Chapter 1389 Interlude·Countdown to the Final Act (II)

In the mirror, there is a young man with slightly curly black messy hair. He is not ugly, but his overall appearance is above average. I saw him wearing a silver cross necklace and a slim-fitting priest's robe with the main tone being black. His expression was calm and indifferent, his eyes were deep and soft, and he looked very deep.

"How do you feel?"

Jiawen slowly turned around in a circle, turned her head and blinked at Aqing, who was standing behind her: "Does it look like it?"

The girl tilted her head, then walked twice around the eldest lady who had completely changed into the 'Hei Fan' skin, and said with a smile: "Exactly the same, Miss, she is a perfect Black Fan priest."

"Is it exactly the same..."

Gawen frowned, gently caressed Hei Fan's cheek, and whispered to himself: "But why do I always feel that something is not quite right?"

A Qing came close to Jia Wen and looked at her carefully, and said hesitantly: "Is it because the clothes I made are not very good? In fact, I think Miss, you used [Thousand Faces] to directly transform the appearance That’s fine, there’s no need to use the appearance equipment I made.”

“No.”

Jia Wen stared at herself in the mirror in front of her and shook her head slowly: “After all. It was during the exchange meeting. I had very little time to observe them these days. Although I could basically remember their appearance and characteristics, there would definitely be deviations in some details. I couldn't even grasp the specific height, tail length, etc. To get detailed data, for example, you have to ask someone who always uses warlock skills to help.”

A-Qing nodded solemnly, raised her hand and said, "Don't worry, Miss. Whether it's the small details A-Qing provides you or the appearance and equipment modeled after them, there will never be any deviation."
 "I know, of course I believe you."

Jiawen smiled, raised her hand and touched Aqing's hair, then fainted She said calmly: "So it should be my problem..."

A Qing narrowed her eyes comfortably and enjoyed the caressing for a while before wondering: "But Miss, A Qing feels that you are not the same as the real one now." There is no difference at all with Pastor Heifan.”

“If there seems to be no difference, it’s an internal problem.”

Jia Wen left the mirror, casually took the black tea handed by A Qing, brought it to her mouth, took a sip, and said leisurely: "Looking at it this way, it should be the temperament, the temperament of Pastor Hei Fan..."

Although I didn’t think the person my young lady was currently playing was handsome, Ah Qing, who had watched [League of War] together before, still admired the pastor of the Dawn Sect, so she tilted her head and asked: "Yes Depth? Is it because he lacks the feeling of being calm and calm when talking and laughing? "

"No, on the contrary, I think I may be a little too deep."

Jiawen shrugged helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Although I haven't observed Hei Fan in detail, my impression of him should be more... ordinary."
 Aqing was shocked at that time: "Is it ordinary?!"

"Yes, it's more ordinary. Although he is a commander recognized by General Staff Lamolock, it does not mean that he has the depth you just described, A Qing."

Jia Wen He nodded, sat back on the sofa, and said with a faint smile: "But it shouldn't be a big problem. After all, it's just a matter of coping with the situation. As long as you pay attention not to make too many mistakes, it shouldn't be discovered in a short time. After all, I don’t have to play him for a long time. In the final analysis, it’s just the boss’s task.”

A Qing made a face and said with a smile: “I feel like you enjoy working for that boss. Well."

"Maybe."

Jia Wen nodded slightly and said softly: "My ambition is not big, I just hope that I can do well in a position where I can exert my full strength. It’s just a matter of things, but it’s a pity that the people in the group didn’t live up to their expectations, especially my brother... After all this, he finally made me the next heir to the Bai family.”

A-Qing sighed and muttered: "I'm afraid that the young master still thinks that you want to seize the inheritance rights of the entire group. In fact, you are not that ambitious at all."

"You can't say that, after all. If my 'position' is that of the leader of the Bai Group, then I will spare no effort to fight for it."

Jia Wen played with the silver spoon in her hand and said with a pursed lips: "But it's different in this game. Judging from the current rhythm, the role of 'Chief of Staff of the Sin Lord Faction' is really suitable for me. Rather than acting alone, it actually feels good to be his mouthpiece, and my... These colleagues are not simple people."

