Fang Zhou, how did they see me?

"Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Do not worry."

Bai Yuan came over and put his hand on Shi Huaiya's shoulder.

"What's our relationship now~"

Shi Huaiya shrugged: "Just barely a roommate."

After saying this, Shi Huaiya stood up immediately.

"I'm not going to talk to you about this anymore. I'm going to take a shower. I haven't finished yet. You're not allowed to use the flash bomb this time. Do you understand?!"

Bai Yuan didn't answer directly, but gave a thumbs up.

……

……

at the same time.

South side of Ursus.

The city of Dalínyera.

"Sir, Baron Karaster, who lives far to the north, asked me to give you this item."

In an office with a strong Ursus style.

The walls were hung with specimens of animal heads, and on these specimens were various weapon decorations with blood stains, including the unique curved machetes of Usa, axes, and firearms.

There is also a whole piece of animal-made carpet on the floor in front of the desk.

The ordinary-looking messenger came over and saluted Markov with a standard Ursus military salute.

“Give it to me now!!”

Upon hearing that it was sent from Baron Karaster in the north, Marklov immediately stood up and took the package from the messenger.

The package is not small.

It's about the size of a human torso.

It feels so heavy in the hands that an ordinary person might not be able to lift it.

The package was wrapped in a special oil paper with the Baron's seal on the top.

"You go."

"Yes!"

The messenger turned and left, gently closing the office door.

Markov thought for a moment, then stood up and walked over to lock the office door. Then he unpacked the package, revealing the safe inside.

Think about it for a moment.

After entering a string of repeated passwords.

There was a click.

The password box is opened.

Accompanied by the sunlight outside.

Markov saw clearly what was in the safe.

Like a stone.

On the surface of this stone, a special materialized power flows rhythmically. Every few seconds, the rhythm of this surface power fluctuates a few times, like the heartbeat of a giant beast.

Every fluctuation made Markov feel uneasy.

"This is it……"

Markov suddenly became alert.

He subconsciously wanted to take action, but when he was about to touch it, he quickly pulled it back.

dare not.

He was afraid that his touch would activate the special power inside this "stone".

"Is this what he wants?"

A look of deep thought flashed in Markov's eyes.

According to the other party.

Just by using this, it would be enough to cause damage to Longmen that cannot be recovered in a short period of time, and it would be easy to cause chaos.

"I'm using the 'Super Soldier' technology in exchange for Baron Karaster's. I hope he won't disappoint me."

in fact.

According to what the other party said.

His own 'super soldier technology' is worthless compared to this thing.

But the problem is care.

The Baron was unable to make any use of this.

For experiments.

No experimental subject could withstand this force, not even one ten-thousandth of it.

No matter how rare an item is, there must be a way to unleash its power to maximize its benefits. If the benefits cannot be maximized, what is the difference between a rare treasure and a stone?

This is also the reason why the baron agreed to the exchange.

Because the baron doesn't have the technology.

Or.

No one in the entire Ursus currently has this technology, not even Markov.

But his purpose was different.

He doesn't need to use it too precisely, just need to use the power roughly.

As for how to use it roughly.

Markov already knew what was going on.

He randomly pressed a few buttons on the landline phone on his desk, picked up the receiver, and said indifferently: "Send that Sarkaz over."

soon.

The office door opened again, and a Sarkaz with a two-meter-tall build and wearing special clothes walked in.

"Mr. Markov."

Sarkaz said lightly.

"According to your request, I found what you wanted."

Markov turned the safe over, and the stone inside the safe fell into Sarkaz's sight. He walked over and took a closer look.

"Yes, that's it."

"Mr. Markov is really well-informed."

"What exactly is this?"

"Fragments of divine power..."

The Sarkaz spoke lightly.

"God..."

Markov snapped.

"Do gods really exist in this world, or are you just making up an excuse to fool me?"

“Of course there is.”

The Sarkaz answered.

"There's a spell in my Sarkaz magic that can fully activate this fragment of divine power..."

"Although you cannot control it, the uncontrolled power of the gods is enough to accomplish your goal."

Speaking of which.

The Sarkaz fell silent.

His pair of eyes, which were not human, stared deeply at Markov.

Do not know why.

Obviously, the Sarkaz were the most hated creatures on this earth and should have been hiding like rats, but when he was looked at like that, Markov still felt an inexplicable fear and panic rising from the depths of his heart.

The feeling is very slight.

He wasn't really afraid of this Sarkaz.

This feeling is more like a genetic instinct.

Just like a rabbit meeting a tiger.

"As long as you can meet my requirements, I will naturally agree to your terms. You and the Sarkaz around you can live safely in Dalniera City. You can also stay by my side and take up an important position. I can provide you with enough shelter to live in Dalniera City."

"Thank you sir."

The Sarkaz nodded politely.

suddenly.

The Sarkaz asked.

"Mr. Markov, you are very scared, right?"

When Markov heard this, his face changed immediately. He turned his head and subconsciously placed his right hand on the handle of the cold weapon at his waist. His eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of danger in them.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Don't forget, Sarkaz! You are just a humble servant living under my command, don't overstep your bounds!!"

The Sarkaz didn't seem to understand Markov's warning, and he spoke slightly.

"You're afraid of Marquis Yevni, aren't you? You're afraid that after this failure, you won't have any chance of survival and will fall into a miserable situation."

"you!!!"

The most painful part of my heart was instantly touched.

Markov was panicked for a moment, and he immediately calmed himself down.

Clang.

He pulled out the sharp Ursus scimitar from his waist, and the blade flashing with silver-white light was aimed at the Sarkaz, as if he would chop him down with the sword if he said something wrong the next second.

Facing the sword.

The Sarkaz were not afraid at all.

Even the half of his face hidden under the special mask showed a slight smile.

"Even if you succeed in causing chaos at Longmen this time, your importance in the Marquis' heart won't increase much. In his eyes, this is just a task you should complete. If you fail in the future, you will die just the same. To the Marquis, what's the difference between you and a dog?"

Sarkaz's tone was extremely sharp, and he hit the essence of the matter in one sentence.

Markov looked embarrassed.

But he knew that he had no way to refute it.

Naturally, I was quite clear about the ending that the other party mentioned.

Even if you succeed, it will only make you live longer.

I want to climb up.

He had taken on this 'job' in the beginning in an attempt to climb up the ladder, but after working under the Marquis for so long, he knew deep down that he was not a qualified superior.

A highly self-centered person.

As for running...