Chapter 560 Bitterness

"I expected that guy to complain, right?"

On the iron crystal pedestal, under the huge alchemical reactor, the Grand Master who was buried in the workbench suddenly raised his head.

The assistant chief of staff suddenly laughed: "I beg your pardon to speak bluntly. If I were here, I might have really usurped the throne... It can be seen that the secretary is quite good at this."

"Don't young people today know how to appreciate the good intentions of their leaders?"

The Grand Master clicked his tongue in displeasure: "That guy, maybe he doesn't even know the damn smell on his body..."

"To be honest, I can't smell anything." The purser raised his eyes and glanced at his boss: "Didn't your nose stop smelling years ago?"

"It's just that he has become a little different from ordinary people. Although he has lost his ordinary sense of smell, other aspects have become sharper. Sometimes I really don't know whether that accident is good or bad."

The Grand Master paused for a moment and suddenly laughed mockingly: "Maybe twenty years earlier, I would have been ecstatic about such a change."

"I hope you can recover soon."

The purser shrugged: "However, I am more curious now, what is the smell you are talking about?"

Ever since the furnace explosion, the Grand Master has become like this.

It should be said that being able to become like this is enough to show the great master's ultimate attainment in alchemy.

He lost 72% of his skin, suffered severe burns, lost two-thirds of his body, and suffered fatal injuries to his heart, liver, and lungs.

The stigmata was shattered and the soul was completely torn apart.

In the heavily sealed alchemy workshop, with no one to rescue him, after twenty-seven hours of self-rescue and struggle, he miraculously returned to the world.

The alchemist who forged miracles forged his own life again.

As a price, most of the emotions and all the sense of touch are lost. The basis of life has been sublimated from a fragile carbon-based compound to a miraculous operation.

His whole body has become an alchemical furnace, creating miracles in his life all the time.

A black box.

No one knows the internal working mechanism of this black box, and many people are even confused - is the great master in front of him the former alchemist, or an autonomous machine he created by simulating himself before his death? Answering machine.

But the purser never doubted it.

Whether it was the severely depressed patient in a salty state or the emotionless and indifferent man in front of him, he could feel that his best friend still existed in the body in front of him, like a flame, all the time. Burning.

After abandoning most of his human body and turning himself into a human-shaped border relic, the Grand Master acquired certain senses and vision that transcended common sense.

As it becomes more inhuman, it also gets closer to the essence of miracles.

All pretense and falsehood are invisible to him.

Therefore, when the Grand Master talked about his feelings, the Purser did not show any shock. What he wanted to know more was what exactly the Grand Master felt in this young man.

"stench."

The Grand Master responded mercilessly, with great disgust: "It's just that kind of... naive and stubborn stubborn child! He doesn't look at the situation, the atmosphere, whether it's appropriate or not, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself. Once Once you start to lose your temper, the quarrel will never end.

Once someone like this interferes with something, it will end up causing everyone a headache.

He is exactly the same as Russell in this regard, no wonder the two bastards can see each other in the eye..."

"Other than that?"

"The sour smell can be smelled hundreds of meters away. How many boats has that guy stepped on? Why hasn't it exploded on the spot yet? It wouldn't be surprising for such a guy to be cut into pieces by his lovers one day, right? "

"Ah haha, young people are really good at playing." The purser chuckled softly: "If you ask me, being able to make girls like it is also a great skill. You see, you don't have this, Grand Master..."

The Grand Master raised his eyes and glared over.

The purser shrugged indifferently, which was not false at all: We have been partners for so many years, who are you trying to scare?

"What about other than that?" the purser continued.

"What else?"

"To be jealous of a great master, shouldn't it only have such advantages as idealism and good luck with women?"

"Jealous?" The Grand Master paused and frowned: "Am I jealous of him?"

"Yes, jealous."

The purser raised his eyes and looked over seriously: "Let me tell you, over the years, I have met a lot of people who make you feel angry, but people who make you feel envious and unhappy from the bottom of your heart... this It’s still the first one. Are my old eyes dimmed, Your Excellency, or have I misunderstood somewhere?”

After the Grand Master stared at him for a long time, he finally snorted helplessly.

"...Isn't your old dog's nose much sharper than mine?"

"Thank you for the compliment." The purser asked with a smile, "So, what's the answer?"

"……bitterness."

The Grand Master was silent for a long time and said unhappily, "It still tastes bitter."

"bitterness?"

"Yes, it's different from the miserable bitter almond taste and tortured astringency. It's a very rare bitter taste - like the last bite of poison."

