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Chapter 343 Francis's trump card

"Let's leave it at that for now... Right now the materials and time don't allow, and there's nothing I can do."

In a lounge in the venue, Milly Tang clapped her hands and looked at the little genius brother and sister who were sitting limply on their chairs. On the ground beside them, various spells were drawn with chalk and several materials used for forbidden spells were placed.

"They shouldn't be simple pagans or mystics. I'm not sure what influence they have been under, and..."

Millie Tang approached the two of them, grabbed the necklaces around their necks and took a look:
"Nothing serious will happen while wearing this ancient relic for the time being."

"The saint was strolling out to the west of the city and saw... others were riding horses while I was riding a donkey.

I turned my head and looked back to see a non-believer, who was not as good as the best but better than the worst. The fire in the copper pot was boiling up and down, who was the one who was poor and nine out of ten was rich..."

"In the meeting place, is there Saint Baran, the Saint?"

Millie Tang was at a loss as to what to do, but the little genius brother and sister's lines came one after another, sometimes singing a passage from "The Saint's Advice" and sometimes reciting a few lines from St. Balaam's fables.

Everyone in the lounge stared at the two of them with wide eyes.

"Let them rest in the house first. It doesn't seem to have any serious effects."

Marquette smiled and shook his head. The little genius brother and sister's usual thought processes were similar to what they are now. The only difference was that they usually spoke their own words, but now they have transformed into a new form of conjoined twins.

"Kogan, you stay in the room and watch over them. If there is any unusual movement, please contact us at any time."

"Ok, no problem."

Kogan was eager to rest in the house. There was still Bastoli outside the venue. Facing this weird guy who couldn't be killed, Kogan was still a little scared:

"Captain Ricky, you better be careful. Although according to the rules we will not engage in direct battle with the Wisdom Cult during the Expo, you know those lunatics are capable of doing anything."

“It’s not just Bastoli. Now that Brundtrang is dead, there’s no way to verify the forbidden spells in the venue. We can’t rule out the possibility that someone else has the awakening spell.

At the same time, it is impossible for Haverson and Roselis to become like this for no reason... There must be someone in the venue who secretly attacked them.

Considering that it is the ability to control the mind, I think it is related to Wordsworth. The other party may have changed his appearance. Ricky, should we..."

Millie Tang winked at Liu Yonglu, suggesting that he try to contact Alva, as he was on their side now and might be able to help.

Liu Yonglu touched his chin and thought about it, and finally shook his head slowly. It was too frivolous to contact the undercover under the enemy's nose. It was simply not treating the other party as a human being.

Millie Tang could only reveal her previous analysis first, while Marquette spread out the floor plan of the venue. He still remembered the area he had marked out for the little genius brother and sister.

"Carol and I will continue to check the items brought out from the containment department. You just have to be extra careful. Brent Lang's death will definitely alert the enemy, and it won't be so easy to lure them out again.

Lin Brown, you have to be careful in this area. Only patrol the perimeter and don't go in alone."

After arranging the subsequent work, several people left the room and started to act separately.

……

"Father God... I'm so sorry. I swear I tried my best to get close to the two judges and take the damn necklace off their necks... but things sometimes get out of control..."

Wordsworth lowered his head, muttering as he fiddled with the gift brush.

Francis, with the same expression on his face, patted Wordsworth's shoulder with a smile on his face.

But he was just trying to maintain his posture. In fact, the irritability in his heart had made him a little out of control.

Millions of years ago, when I was roaming the universe, those wise and ambitious insects were fooled by me. They bowed their heads and obeyed me, established powerful kingdoms and served me respectfully.

Every word he said was like the oracle of the Creator and could not be questioned. Everything was arranged perfectly.

The failure was only due to the difference in natural strength, so he had to abandon the great cause he had worked so hard to build and flee in a hurry. He had originally hoped that he could come to this barbaric and boring planet and make a comeback just by snapping his fingers...

