Your Highness, Don’t Be Like This

[At 10:16 in the morning of the same day, Rand Technology Co., Ltd. 】

　　【(Director: Ao Ye)】

　　【The heroine: the late new hired female manager "Lunar God". 】

　　【Protagonist: Newly hired male manager'Louis' who is late. 】

　　 [Supporting role: technical director ‘Rand’, more than one hundred engineers, and a number of senior magic craftsmen. 】

　　 [Scene: After the project kick-off meeting is over, there is an embarrassing handshake starting ceremony, and the noisy crowd in the audience. 】

　　 [Protagonist Monologue: My name is Louis. It is my old cousin who is squinting to observe me by my side, and the one who shook hands with me in front of me is the daughter of the old cousin—that is, my new colleague. Judging from the script, we probably happened some embarrassing things that shouldn't have happened last night. If this matter is true, and if her father knows about it, then I will be dead. 】

　　 [(Ao Ye, the director who watched the script: "???")]

　　 [(The actor who smirked after discovering that the script was leaked: "The script is only, the director, don't believe me.")]

　　 [Heroine Monologue: My name is Alia, and the one who looks at me in astonishment by my side is my old man, and the one who shook hands with me in a smirk is my new colleague. He should be the gentleman I ran into after drinking a lot in the bar last night. Judging from the suspicious traces in the room in the morning, it seemed that we had something embarrassing that shouldn't have happened. Now we have to work together under my father's hands. It's embarrassing. What should I do? 】

　　【(Ao Ye, director of the old father with an unusually ugly face after reading the script: "...")】

　　 [(The hero who looks pale and thinks he is dead: "...")]

"Oh, by the way, you can arrange it first. With regard to the Grand Judge, I suddenly remembered one thing to talk to Louis." The kindly thankful old man smiled and asked the engineers to start work as planned. Then he separated the two male and female colleagues who were shaking hands in a smirk, then put his arm around Louis's shoulder, and forcibly took him aside.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Alia breathed a sigh of relief, who was no longer focusing on her eyes. She withdrew her gaze from the back of the old father and Louis who had left, then rubbed her painful forehead, and came to the wall alone. Before that special oil painting.

　　 In curious observation, she was temporarily distracted.

　　 Dad came here today to ‘consecrate’ the design of the judge. But it seems that this matter will be delayed for a while.

　　 ‘open light’—this is another weird word that came out of Louis, he always said some weird words.

But Alia knows what Louie meant-Dad said that this thing appeared in an era older than herself. It is alive and self-conscious-even if it is just a painting or a design drawing, there may be With its consciousness.

　　 Therefore, in the sanctuary, a design drawing can often only produce a set of ‘equipment’.

According to Louis’s plan, he intends to use this picture to create at least eight'judgment angels' (Rand's final form)—the Rand base can’t make a real judge, use this picture Split into multiple copies, just to maximize the use of this resource.

　　 And the father's work of "consecration" is to erase the consciousness that may exist in the design of the grand judge-although this will greatly weaken the eight judgment angels, which will be a pity. But this is the best solution now.

　　 After all, if this picture is really ‘alive’, then the subsequent manufacturing work may fail.

　　 Papa and Louis spoke swearingly—the two guys had burned incense just now, and they had been worshipping for a long time.

　　 As if this thing really has life.

However, Alia believed in the words of her father and Louis, because when she looked up at the oil painting on the wall, she could feel his powerful power firsthand—Alia even had a feeling that there seemed to be a relationship between him and herself. Some kind of resonance.

　　Resonance... It seems to have resonance, because it has the ability to make the gods listen to His voice. Let the gods accept its baptism and accept its judgment.

　　 When the call of the judge rang, it meant that the gods ushered in the dusk.

　　Why should the gods be judged? Why should the patron **** who violated the sanctuary rules be purged?

　　 Alia didn't understand, and felt a little angry. She believes that she has never done anything to miss. Even in the age of the gods three thousand years ago, she just did her best to maintain the power of faith in this world, so that those gods who can always be in their heyday, in their own Under the leadership of the leader, prevent the old gods from coming back.

　　 I didn't do anything that I missed—I did go the wrong way, but since I was born, has there been any creator who has guided me?

　　 Now, this thing has to be created by myself to deal with myself?

