
"After your death, I have been in charge." Morgan said.
The old man in white robe glanced at Morgan, then stood up with a cane and glanced at the other old guys.
They are said to be old guys, but in his eyes, they are all considered young people. Except for the undead, few people these days live longer than the old man in white robe.
"Is that so... Now I am the person in charge of the Scholars Hall, and you will be my assistant."
The tone of the old man in white robe left no room for doubt.
Morgan was stunned. He realized that something was wrong with the situation. This old guy climbed out of the coffin board not to see these disciples, but to compete with him for power.
"Teacher, you know that I always respect you, but this kind of thing requires a document notification from the decision-making room." Morgan raised his eyebrows.
The old man in white robe looked at him silently.
Morgan felt cold and said bravely, "Teacher, you are also an old man in the Order Bureau. You should know that regulations are the most important."
Hearing this, the scary face of the old man in white robe suddenly showed a smile, and he reached out and patted Morgan on the shoulder.
"Good apprentice, after so many years, you still haven't changed at all."
"Teacher is the same, he is still so strong."
The two of them were laughing and laughing. If Boluogo was here and could see this, he would definitely lament that he had made a mistake.
I originally thought that this behavior of deceiving one's master and destroying one's ancestors was limited to the relationship between TEDA and Bailey, but now it seems that this is more like the fine tradition of sublimating the furnace core throughout the ages.
The smile on the white-robed old man's face disappeared, and he said loudly, "Now that I am the person in charge of the Scholars Hall, who can object?"
Everyone remained silent, silently recognizing the status of the old man in white robe.
The main reason is that I can't object even if I want to. The old man in white robe's attainments in alchemy have overwhelmed everyone here. As the first minister of the Sublimation Furnace Core, he also crushes everyone in terms of qualifications. As for force?
This is even more incomparable. As a Glory One, he can easily crush all the old guys on the physical level. After being crushed, he can be reorganized again and then crushed again several times.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" He looked at Morgan.
Morgan thought for a few seconds, and a flattering smile appeared on his old and shabby face.
"Teacher, stop using crutches and let me push the wheelchair for you!"
…
There were no accidents in this triple trial ceremony, but if there was any accident, it was only Bailly.
"Bologo, you are ungrateful!"
In the infirmary, Bailey's forehead was red and she put an ice pack on it.
She just wanted to observe Boluogo's condition. Who would have thought that this guy sat up straight and hit Bailey with a headbutt that made Bailey dizzy.
As expected of an expert, the unintentional headbutt was so violent that even now Baili still feels like there are double images when she sees things.
Boluogo's expression was a little complicated, and he sat aside obediently without saying a word.
"You almost killed a minister," Bailey said in a sinister tone, "Is this Borogo Lazarus? He easily did something that even the King's Secret Sword couldn't do."
The corner of Boluogo's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something, but he also understood that once he started talking to Bailey, it would be a mentally retarded conversation that would end with him paying some price.
He is very familiar with this. Bailey, this guy, has done this to him all the time.
"Ahem...I'm sorry." Boluogo couldn't help but speak.
Bailey's eyes lit up, and when she was about to launch an offensive against Boluogo, Boluogo said first, "I saw something strange."
"During the ceremony, I saw a lot of hallucinations. I know this is normal, but I seem to have encountered what you call 'lost'."
Boluogo expressed all the doubts in his heart without giving Bailey a chance to interrupt.
"I saw the blazing white storm, it seemed like... it could pull my soul out."
Bailey's sweet words were choked back in her throat by Bologg's question. Her expression froze, and then she instinctively thought about these things, forgetting what she had just planned.
Boluogo breathed a sigh of relief. When it came to professional matters, Bailey would become professional, enter a serious state, and end the retarded conversation.
"Lost? I'm not sure about this," Bailey said.
"Why can't you be sure?" Boluogo didn't understand.
"Literally," Bailey spread her hands, "lost is lost. If you are lost and can come back, then you are not lost."