After all these years, the Purser still couldn't get used to the Grand Master's wonderful metaphors and couldn't understand what he meant.

"That smell is not his own. It is a gift left by something else. It is like hope placed on him. It's just that what they left behind is completely different from hope and completely different from despair."

The Grand Master pondered for a long time and said softly: "If you insist on saying it, it is liberation, right?"

The purser was puzzled.

"That's right, relief, end, closure - that's it. I don't know what that little bastard has done, and he has killed countless people or monsters, but those people had a hundred thousand feelings for him before they died. Grateful and without resentment.”

At this point, the Grand Master sneered, "I'm afraid he himself doesn't know how terrible his attraction to hell creatures is, right? For those solidified people who are eager for an end, he is simply like a savior and gospel.

From the first moment I saw him, I understood what Russell meant... Since that old bastard is not afraid that his heir will fall into the abyss, why should I be so sentimental? "

During the brief silence, the Chief of Staff glanced at the Grand Master in astonishment: "Is this some kind of dirty deal tacitly understood by the top management?"

"It's just a tacit understanding that comes from knowing each other's bad behavior too well."

The Grand Master clicked his tongue in displeasure and urged: "Move more neatly, don't be too lazy... Also, how is the battle going?"

"The news from five minutes ago is currently in a stalemate."

The purser replied: "August is in charge of the operation. Although that troublesome guy has a slightly serious tendency to commit suicide, at least there will be no problems before his death."

"Is it?"

The Grand Master showed a ferocious smile.

He raised his fingers, picked up the red-hot cauldron beside him, and poured all the malice and disaster in it into the cauldron - then, in the dancing firelight, the red skull-shaped wine glass opened its mouth. , let out a silent roar.

You're done!

This was the last thing left after the Grand Master killed the metal baby, causing the sub-control center to completely collapse.

After peeling off all the irrelevant foreign objects and things stored on it, what remains is the most essential function of the sub-control center.

An interface to the core.

"Although I have read the report, it still makes people a little suspicious." The chief of staff came closer curiously and sighed: "Will this thing really be useful?"

"You'll know if you try it."

The Grand Master reached out and took out the huge metal skull.

Like the most exquisite wine glass, every detail is perfect.

As the fire light dissipated, the red-hot skull wine glass quickly returned to its original pale appearance, as if it was actually created using someone's skull.

However, in the originally empty cup, drop after drop of scarlet liquid slowly seeped out, exuding a delicate fragrance, just like a peerless wine.

Anyone who knew the inside story couldn't help but take a few steps back, as if facing a formidable enemy, for fear that even a little bit of it would be spilled on themselves.

The grand master held the wine glass and after pondering for a long time, he suddenly showed an unsettling smile: "I remember there is a blood sample of Huai Shi here? Bring it to me, I will add some more ingredients to it... That's all good Something."

Not long after, a tube of twenty milliliters of blood was poured into the cup, causing the wine in the cup to boil instantly. But soon, the liquid that turned from scarlet to pitch black magically regained its clarity.

Colorless and transparent, no fragrance comes out of it.

Only countless dream-like bubbles continued to rise from it, touching the air, shattering silently, and the dreams in them disappeared without a trace.

It seems to be a carbonated drink that is very similar to happy water and can also make people happy.

"Signal to August."

The grand master held the wine glass and suddenly said: "Tell him that the storm is coming."

The purser turned around and left in a hurry.

He returned soon and solemnly nodded to the Grand Master.

"There are only day and night, isn't it lonely?"

In the dead silence, the Grand Master raised his wine glass, as if toasting to something invisible, and smiled coldly: "Let's add some spices here..."

His wrist flipped.

Pour out all the liquid in the cup.

Nearly infinite amounts of sweet wine emerged from the cup, fell with the movements of the Grand Master, and mysteriously disappeared into the air.

Nowhere to go anymore.

Instead, there were vibrations and roars coming from outside the iron crystal pedestal.

That's the sky -

At this moment, under the dim light of dusk, clouds suddenly appeared out of thin air and enveloped this land that had been dry for thousands of years.

There were bursts of thunder and the sound of heavenly drums.

The hurricane began to sweep out of thin air, and then, a gloomy chill enveloped everyone's heart as the clouds grew rapidly.

With the remote control of hell being pressed by the Grand Master.

The storm is coming as promised!

It's the last day of the month, so I asked for a vote. I finally finished typing, and I started reading the event posts, hoping to announce the results and rewards after dinner.