A Qing blinked and asked curiously: "What do you mean, Miss?"

"You must have met Mei Lin, right?"

Jia Wen casually opened the message board, flipped through a large list of materials that Merlin had sent to her before, and asked absently: "Tell me how you feel about him."

A Qing spoke concisely and without hesitation. Means: "Frankenstein."

“Yes, Frankenstein, in order to explore the so-called truth and new technologies, he will do anything and has no bottom line, moral and ethical concepts. He is obviously a player, but he can do anything in a short time. Master and accept this game The world system of the play, whether it is materials science, pharmacy or engineering, is far beyond the limits that ordinary people can imagine, and it has crazy talents in bioengineering."

Jia Wen summed it up briskly. self-aware Mr. Merlin paused for a while and then asked calmly: "You may not believe it, Ah Qing, I'm afraid I have found Merlin's identity in reality."

A Qing was immediately stunned: "Haha ?”

"Mu Changchun, sixty-four years old, was awarded the title of academician seventeen years ago. He is humble and gentle. He has made outstanding achievements in molecular biology, physics, and genetic engineering. In recent years, he has only published heavyweight papers. There are eleven articles. Although he is not too outstanding compared to other people with the title of academician, he is very stable in the academic world. "

Jia Wen took another sip of tea and said softly. : "I am currently working at the University of Science and Technology in City B. I have my own laboratory and the threshold is very low. I have brought out many students over the years. Although there are no particularly powerful talents, they are all down-to-earth backbones. There is no one Those who are cheating, if I guess correctly..."

A Qing's eyes widened, and her mouth was so long that she could almost swallow an egg: "You mean that Academician Mu Changchun, Is it the Merlin we know?”

Jia Wen nodded slightly: “It’s very likely.”

“Oh my God!”

Although Ah Qing has a solid understanding of the business world and knows nothing about academia, she still knows very well how important the word 'academician' is, and she can still have her own laboratory at the Academy of Sciences University in City B. Academician, this kind of person who is supposed to be far away has actually seen her, which really caught her off guard.

Not only that, in Jiawen’s words, Academician Mu Changchun should be a scientific researcher with good reputation, character and personality, and the Mei Lin that A Qing recognized...

Let's put it this way, when she first met the old man, the latter was dancing with joy in front of a culture tank full of flesh and blood in the drowsy workshop, and there were countless "experimental subjects" around him is wailing.

That scene, which looked like a drawing from hell, still makes Ah Qing feel frightened even when she thinks about it now.

“So, people should not be judged by their appearance...”

Jia Wen covered her mouth and chuckled, and said in a relaxed and cheerful tone: "I have nothing to be dissatisfied with being able to work with such a person as a colleague, at least for now." A Qing keenly captured the key words in this sentence , immediately repeated: "Currently?"

"Yes, after all, I am not completely sure that Boss Mo does have the ability to control us. Although his current performance is impeccable, If you really want to convince people like me and Merlin, you can't do it with perfect performance in just a short period of time."

Jia Wen shook the black tea in the cup and smiled half-heartedly. He said: "No one is perfect. I don't believe that the boss has no weaknesses. In fact, the difficulty of the special commission he gave me this time is a bit..."

"Low?"

A-Qing, who has always understood her young lady's character, answered it just right.

“I can’t say that, but it’s really not challenging. And for employees like me, if they do too much of this kind of unchallenging work, their mentality will easily change.”
 Jiawen smiled implicitly, then changed back to her own appearance, took off the priest's uniform tailor-made by Ah Qing, and said with a playful smile: "But it's not that there is nothing to worry about. If If nothing else, I'm afraid I'm one step closer to the boss's secret."

A Qing made a face: "I think that boss is full of secrets."

"Yes. Ah, so this better not be what he really cares about.”

Jiawen looked at the tea leaves in the cup and said in her usual unpredictable tone: "Otherwise, it would be really boring..."

...

Same Time

Academy City Central District, No. 11 Milhouse Avenue [Chuanqing Hotel], lobby

“Hey, isn’t this our Commander Black Van.”