Looking at the unpromising Wordsworth in front of him, he really wanted to restore his godly attitude and transform all the simple animals in the venue into slaves for his own abusive killing. But... Francis looked at the other end of the venue, where there were two very powerful auras. Was it the projection of a god? Or was it some big shot who came here in person?

After a while, he looked up at the transparent glass ceiling again. A familiar breath flashed by. That guy was here too. He must not act rashly. Patience is sometimes an important part of planning.

Francis is quite self-aware. He is good at observation, hiding and calculating, but recklessness and succumbing to instincts have never been his hallmarks.

"Father God... when I came back, the two judges had disappeared. I thought... we still have that ancient relic in the venue, right? Should we chant a spell... to solve the problem..."

Wordsworth was still rapping, but Francis interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

That ancient relic was his last trump card. The containment department had placed that thing in room 1408 in order to seal Ythogtha. He had put in some thought and controlled the researchers in the containment department before he came up with this brilliant plan that killed two birds with one stone.

Having released Ythogtha and allowing the ancient relic to appear at the fairgrounds, now is not the time to use it...

Alva next to him kept Wordsworth's words in his heart.

"An ancient relic borrowed from the Containment Department."

……

Liu Yonglu returned to his booth and leaned back on the recliner, thinking about Alva's matter in his mind...Why not inform Nicola first and tell him that your son is in the venue to give him peace of mind...No, worrying too much can easily lead to mistakes...

"Mom, what is this little wooden box? Is it the magic box we saw at the circus before? The kind that can produce white rabbits and pigeons?"

"Tripod... seems to be a surveying tool. Thomas's expedition team will set off next month, and they may need something similar."

"What is this? Prince Rupert's third wife likes some weird and fashionable inventions. The things you bought are practical, but I'm afraid they are not important enough as gifts."

While Liu Yonglu was thinking, a group of people gathered outside the counter. There were many booths in the mainland expo. At first, these merchants and citizens who were just passing through did not look at Liu Yonglu, so the booth seemed a little deserted.

Because the things he moved out were not good-looking, and it was hard to tell what they were used for.

But gradually, Liu Yonglu's behavior attracted the attention of passers-by. Most of the inventors stood behind the counter and greeted people with a smile. As long as there were customers passing by, they would come over and start promoting their inventions with red lips, wishing that the customers would sign the order on the spot.

As the saying goes, scarcity makes things valuable. Even if I explain it enthusiastically, everyone will get bored after listening to it for a few paragraphs.

But looking at the booth again, it was empty except for a tall and thin old man wearing glasses. He didn't hand out flyers, nor did he promote business, and he certainly didn't just grab a passerby and start talking to him.

He was lying on a recliner, with his feet in big leather shoes resting on the counter, looking indifferent and unfathomable.

Gradually, seven or eight citizens and merchants stopped and pointed at the box of foreign pictures at the door.

"Mr. Dou... Oh, no, should I address you as the respected investigator..."

Finally, Bastoli couldn't stand the loneliness anymore, so he walked up to the counter and looked at Liu Yonglu with burning eyes.

"Investigator? What investigator? I see you have pretty good eyes, how could you have mistaken someone? I'm here to promote my invention today, not to be an investigator."

"Invention? Sorry... I'm not interested in these childish tricks."

Liu Yonglu moved his feet off the counter, sat up from the recliner, and thought to himself, this foreign film was originally prepared for Wordsworth and the god behind him, but if you... want to see it, I won't stop you.

"Hey, sir, what's your name?"

"You're asking even though you already know the answer. It's not that easy to get away with the rules. My name is Bastoli."

"Bastoli, huh... If you want to see my invention today, you have no choice but to take a look. Otherwise, I'll show you how amazing it is, and you still have to take a look!"

Liu Yonglu suddenly stood up from the recliner!
The work has been very hard these two days, and I'm a little tired. Hahaha, there will be hard work again tomorrow, and I'll be so tired.

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(End of this chapter)