Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

No matter how you look at it, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

It's fine this way.

Return to the present.

Bluebeard, clutching his head, struggled to his feet against the wall.

As if sensing something, it turned to look at the remains of the starfish monster.

A book could be vaguely seen lying quietly among the remains of the starfish monster.

It was spotless, without a trace of blood.

It even has a somewhat eerie atmosphere when placed in this environment.

That's my treasure.

The thought suddenly popped into his head, and Bluebeard subconsciously reached out and picked up the book.

The soft texture of the book made him raise an eyebrow the moment he touched it.

A crimson light, identical to that of his previous Noble Phantasm, appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, a flood of information rushed into my mind.

It's not about crudely stuffing information into it.

Rather, it was as if he had remembered something he was supposed to know all along.

Lowering his hand from his head, the confusion in Bluebeard's eyes had faded.

"I never imagined I'd come to a new world."

"What a pleasant surprise!"

"Hehehe."

"I'm really lucky."

An eerie laugh came from his mouth.

A strange light flickered in Bluebeard's eyes.

"Since you're here, let me do something."

"What exactly should we do?"

"As expected, we still need to pull that damned, hypocritical god off his throne."

"Then Joan of Arc was freed from his grasp."

He was talking to himself like a mentally ill person.

Bluebeard paced back and forth in the sewers, accompanied by exaggerated physical movements reminiscent of a stage opera.

His words suggested he had no memory of the past.

It was as if he were a completely new individual, different from the previous Bluebeard.

The Snail Annihilation City Text, held tightly in his arms, emitted an eerie light.

It looks slightly different from the previous one.

But upon closer inspection, there doesn't seem to be any difference.

This bizarre scene was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Bluebeard, who seems to hold the initiative, is not as free as one might imagine.

At least he was completely unaware of the abnormality in his body.

Or is this guy in front of me really Bluebeard?

This is questionable.

Judging from his appearance, you can tell that this guy is not normal.

If it were a resurrection, it obviously wouldn't be like this.

He waved his hand in the air.

The familiar robe returned to his body, covering his somewhat withered frame.

He looked incredibly gloomy and bloated.

It seems that no matter what strange things appear under that robe, it wouldn't be surprising.

Bluebeard was unaware that his actions were being observed by someone.

"Oh ho, this is really interesting."

A white-haired man with a wicked smile placed one hand on his forehead as if gazing into the distance.

It was as if they had witnessed something very interesting.

But all that could be seen was an empty field.

He lowered his hand, and the white-haired man tapped his strangely shaped staff lightly with his fingers, as if he were thinking about something.

The wicked smile on his face remained unchanged.

Chapter 1158 Perfect Integration into the Rank

Under the incandescent light, the starfish monster was fixed to the experimental table and disemboweled.

Its already ferocious and terrifying appearance becomes even more eerie in this special environment.

It's easy to associate it with some kind of mad scientist.

These mad scientists are either very charismatic, making people unconsciously want to get closer to them.

For example, Rick.

Or he's acting crazy, making you feel like this guy is definitely not normal.

Yes, it's still Rick.

Although they are completely different ways of giving examples, they are not contradictory.

"It only resembles a normal starfish in appearance."

Fully armed, Dr. Jane put the scalpel aside.

She has always been very interested in such unknown creatures.

Of course, she didn't have any particular hobbies, such as dissection.

They're not some crazy people with abnormal minds.

Who would like these things?

This is just a means and a method.

Although it is somewhat bloody, it is indeed a relatively effective method.

Although Dr. Jane didn't like it, she didn't dislike it either.

It's work.

That way you can have a job you really love.

Even if you choose a job out of interest, you may still find it very boring in the end.

There's a saying that goes like this.

When my interest became my job, I lost that interest.

Passion is something that can't last forever.

The reason that sustains a person's work can never always be passion.

One year can be a passion, and two years can still be a passion.

But as time goes on, the flame of passion will slowly be worn away by all sorts of trivial matters.

Especially when the salary is not high.

Being able to maintain this state of not disliking work is already a pretty ideal work state.

Very few people can do that.

A few minutes later, Dr. Jane, having cleaned herself up, walked out of the laboratory wearing her familiar white lab coat.

It took a while because I needed to change clothes and disinfect.

However, this is within the realm of understanding.

As for the white coat...

I don't know when it started, but it seems like every scientific researcher likes to wear a white lab coat.

Characters like these in film and television works are always wearing white coats.

It's as if taking off this outfit would prevent him from showing his identity as a researcher.

I don't know what others are thinking.

But Dr. Jane is simply too lazy to spend time on her outfits.

It's not that I don't know how to dress.

It seems like this is a natural talent for girls.

Dr. Jane was just thinking that she still had to change into her uniform every time she came to the office.

It's not as easy as wearing a white coat.

Simple and comfortable.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Jane."

In the corridor, Qianhu, carrying documents in his arms, strode over.

After approaching Dr. Jane, he noticeably slowed his pace and then stood at a certain distance from her.

Recently, Qianhu has clearly noticed that the organization has become busier again.

Although, strictly speaking, the Chiba base has always been quite busy.

But relatively speaking, things were much easier a while ago.

Most of them are fairly routine tasks.

For example, recording dangerous containment objects, conducting potentially dangerous experiments, and incidentally sending some Class D personnel into the containment chamber for observation.

I sometimes study abnormal creatures like starfish monsters, which are relatively numerous and not very contagious.

These are all relatively routine tasks.

Yes, that's definitely everyday life.

However, recently, the task force and investigators have all become quite busy.

In Qianhu's impression.

Chiba seems to have always been in a rather dangerous state.

There has never been true peace.

Compared to nearby bases...

Well, Chito had never actually been to any other bases, let alone worked there.

I had only heard Luo Zhen casually complain before that the workload at the Chiba base was much greater than that of the nearby bases.

It can even rival that run-down place, Tokyo.

Tokyo is a place that everyone knows about.

The pressure is immense, and negative emotions accumulate.

Every day, people lose their jobs, commit suicide, or fall into hardship.

Calling it a breeding ground for evil spirits might be an exaggeration, but calling it a delivery room wouldn't be far off.

All sorts of strange and unusual things are popping up in Tokyo.

This put a lot of pressure on the Tokyo base.