Chapter 1575 Workshop (VII)

"I have brought the people."

On the way to the workshop, Oz walked straight to the door and shouted inside.

"Come on, it's time for you to shine."

Without even waiting for a response from inside, he turned around the next moment, looked at Fu Qian who was looking around with curiosity, and gestured to go in directly.

"Okay."

Fu Qian obviously had no objection to this and stepped into the door happily.

Standing inside the door, the feeling was different from that outside.

This is a very spacious room. Although the configuration is more orthodox, it is very empty inside, just like the place explored before.

At a glance, the line pattern that shines brightly in the dark and has its own fluorescence is not limited to the wall, but climbs evenly everywhere.

So that although it is just a dead object painted there, it has a kind of life-like vitality.

"Welcome--"

While Fu Qian was observing, with a long sigh, a voice that was obviously female also sounded in the darkness.

"We haven't met such an efficient candidate for a long time. What's your name?"

Although it was a compliment, there was not much emotion in the tone.

As the question was asked, the lines in a certain place in the room twisted, as if these patterns with special meanings really came alive at that moment.

Of course, it was just as if.

Perhaps the light was weak, but Fu Qian believed that as long as people with normal vision were not deceived by the assumed illusion, they could find that there was actually a sitting human shadow where the pattern "moved".

The reason why it was called an illusion was that the clothes this person was wearing also had fluorescent patterns of the same color climbing, which had an alternative camouflage style.

And the change just now was also very simple. She was originally sitting facing the wall, but she turned 180 degrees, causing the camouflage to move.

…

It seemed that she felt the vitality of the organization.

This kind of misleading that looked more like a joke naturally could not affect Fu Qian at all. For a while, he just praised his creativity.

But the questions asked by the other party were really meaningless.

The keys have been sent, don't you know what it's called?

Although the problem now is that we, as the person involved, really don't know.

"The name is just a code name."

But this is still not a problem. He snorted and the next moment Fu Qian's aura was fully open.

The other party welcomed him politely, so he didn't ask unreasonable questions.

"From the moment I set out, I have decided to cut off the past. If there must be a name, you can call me from now on-"

He paused, and the next moment he continued to speak in a rhythmic manner.

"Lord of the Rings."

You...

The man sitting on the ground did not make any movement for a while, but the look in Oz's eyes when he followed in was obviously a little weird.

"I'm sorry, but I noticed that you don't seem to be wearing any rings."

And it seems that he tried a little, but he couldn't help but interrupt in the end.

"Hehe... Rings don't have to be worn on your hands."

Fu Qian lowered his head and moved his bare fingers, as if he fell into contemplation of life for a second.

"It can also be engraved in flesh and blood."

...

Oz obviously didn't know that the truth was still the one who defeated him this time.

But at that moment, his expression clearly showed the meaning of "your chuuni is better than mine."

"Well said."

And in this silence, the real host of this trip finally took over the conversation, and seemed to agree with it.

"If that's the case, you can call me Yingzhu."

Accompanying the self-introduction influenced by Fu Qian's style, this person actually stood up directly.

Even at the same time, a light came on, illuminating the entire space.

Very young, almost close to Brother Oz.

The one who will provide the real assessment to confirm whether Fu Qian can join is a woman with black hair and slender eyes.

And the fluorescence that has become less conspicuous under the lamp makes her long dress with little decoration more plain.

"So tell me, finger."

Of course, the next moment, she stared at this side and uttered a more plain name, and she completed the abbreviation without Fu Qian's consent.

"Why are you here?"

"Think clearly before answering, it will be related to your future fate."

...

Obviously, she looked quite normal, but she still had a full of chuuni atmosphere when she spoke.

Is the organization contaminated by the disguise they chose?

The test started inadvertently, but Fu Qian was deeply interested in the content.

Of course, at this moment, he would never believe that this organization had nothing to do with the saints.

The mixed shapes on the wall were placed here, and Fu Qian even easily found the pattern on his glove at that time.

Although this lady who called herself Yingzhu and obviously had a high status in the organization was still an ordinary person, the same was true for Ai Si and others at that time.

Their power only came from the "holy clothes" on their bodies, and they could disappear in the city as soon as they took them off.

Of course, sighing was sighing, but it did not delay Fu Qian from thinking about the answer.

For this further assessment, the previous statement of responding to the call was obviously not enough.

"Because the world is wrong."

After only thinking for five seconds, Fu Qian answered directly with a firm tone.

"...What's wrong?"

Ms. Yingzhu's cultivation is much better than Oz's. After a short silence, she asked smoothly.

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be like this."

Fu Qian shook his head.

It might be difficult for someone else to pass the test, but for him, this kind of introduction is easy.

"Gifted warriors guard the order, while ordinary people are responsible for enjoying it."

"The former has an obligation, the latter feels at ease, and everyone is confined to their natural destiny... I don't think this is right."

For people with middle school syndrome, being enemies with the whole world has always been a universal motivation, and the goal can be completely abstract instead of choosing specific things.

"...What should be right?"

It seems that his answer is indeed a bit abstract to the examiners, and Yingzhu's silence was extended again for a while.

"Ordinary people can also be crushed by the burden of saving the world. That is not the privilege of extraordinary people."

Fu Qian answered fluently, as if he had thought about it countless times when he was wandering in front of the blackboard.

Privileges crushed by heavy burdens...

Under this overly high consciousness, Ms. Yingzhu finally fell into a long thought, shocked by the exaggerated pursuit of fairness by the young people in front of her.

"Can you show me the gold coin you found?"

As time passed by, Yingzhu finally changed her question when she spoke again.