Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"Okay, okay, you three, eat slowly."

Clapping his hands, the Nine-Colored Deer stood up and smiled as he looked at the two heads of Ceobe that were eating happily and the one in the middle that was still digesting the food.

Turning around, she walked gently to the side. On the empty dining table next to her was a pile of neatly stacked books.

These are all traditional medical books from various regions, and were given to Jiuselu as a gift by the logistics staff of the cafeteria.

After all, the people in Rhodes Island who were most grateful for the arrival of such a great god were not Kal'tsit and her colleagues in the medical department, but the brothers in the cafeteria.

No, Ceobah eats too much. In the past few days, four pots have broken and three cooks have suffered from periarthritis of the shoulder.

If Ceob hadn't been so picky about cuisine and would eat anything, there would probably have been even greater casualties.

The arrival of the Nine-Colored Deer immediately liberated everyone.

Sitting aside, Jiuselu took an untranslated medical book from the table beside her. She couldn't understand a single word of the Victorian text on it, but she still opened it.

Closing her eyes, she gently felt the words on the paper. Each character seemed to have a life of its own, jumping freely, leaping into her mind, and then converging into the knowledge she understood and being absorbed by her.

This is how she always reads.

With his eyes closed, he allowed the faint halo and the shadow of a white deer to emerge behind his head.

But Ceobe had no chance.

Because her two heads are about to rebel.

"Wow, it's so inconvenient to use only one hand!"

Stuffing a spoonful of jade fried rice into his mouth, Ke Zuo spoke vaguely.

"That's right, it's really inconvenient!"

Keyou picked up a large piece of enoki mushrooms with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, agreeing.

"It would be nice if I could grow two more arms."

The two heads said in unison.

"Zi!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound.

The other two heads on Ceobe's body began to pull away!

However, they seemed to be unaware and continued to quickly devour the dishes on the table.

It looks like extremely elastic clay is being shaped, except that these two pieces of clay are flesh-colored.

"Boom!"

Finally, there was a sound like a bubble bursting.

After this sound, suddenly two more Keobas appeared on the ground!

One sits to the left of the original Ceobe, holding a spoon in his left hand.

One sits to the right of the original Keobe, holding chopsticks in his right hand.

The two Ceobs didn't even finish stuffing the food into their mouths.

It's like not knowing what happened.

And just when they changed from one to three, the Nine-Colored Deer suddenly stopped meditating, opened his eyes and took a look, then closed his eyes again with a smile and continued meditating.

The whole room continued in such a strange posture, with a clothed and two naked dogs sitting on a stool nearby, showing off their fans crazily, and the Nine-Colored Deer sitting next to them.

The only sounds in the room were the dogs' chewing and exclamations.

“Woo woo woo, delicious!”

"Really delicious!"

This situation continued until the last piece of the last dish.

Press the spoon and chopsticks on the top of the last mushroom at the same time.

The two little ones looked at each other from left to right.

Then a scream.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The screams were deafening.

It woke up Cheobe No. 1 who was dozing with his eyes closed.

Ceobe No. 1 rubbed his eyes, and then saw two faces that looked like his own...

And the body.

"Hey, am I dreaming?"

Xiao Ke wiped his saliva, patted his face, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed that the two people looking at his naked butt were real.

Suddenly, another scream rang out.

"Ahhhh!"

"What happened!"

Suddenly, Warwick burst in carrying two large boxes.

Then, three shadows knocked him to the ground.

With a plop, the werewolf was stunned when he saw the two naked children and the dressed Keobe in his arms.

"No, you are..."

Warwick looked shocked.

"Mitosis?"

Chapter 27 The Importance of Zaun

"Doctor Hemer, I have to say that Ifrit's physical condition has recovered very well recently, and her mental state is really becoming more and more like that of a normal child."

In the duty room of the medical department of Rhodes Island, Susulo looked through Ifrit's test report and said with some surprise.

Suddenly, Susu Luo seemed to remember something and vomited several times.

"Bah, bah, bah, what nonsense am I talking about, she is just a normal child."

