Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"That depends on your luck."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Gurgle!"

The pale little man patted his belly, then pointed to a corner of the courtyard where a rusty iron gate stood.

"Huh? Was there a door over there before?"

he asked.

"No, boss, I was just looking around, and it turned out to be a wall."

Xia Kai said confidently.

He's definitely not good at fighting, so he can only try to be effective in other areas.

Where does that door lead?

Liu Zheng asked Youssena.

"I've never seen that door before. But that direction should lead to the observatory."

Yusenar thought for a moment and then said.

What is the purpose of an observatory?

he asked.

"It's used for observing celestial phenomena. Before the large-scale excavation of the Tommel civilization ruins, the main research focus of the Carnarvon Institute was actually astronomy and astrology."

"Youssena said."

"Oh, I see. Then I won't go."

Liu Zheng made a decisive decision.

His battle with Amirola looked easy, but in reality, he paid the price of a powerful item.

Moreover, the helmeted man, this capable helper, is now half-crippled, so it's best not to cause any further trouble.

"Gurgle?"

The pale little man tilted his head, as if receiving some information.

Then, it climbed onto Liu Zheng's shoulder again.

"If you're looking for the secret library, I've already closed it. If you're willing to talk to me, I can open it for you."

The aged voice spoke again.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Liu Zheng snorted coldly.

Just then, the unconscious helmeted man slowly woke up.

He tried to get up, but collapsed back down.

Even someone made of iron couldn't withstand the continuous use of ultimate moves.

"How about we get an injection?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

The helmeted man shook his head firmly.

"Then let's use this as a temporary measure."

He took out Tommel's secret ointment and applied it to the wound on the helmeted man's chest.

Soon, the exposed skin regained some color.

"Give me all your ointment, consider it a favor I owe you."

Liu Zheng said to the hunters at the gunpowder workshop.

The gunpowder hunters exchanged glances and silently took out ointment from their clothes and handed it to him.

After witnessing Liu Zheng's miraculous hunt down of the gods, they were completely convinced of his abilities.

"Thanks."

Liu Zheng applied all the ointment to the helmeted man's body.

Soon, the latter stood up.

"How is the recovery going?"

he asked.

"Clang!"

The helmeted man banged his head twice and brandished his thorny blade a few times to show that he was in excellent condition.

“Very good, you take them to get the things, and kill anyone who causes trouble. If it's her.”

Liu Zheng pointed at Youssena.

"Remember, don't let her die too easily."

The helmeted man nodded firmly, while Yusena gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Okay, let's go."

He waved his hand and then walked alone toward the iron gate.

Chapter 313 Killing the Moon

As soon as Liu Zheng placed his hand on the handle of the iron gate, a strange wave enveloped him.

The ripples were as gentle as lake water and as vast as a galaxy, captivating him and making him tremble.

"Don't get too caught up in that feeling, young man. Your inner eye isn't ready to delve into it yet."

The aged voice woke Liu Zheng.

He opened his eyes and saw a huge platform in front of him.

Above the platform was an equally enormous pale moon, so enormous that it felt as if one could reach out and touch it.

At the edge of the observatory, an old man in a long robe was lying on a rocking chair with his back to him.

The old man's body looked very bulky, but he did not give people the impression of being slow or stupid.

On the contrary, just by listening to his voice, one can feel the wisdom accumulated over countless years.

"who are you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“Who am I? Ah, it’s been many years since anyone asked me that question. You may not have heard of me. I am Albert Baden, the Dean of Calculus College.”

The old man spoke in a voice that sounded like phlegm.

"Your voice sounds quite damp, old man. You should take some throat lozenges."

He said carelessly.

"When you reach my age, being able to speak is already a blessing."

Albert paused for a moment, then said helplessly.

"Your voice sounded perfectly normal just now."

"That's because I was communicating with you spiritually just now, and now I'm speaking to you physically."

Albert explained.

"Then keep communicating with your mind. It's hard for you to talk to me physically, and it's hard for me to listen to you either."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Spiritual communication is very energy-consuming. Okay, let's talk about something more important."

Albert remained silent.

He originally intended to start with some riddles to get a feel for the situation, but he didn't expect the other party to talk even more nonsense than him.

"Don't you think it's impolite to talk to someone with your back turned? If you want to discuss something, you should at least talk to them face to face, right?"

Liu Zheng said.

"My appearance is not suitable for public display. Of course, if you insist, then please come to me."

Albert hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I insist."

He walked toward the rocking chair.

"I hope my appearance won't affect our conversation."

Albert said.

"Don't worry, old man, I'm from the metropolis, I've seen it all."

As Liu Zheng spoke, he walked around to face Albert.

The old man was wearing a bucket-shaped hat and his eyes were covered by two bulging blindfolds.

The half of his face beneath the eye mask was deeply wrinkled, like bleached dried tangerine peel.

In addition, his entire body was covered by a long robe, even his hands were tucked into his sleeves.

In his left hand he held a long cane, the head of which was forged into the shape of many blooming petals.

Liu Zheng looked down, and there seemed to be something slender wriggling in the long hem.

"Ah, you noticed. As expected of the one who hunted Amirola, your senses are truly sharp."

Albert began to speak.

What's down there?

he asked.

"To exceed the normal lifespan, you always have to pay a price."

Albert did not give a direct answer.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Young man, you seem to have a high level of acceptance."

Albert was somewhat surprised.

"That's it? It's too small-minded. Old man, you still need to go out and see more of the world."

He pursed his lips.

It's just tentacles or something, he has four of them.

"Hahaha! Cough cough cough!"

Albert first let out a hearty laugh, then began to cough violently.

"Old man, your sense of humor is way too low."

Liu Zheng walked behind him and forcefully slapped his back with his tentacles.

The touch was stiff, like hitting a dead tree.

"Alright, alright, if you keep hitting me, I'll be beaten to death before I cough it up."

Albert quickly stopped him.

"Bullshit! I'm the 18th generation successor of Baozi Lin's Bone Setting and Massage Technique. Who do you think you are?"

Liu Zheng patted his back and stood up, but did not continue patting him.

It was just a test, and they really thought he respected the elderly and cared for the young.

What are you looking for when you come to the academy?