Collapse, the beginning will avoid 500 years of detours

Could it be that Kiana's whereabouts were discovered?

Theresa couldn't help but get nervous, she clenched her hands, but she was afraid that her cunning grandfather would notice something was wrong, so she went to the window and opened it.

"Grandpa, why don't you open the window for ventilation?"

"The wind outside is a bit cold." Otto smiled. "Grandpa just wanted to come see you. After all, I haven't seen you in a long time. I was a little worried that you might have forgotten me, little Theresa."

Otto was also nervous, but compared to the other two, the one whose heart was beating faster was probably the End Worm.

Squatting in front of Otto, she felt extremely nervous, as if she was about to be caught cheating. In her hand, she was still holding Otto's third test tube. Holding it in her hand, through the glass, the agar-like liquid still made her feel dry in the mouth.

And a certain smell made the End Worm slightly drunk. She looked ahead and saw Otto's left leg, right side, and left side of his right leg.

Even though Otto was very clean, there was still a smell left after his work. This masculine scent made the Endworm's body feel a little hot. She couldn't help but scratch her slightly red neck. It was winter now, but she felt that the space under the desk was extremely hot.

"Well, Grandpa, now that you've seen me, when will you return to headquarters?"

Theresa wanted to chase the man away, and as she walked towards Otto, she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. The body of the End Worm trembled, and she accidentally hit her elbow against the desk, making a slight noise.

The sound was extremely clear in the room, and Theresa subconsciously looked at the desk in front of Otto.

"There's a little mouse playing around." Otto said with a smile, and Theresa was immediately startled. She was surprised. Could there be a mouse under her desk?

However, before Theresa could become suspicious, Otto simply tapped his fingers on the table and explained.

"Just kidding, it was just a kick."

Theresa was more willing to believe this explanation than the mouse, and she did not suspect anything. Just as the End Worm breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the sound of Otto pulling a chair.

Otto sat up a little straighter and moved his chair forward. His original intention was to use his body to block the space under the desk, but at the same time, this also made his body occupy the already limited space.

The Endworm squatted on tiptoe, her hands pressing on Otto's thighs, supporting herself in an uncomfortable position.

Otto!

She suspected that Otto was deliberately playing a prank on her. At this distance, she could bury her head between Otto's legs by simply lowering her head.

Even the End Worm could feel a little warmth from the body close to her, which made her feel uneasy.

Come to think of it, I seem to have seen something like this in a short movie I watched before.

The End Worm subconsciously recalled it, but as soon as the picture emerged, she shook her head violently, throwing the horrific picture she had imagined out of her head.

"Little Theresa, you've managed St. Freya's Academy well. I read the report, and the students from St. Freya's Academy performed well in the Australian ruins."

Otto didn't notice anything unusual about the Death Worm and continued talking to Theresa.

"Hehehe, of course."

Theresa put her hands on her hips and puffed out her flat chest.

"One of my disciples is in there. Wendy is different from the Valkyries at headquarters. If you ask me, she might very well be the next S-rank Valkyrie."

Wendy's excellent performance made Theresa very satisfied.

And the Endworm sighed.

In the future, Wendy died miserably, falling into the hands of Cocolia and having her Herrscher core directly dug out.

As for the person who led her down this path, it was the man in front of her.

The End Worm's eyes were cold. She naturally didn't know that Wendy was recommended by Theresa. She just naively thought that it was Otto's experiment. Thinking of Wendy's end and Bronya's pain at that time, the End Worm was furious.

"Well."

Otto's nose twitched.

The Death Worm squatting in front of his legs pinched Otto's thigh flesh fiercely.

I'm afraid there's a bruise on it.

Otto didn't know why the End Worm did this, but if the End Worm thought that Theresa was here and he didn't dare to touch her, he would be completely wrong.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Otto grinned. He moved his chair forward, squeezing the already limited space under the desk even further, forcing the Death Worm to squat in a position as if it was lying on Otto's thigh.

This made the Endworm feel so angry that her head was not even under the desk. If Theresa was standing next to her, she would immediately see her lying on Otto's thighs.

However, Qn Yi O Yin Qisi covered her guilty conscience and thought VIII that it might be because Otto did not react. Theresa thought that her grandfather had no interest in Wendy. Sure enough, in his eyes, the Valkyries were just pawns, nothing special.

Theresa suddenly felt dissatisfied.

"Grandpa, how about a competition?"

Theresa suddenly said.

Otto raised his head and looked at Theresa with interest.

"Little Theresa, what do you mean?"

"Let's compare the futures of the Valkyries of the same generation at headquarters and St. Freya Academy," Theresa said. "Let's see who can become an S-rank Valkyrie."

"If the Valkyrie of our Saint Freya Academy becomes an S-class Valkyrie first, then Grandpa, you must grant me a wish."

She wanted to prove that the Valkyries she trained in her own way were better than those at the headquarters, and that her grandfather's attitude towards the Valkyries would only hold Destiny back.

She has thought about her wishes.

In Theresa's eyes, victory in the competition was already a foregone conclusion. After all, the headquarters was becoming famous, and the only Valkyrie qualified to become an S-class Valkyrie was the Valkyrie named Rita.

This time at the Australian ruins, Theresa met Rita, whose name she had heard of.

However, compared to her own disciples, Rita is still a little bit behind.

If grandpa wants to win, he can only do so if a freak suddenly appears in the next two or three years.

"Hmm..." Otto touched his chin. He felt that Theresa seemed a little naive.