Hemer smiled gently.

"It's ok."

She took the test report from Susulo and looked through the details about Ifrit's physical condition. The joy in her heart was almost overflowing.

Just because he was physically normal, Hemer wasn't so happy.

The reason why she was so happy was that Ifrit gradually began to step out of the shadows and get in touch with other people.

Because of the experiment, Ifrit always hated to interact with others. Last time when he distributed eggs in Longmen, Hemer was afraid that Charmander would get angry. Fortunately, everyone in the Longmen slums was simple and honest. As long as there was something for free, everyone would only praise it and not scold it.

But daily communication with this child is really a problem. She even has a lot of quarrels with the doctors who come to take care of her, and she often threatens to set fire to them.

But in the past few days, Ifrit has changed very quickly.

Even when the cake prepared for her was stolen a few days ago in the morning, she simply chased after it and came back humming a song after a while.

Although he didn't know what happy things had happened to her, Hemer was very happy to see Ifrit's mood improved.

And Ifrit is also very happy now.

She was in the training room fiddling with her new equipment.

That was the blowtorch that Nian and Wolf Man had prepared after working overtime all night.

The small blowtorch in her hand can release a huge and fierce fire wave like a fire dragon.

Moreover, when using this little guy, she doesn't need to carry such a heavy big guy, nor does she have to go to the trouble of asking the fat balloon man in her head for energy.

It was a small one that she could control easily and it lasted long enough.

The equipment department of Rhine Life is full of rotten fish and shrimp, they can't even make a jet! It's heavy, heavy and rubbish!

Dad is still the best.

I wish my dad could spend more time with me.

Putting away the blowtorch, Ifrit stretched and looked at the clock at the door. It was half past eight.

Now it's bedtime for the good kids!

Ifrit is a good kid.

Ifrit quickly took off his protective gear and was about to throw it on the ground as usual.

As if suddenly remembering something, Ifrit shook his head, then carefully took off his protective suit and hung it back in its original place.

She has to be a good child now.

After cleaning up, washing her face, brushing her teeth, and looking at the pills on the table, Ifrit picked up one and swallowed it with water.

Holding the small blowtorch given by the werewolf, she crawled under the quilt.

"I wonder what the sea in Xiosta looks like!"

Ifrit looked at the ceiling which was pitch black after turning off the lights.

All her thoughts were now focused on the place her father had promised to take her to.

She has watched the Obsidian Festival advertisement many times recently and has become obsessed with the desirable sunshine, beach, and blue sea in it.

"Boy, do you really think you..."

In my mind, the voice of that balloon ghost and the dead winter melon appeared again.

But Ifrit wasn't worried.

because…

"roll!"

The roar sounded like thunder shaking the earth and like the collapse of hills and mountains.

Suddenly, Charmander felt his mind become clear.

"Hmph! I'll see if you keep talking nonsense."

Turning around, Ifrit held the blowtorch in his arms with satisfaction.

Ever since I took over this blowtorch, whenever that shorty balloon ghost in my head shows up again, he will be chased away.

Therefore, she was never disturbed and had a good sleep every day.

If you can get a good night's sleep, you will naturally feel more energetic the next day. Your overall state of mind will also be better, and you will be a little more patient towards others.

"I'm really curious..."

Closing her eyes, Ifrit murmured.

"What does Xiosta look like?"

"Xiusta is different from our Dosores."

On Dos Soares's lake yacht, two chairs faced each other in the conversation room.

Behind the desk on the right, Candela put down the cup in her hand.

“They have their own unique industry, obsidian, and music festivals.”

"And Dosores has nothing, so I have to make sure he has it."

"Oh, so that's why you started the Ironman Grand Prix?"

The man opposite Candela was immersed in darkness.

"Of course, it's not limited to this. Dosorez has no special features, so if it wants to attract more foreign investment, it needs more publicity."

Candela sighed and said,

"Unfortunately, I didn't end up in a place as good as Zaun."

"I don't know who founded Zaun, but this city has become a favorite of many large companies without having to do anything."