　　‘So, what am I doing? ’

　　【Received the cleanup protocol signal, starting...】

　　 Moon God: "???"

　　[Please listen to my call...]

　　 A sound like singing, suddenly resounded in the heart of Moon God, it was like the trembling bronze bell, making his whole spiritual world tremble.

　　At this moment, the spirit of the Moon God is in the vast consciousness of the judge, unguarded.

　　 How many years, she has had a similar experience-it was the feeling of helplessness that she had when she was born for the first time facing the old god. It's like a rabbit trembling in front of a tiger.

　　Subconsciously, the Moon God wanted to leave here, but in the blink of an eye, she found herself suddenly in a void.

　　 Moon God knew that his consciousness was drawn into the oil painting.

　　 Under the background of the vast galaxy in front of him, there is a strange unknown object floating. It looks like a few flat, grouped together, constantly rotating crystals. These crystals, which exude divine patterns and luster, simply outline an abstract pattern like words.

　　 Its appearance is quite different from when it is viewed outside the oil painting. Perhaps this is the concretization of the consciousness of the judge sealed in the oil painting.

　　 And the Moon God also knows what this pattern means—in the scriptures of the sanctuary, there is its translation: justice.

"How ridiculous..." The Moon God looked up at the vast God of Judgment in front of him, with a bitter meaning at the corner of his mouth: "The judge who was brought back by me is using all his power to judge me. .."

　　[Now, can you listen to me? Great god]

　　[You don’t have to be afraid, because I have no intention of depriving you of your life and strength. ]

　　 [Because everything in the world, every plant and tree is a unique and indispensable existence. ]

　　[Should not be replaced, nor should it be eliminated. Should be treated fairly. ]

　　[Justice exists for hope. ]

　　 [I hope that the world is full of hope-even though I know that human beings are not kind. Although I know there is darkness and prejudice in this world. ]

　　[But great gods, please listen to my call—I implore you to fulfill your original wish, forgive those who have been in the past, and go for the kind people who are full of hope in their hearts, walk with them, and give them hope. ]

　　[I am about to leave, but dusk is coming, and the world is about to be covered by darkness. ]

　　 [God who returns the power of God to the world, please listen to my prayers and calls-with your original desires, to create your angels. Create a hopeful tomorrow with those friends who walk with you...]

　　 The Judge's song gradually turned into a light and dissipated along with it. The light was condensed on the Moon God's body—just like the light from the moon, exuding a bright brilliance.

　　 Looking at his shining hands, the Moon God saw the ‘eight handle’ keys flashing in the brilliance.

　　 She knew that as long as she poured her body's brilliance into each of the ‘judgment angels’, they would all ‘lived back’—just like when she created the angels.

　　 And this time, she also has an amazing little assistant—the creator.

　　 [Everything is destined...]

　　 [Perhaps this is the final result of this trial-it has given her power to the man who is being judged, and believes that she will give these things to those who are full of hope. 】

　　【Or drivers. 】

　　 Moon God opened her eyes. At this time, her consciousness had returned to the body before the oil painting, as if nothing had happened.

　　 Inexplicably, the Moon God can perceive from the line of fate that these eight keys should belong to eight people. The eight may not be so powerful, but they are the most shaping and the purest people.

　　 Four of them are in the north—fate has made them meet here. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 Alia looked at the three little guys who were looking at the judge's drawings in front of the oil painting, sucking their fingers, and their eyes lit up. And Miss Helen who is dozing off with her chin not far away—what a good driver. This is destined!

　　 There are four more people in the south-they should all look good too.

　　 I don’t know if Franciscan meets them during his journey south.

　　 I don’t know whether Ms. Francisco can return smoothly from this trip.

　　 She felt that Francisco and some of her good girlfriends might encounter some dangers—Louis stayed at the Rand base, it is very likely that it could not be more than three months.

　　 Three months should be enough, right?

　　 With the clever self and the clever Yodel engineers, there shouldn’t be any problems.

　　 And he is a ‘creator’. The efficiency will be fast.

　　 Maybe I will drive with everyone to pick up Louis and the others.

　　 As for myself, I don’t have to tell everyone about my ‘turned on’. Well, let’s not talk about the driver either. I will give Louis a surprise at that time.

　　 Tell him to go to the south to find four people.

　　......

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