Whether she is an S-class Valkyrie or not, isn’t it just a matter of a word from him?

But Theresa probably won't admit such a victory.

So, Otto asked.

"What if I win?"

"Impossible..." Theresa said decisively, but she coughed twice immediately. If she was too confident, her grandfather might not dare to compete with her. Even if Wendy couldn't do it, she still had her good niece.

"Ahem, if you win, Grandpa, I'll grant you one wish."

Theresa said nonchalantly, and the Death Worm lying on Otto's thigh almost wanted to shout.

What are you doing, aunt?

The End Worm knew about how his sister Yulandel became an S-class Valkyrie just two years after her birth. My aunt probably doesn't know Yulandel yet, so she is just deliberately giving herself away.

"Sure." Just as the End Worm thought, Otto would naturally not take advantage of the situation. Worried that Otto would not admit it, Theresa raised her hand and walked towards Otto.

"Then let's pull the hook."

It was a bit childish, but it was just right for Otto. However, just as he raised his hand, he suddenly thought of the Death Worm under him.

If Theresa came over, she would definitely be able to see the End Worm at a glance.

"Wait a moment."

Otto raised his hand to stop Theresa from approaching.

This made Theresa frown. Could it be that grandpa had thought it through and decided not to gamble?

"Grandpa, are you going to admit that your attitude towards the Valkyrie was wrong?" Theresa said, and the Endworm covered her face with her hands. She really hoped that her aunt would stop talking, otherwise it would be too late for Yulandel to become an S-class Valkyrie.

Speaking of which, it seems that my aunt used to hate Sister Youlandai'er. If Sister Youlandai lost the game, I'm afraid she would hate the latter in advance. It would be even more fun to watch when she knew Sister Youlandai's true identity later.

The Endworm really wanted to stick her head out to stop her aunt from doing something stupid, but she didn't do it in the end.

Just suffer from your period.

"I was just thinking that a pinky promise doesn't guarantee its implementation. So, how about we just write a written agreement?"

Otto's formal attitude made Theresa, who was originally full of confidence, a little hesitant, because in her eyes, her grandfather did not seem like someone who would fight a battle without confidence.

Sensing Theresa's hesitation, the Endworm breathed a sigh of relief.

Warm breath hit his pants, and Otto subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the head above his thigh. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the head of the End Worm.

It's like a cat lying on your lap, who can resist petting it?

However, Otto's action made the End Worm's eyes widen. She was touched on the head like a tiger being touched on the butt. She glared at Otto fiercely, but in Otto's eyes, it was like a lion with its teeth and claws pulled out baring its fangs and claws at him, which he found a little cute.

He smiled.

Then he pinched the End Worm's cheek, and before the latter opened its mouth to bite him, he quickly pulled his hand back, making the End Worm so angry that its teeth itched and it wished it could bite something off.

"grandfather."

However, Theresa, who was originally struggling with whether to sign a document, spoke up and looked at Otto.

"Is there anything under the table?"

Oops!

Otto and the Endworm felt a pang in their hearts. Even if Theresa was stupid, such a small movement at such a close distance should have been noticed.

"Nothing." Otto calmed himself down. Even as he said this, Theresa started walking towards him, her eyes still fixed on the desk.

"Okay, Grandpa, I'm not wearing pants now."

Otto explained further.

This made Theresa stunned.

No, Grandpa, what are you doing sitting in the principal's position?!

It's not that Theresa doesn't know everything. Although St. Freya's Academy is a girls' school, the girls tend to mature early. When Theresa was checking the dormitories, she found some girls doing some shameful things and confiscated some contraband that was over 18.

wrong.

Theresa thought about it again. To be honest, it was hard for her to imagine her grandfather doing that kind of thing. Just thinking about it made her feel that it was wrong.

Grandpa is trying to hide something!

Theresa was smart for once. She suddenly ran towards Otto, which made Otto's heart tremble.

Haha! Grandpa, I'm no longer the me you used to know!

During the past few years at St. Freya's Academy, Theresa felt that she had grown a lot. She was no longer the naive girl who could do nothing, so she would not be deceived by her grandfather like this.

however.

Theresa came to Otto's side at an extremely fast speed in just a blink of an eye. When her eyes fell in front of Otto, she suddenly froze.

because......

There was nothing under the desk.

Only a slight sweet taste remains.

A test tube fell at Otto's feet. The test tube was empty, but the white traces left on the wall indicated that there had been something in it.

"Well?"

Theresa scratched her head, wondering why it was a little different from what she thought.

And aren’t grandpa’s pants still in good shape?

However, she bent down to pick up the test tube on the ground. It was obvious that it was not hers. She put it to her nose and sniffed it. There was a strange smell. Then she looked at Otto.

"Grandpa, please don't litter."

PS: Good night

My hands were shaking after being beaten by Latarn, so I finally gave up on the red tape and passed it directly without any preparation. I almost missed the update.

81. The Chosen Mei

A figure in pajamas suddenly appeared on the bed, which was originally quiet and empty.

Kiana, the Herrscher of the End, fell onto the bed, her heart beating violently with a roar that only she could hear. She opened her eyes wide in a daze, clutching her neck with her right hand, and her thin, moist lips were tinged with a certain gorgeous luster.

She had a sick feeling.

I feel sad.

Because she originally thought she would feel very nauseous, but after she really mustered up the courage to drink it, her body did not show any disgust. It was just like drinking a can of milk early in the morning, nothing special.