Fairy Graham, who was sharing a newspaper with Yu Chen, turned to Mo Tan, who had just walked downstairs, and blinked, smiling narrowly: "Is the illness cured?"

"Almost good. "

Previously he said he was ill. , Mo Tan, who had abstained from the last few rounds of the [War League], responded sarcastically, then pulled out the chair next to Feiyali, and silently pushed it back under Yu Chen's gentle gaze. He walked around to his own Dawn Saint and sat down obediently.

"Today is the finals. As a formal member of the delegation, I am very busy. Don't you two plan to go and have a look?"

Fiyali sighed weakly. He fell on the chair and wailed: "No business opportunities! No business opportunities! The appetites of the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce and the Steam Consortium are too great. I feel so wronged! Oh!"

Mo Tan glanced at the Saint of Fortune who had just negotiated a large deal with 'Link Zelda', and it seemed that she would soon have to count the money until her hands cramped, and complained: "Fiyali, you represent the Holy Church. United is not the Church of Wealth... Just stop there, right?”
"The Union of Holy Religions doesn't want money? Who do you think is in charge of the public funds that the big guys have squeezed out?"

Fiyali glared at Mo Tan fiercely and said angrily: " Everyone in every family is so stingy, especially your Dawn Sect and the public. Those stinky gangsters from the Orthodox Sect are asking for your money as if they were killing you! If we, the Wealth Sect, had not been supporting the trusteeship, the sanitation workers in the City of Light would have no money to pay their wages!”

Mo Tan and Yu Chen shrank their necks at the same time, knowing full well that their sect's paintings Feng and the others have already imagined the scene at this moment, which includes but is not limited to Xia Lian putting one foot on the table and shouting angrily for money but not for her life...

"Alas, the Sun Sect is still the best, I can get an extra fifty or eighty thousand every time.”

Feiyali let out a long sigh, then suddenly stood up and opened her arms towards the stairs: "Hurry! Children from rich families, hurry up and throw yourself into your sister's arms. Let me caress and caress you, this painful little fart. Child!"

"Uh...oh."

The Holy Son of the Sun, who had just woken up, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded under the horrified gazes of Mo Tan and Yu Chen, staggered down the stairs, jogged two steps, and went straight——
 He threw himself into the arms of Eliza Logan who had just walked through the door.

“My silly brother fell asleep.”

Her Royal Highness turned her head and smiled at the stunned Holy Cult trio. Then she pulled out the chair next to Fiyali and sat down. While holding the boy who was struggling to sit on the chair next to her in her arms, she He chuckled and said: "Good morning, you three. How is Pastor Hei Fan's health?"

"It's okay."

Mo Tan scratched his cheek and then took the initiative to lift Hands surrendered and said: "Actually, I'm not sick... Your Highness should know that I just don't want to be in the limelight anymore."

Elisa smiled sweetly, nodded and said: "That's right, after all, in that situation You have already proven yourself well by defeating Foster Ward. There is no need to fight with the Lamorlock Priest again."

Fiyali laughed twice and spread her hands. : "In the end, who would have thought that Lamorlock also retired from the competition? It's really awesome. The newspapers have already said that this competition is probably the most valuable [War League] in history, and it is also the championship. The lowest level of [War League], but I’m quite curious about who will win the championship in the end. What do you think, Hei Fan?”

"Barty Arthur."

Mo Tan said the name without hesitation, catching everyone off guard.

"Barty Arthur..."

Yu Chen blinked and whispered: "I remember that he also participated in the team competition of the fighting competition."

Then at this moment, Elisa suddenly clapped her little hands and whispered: "Ah, I remembered that when I was in the audience before, that handsome boy from the Fox tribe came over and invited me to have dinner. Come on!”

"Oh!!"

Fiyali immediately became excited. First she glanced meaningfully at Blake in Elisa's arms, and then asked curiously: "Then what?"

"Then maybe it's because the weather is too hot..."

The handsome Shota, who was held tightly in Elisa's arms, smiled harmlessly and shrugged his thin small shoulders.

“He suddenly fainted from heat stroke.”

Chapter 1,380: End

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