hotmtlnovel #2007 - Bliss Mirror
#2007 - Bliss Mirror
This probably won't work.
Of course, after just one glance, Fu Qian judged the warehouse, which remained as calm as ever.
Even with the best treatment of employees, it wouldn't be so unrestrained as to directly give away controlling shares.
As a one-time consumable, Fu Qian didn't plan to waste his precious opportunity on stabbing the warehouse.
Not to mention, even if it worked, it might not be a good thing.
As everyone knows, most of his mission rewards came from plucking wool from the warehouse, so did this thing come from Lord Stomach?
Logically, it was still reasonable, after all, it was somewhat in conflict with the style of Heaven, and He was obviously the one who suffered the most this time, and the word 'pollution' was also very appropriate.
But the Four Great Disregards felt a bit exaggerated for that Lord.
Although the sense of oppression was very strong, he didn't feel that Lord Stomach was so strong in the previous interactions.
But if it wasn't Him but the Realm of Bliss, the latter would feel even more strange.
Counting it up, he seemed to have seen both Hell and Heaven in this world, and could only say that the styles were a bit peculiar.
[Today's mission has been completed, you can now leave the warehouse, this week's work progress is 4 / 4]
At this time, the warehouse's thoughtful reminder sounded, and Fu Qian finally put down the gains of this trip, and then checked his body.
Alas, this is already the third set.
This outfit, from the time he put it on until now, has only been twenty-odd hours.
It's a pity, it seems that he can't change his clothes yet.
Fu Qian commented on the level of restriction of the joy in his consciousness, and determined that even if Qin Dashao and the others lived another twenty eighteen years, they would not be old enough, and gave up the idea of activating the mark on his wrist.
Instead, he stood up directly and walked towards the depths of the warehouse.
… …
"Let me see, 1-002… …"
Muttering to himself, Fu Qian quickly found the box corresponding to this mission.
Compared to the name, the size was not large, and it probably couldn't even hold a head.
After gesturing, Fu Qian opened it casually.
In addition to finding opportunities to explore the Realm of Bliss in the future, there was no reason to let go of the clues in front of him—huh?
Fu Qian reached out and took out a gold-rimmed mirror.
That's right, it really was a mirror, and even the shape was very round, although the workmanship was a bit average.
Fu Qian shone it on his face, it was very clear, but a little crooked.
Of course, he didn't think that the dignified Realm of Bliss would be directly packed in this box. Judging from the previous situation, it was more likely a symbolic marker.
But this marker, was it a bit cheap?
Fu Qian fiddled with it back and forth, and didn't even find any delicate decorations.
However, this didn't mean there were no gains—the mirror gave people a slender and holy feeling.
That's right, the same adjective as "World Poison", and even the perception was quite consistent, reflecting a special color between manipulations.
At first glance, if it didn't look complete, it would almost make people mistakenly think that their special reward was knocked down from it.
His previous intuition was indeed correct, the composition of this Realm of Bliss was probably a bit complicated.
Very good… … Being able to have such gains so quickly, Fu Qian was obviously very satisfied. After confirming that there were no more interesting things, he casually put the mirror back.
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This thing couldn't be taken away. He had tried it before, as long as he left a certain range, the warehouse items would automatically return to their original positions, and the same was true for shocks and the like.
As the lid closed, Fu Qian raised his hand and put the envoy he had already copied in his hand on his face.
Visiting the laboratory again, it was obviously still quiet and deserted.
After looking out the window in the darkness and confirming that the world was still peaceful, Fu Qian stretched and turned to go upstairs.
According to the decoration requirements at the time, the rest area belonging to the laboratory负责人 was also unreasonably luxurious.
Although there were no clothes in the closet, it was enough to rest for a while. After a short wash, Fu Qian went to bed in his tattered clothes.
… …
A rare quiet night passed quickly.
And as an academic leader, in such troubled times, there was naturally no reason to stay in bed.
"You're not up yet?"
Of course, Fu Qian always reserved the right to be flexible and reasonable.
He rested all the way until dawn, until the bedroom door was pulled open.
Classmate Liu Shuang would certainly not be so impolite, the visitor was actually Professor Lisa, who had higher academic literacy.
After these two days of rest, this person's energy was obviously much better. Looking at Fu Qian lying there with bright eyes, she seemed unable to believe that this temporary Apocalypse speaker was so lazy.
"What's the matter that's so hurried? Is Cass back?"
Fu Qian's response was to sit up and ask, reminding her to pay attention to comparing the actions of the official speaker.
"No… … I just heard that the matter on the Good Curse Academy seems to have been resolved."
Professor Lisa's arrogant arrogance was instantly stagnant, and her voice was a little lower, explaining her intention.
"However, according to that guy's habits, since the matter has been resolved, he should be back soon."
In addition, after being influenced for many days, this person's ability to complain has also grown. Immediately afterwards, she hummed and emphasized the special work and rest rules of the Dean of Apocalypse.
Obviously, she had no respect for that old man.
"So it's really resolved? Are there any discoveries to share? Looking at you, it seems that the process was a bit dangerous?"
The next moment, Professor Lisa directly sat on the edge of the bed with a three-stage question, her eyes shining, obviously quite curious.