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As for Chkalov... Her eyes widened. You didn't even study this good thing for me first! Commander, I'm going to tie you up and have a good chat today.

Gu Yi stretched out his hand and flicked it. The golden chain instantly bound the parchment. "He seems to be very interested in you."

"Yes, we have already discussed this for a while." Lanser rubbed his brows and said something that made the wives behind him feel cold in their hearts, "But this old stuff is really not attractive enough to me. It just gives power and so on, not to mention the price. This is a pit."

"Smart man." Gu Yi nodded. He was very satisfied with Lancer's performance in resisting the temptation of the evil god. "It's a pity that your future ambition is not here. Otherwise, maybe it would be a good idea to inherit my legacy."

"..." Lanser frowned, and a fragment of memory flashed. A certain mage once took on the responsibility of the Supreme Mage for a short period of time, and then happily ran to various ghost places to fulfill the basic mission of the Nephalem. Yes, this guy killed a lot of various "gods" in the shadows in the later period. In the end, the Ancient One had to come out of the mountain himself and pull this guy back. "Forget about inheriting the mantle. Your responsibility is too heavy. I am weak and can't bear it."

"I understand, so I'm very sorry. You are a very good heir, what a pity." Gu Yi shook his head, "But as you said, nothing is free." Gu Yi walked to the shelves on the side and took down an ancient book, "Some methods of meditation and physical exercise, go and understand it yourself."

"Okay, thank you very much... Why is this book so heavy!" When Lanser took the book from Gu Yi, he thought it shouldn't be heavy because Gu Yi looked relaxed. But the heavy weight in his hand almost made Lanser drop it.

"Oh, it seems... it doesn't think highly of you. Never mind. The cover of this book is made of solid wood, and inside is a parchment scroll. It's a very valuable and unique copy. Keep it well. If you still feel it's too heavy after reading it, you might as well copy it and return it." Gu Yi looked at Lan Se, thought about it, and finally said nothing more. He gave Lan Se an ambiguous explanation, then stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the originally folded mirror world was instantly restored.

Putting the "Sisos Hand Scroll" back into the box, Ancient One said cheerfully, "Come and have tea with me when you have time. The New York Sanctuary will open its doors to you. Now, you must have a lot of things to do, so I won't keep you for lunch. Our lunch is rather simple, and you will surely have a lot of complaints.

"I feel as if what you said happened before." Lancer glanced at the Eye of Agamotto hanging on the chest of the Ancient One, and the time gem embedded in it was shining with a faint light. "Then I won't bother you, respected Master Ancient One, thank you for taking the time to receive a secular person like me." After saying all this, Lancer turned around and left.

"Master Ancient One, the Book of Vishanti is so precious..." The ruler of the New York Sanctuary looked at Ancient One in front of him with hesitation. He chose his words carefully, hoping not to offend the greatest wizard of all time.

"The Scroll of Sisos is also a very precious book, and its value is inestimable." Gu Yi played with the box in his hand, "And the Book of Vishanti... oh, what a pity." He sighed, "Don't worry, it will be back, and it will probably be back soon."

"Uh..." Ancient One's ambiguous words made the wizard hesitate, but since Ancient One said that the Book of Vishandi would be returned, then there should be no problem. "Everything is subject to your will, Supreme Mage."

"Yeah." Ancient nodded, turned around and walked into the portal, and subconsciously said, "If he is willing to become a wizard, it would be great."

1-128 The Book of Vishanti

"Can't put it into space?" After leaving the New York Sanctuary, Binjiang saw Lanser holding this

Book 7 seemed a bit heavy, so he reached out and took it from Lanser. Although the heavy book was not light, it was not as heavy as her Thousand Chance Umbrella for Binjiang, so he lifted it easily. Then, almost instinctively, Binjiang planned to put the book into the space, but failed not surprisingly.

"Let me see it." Chkalov, who had already gotten in the car, stretched out his hand to Binjiang. She was suddenly interested! Because just now, magic had shown her a series of magical things. Chkalov, who was not very interested in magic at first, became very interested in it because of the time and space content.

"Here!" Binjiang handed the book over.

"It must be several dozen kilograms, is it a shield?" Chkalov took it in his hand with a surprised expression on his face. The weight of this book is really interesting. Then Chkalov tried it, and it was good. He could not store it in his space. "Why is this happening? Is it the source of interference?"

"I know a little bit about the reason." Lanser took the book back from Chkalov, and injected some mental power into it. Then he frowned. The mental power seemed to be lost in the sea, with no feedback...

Good guy, you take all the benefits but don’t help at all, right?

"All things have spirits, and it seems like they have a bit of a temper." Lancer frowned and input more mental power into it. When it was about the time to use the 7th ring, there was finally some reaction. It was very similar to the situation with the Sisos scroll before. Lancer was directly pulled into the spiritual world.

"You have the aura of Sisos." The spiritual world is not easy to describe. In short, there is a group of very powerful auras, observing Lanser from a distance. From the image, it is indeed much more positive than Sisos who just met. However, Sisos's aura is not so far away and cold. He came up to Lanser and commented on him all of a sudden, just like you are picking pork in the vegetable market.

"Yes, I was just photographed in front of me by Gu Yida with the Sisos Hand Scroll. It was probably a test. It seems that I can only see you if I pass it." Lanser shrugged. "Is this explanation okay?"

"...It is indeed just the breath of Sisos. But Ancient One actually handed me over to you..." The spirit of the Book of Vishanti seemed a little confused, because Lancer seemed to have no foundation at all and was not qualified to contact him at all.

"It's probably a reward for handing over the scroll of Sisos to him. What I asked for is a way to cultivate my spiritual power or strengthen myself, and then the boss will, um... from his tone, he said he would lend you to me temporarily, but he didn't say how long." Lanser said very straightforwardly, without hiding anything. There is no need, and if you give the other party a little hope, the other party will be more diligent and responsible, "So where do we start."

"Train your mental strength?! Train your body? Me?" Obviously, this book spirit was a little confused. What was this like? An apprentice blacksmith was thrown a magic weapon by a big boss. "You practice." Damn! What can you practice? Are you going to ruin the magic weapon?

"You really want to curse, don't you? I feel the same way. I thought it was some basic exercises and meditation methods. When I've practiced enough, I'll switch to an advanced spell or something." Lanser looked at the man in front of him who should be Vishanti, with a brilliant look, and felt a little strange and a little funny. "Maybe you have all of them?"

"Huh... If it's the Scroll of Sisos, it's indeed worth it." The book spirit was silent for a while, as if to give itself a reason. After all, like itself, the Scroll of Sisos, as the ancient evil god, is also a top treasure in the magic world. So, for the sake of equal rewards, lending itself to Lancer in front of him seems... unreasonable!

"So...what should I say? The car outside should not have started yet. If you don't like it, I'll go back and knock on the door of the New York Sanctuary. It seems that a different start is okay." Lanser looked at the book spirit in front of him. A forced melon is not sweet, especially this kind of thing that has developed spiritual intelligence. If used well, he can get twice the result with half the effort. If used poorly, he may die without knowing how.

"No..." The Book of Vishanti looked at Lanser, "Although it's unexpected, you seem to have very strong potential... It's really interesting. You are a mortal who knows nothing, so why can I sense some danger? No, you are not completely ignorant. The way you transmit mental power to me is very advanced! It reaches me with almost no consumption. This doesn't seem like a skill that a beginner can learn!"

"Maybe it's because my situation is special?!" Lanser took a deep breath. He knows a lot of things, such as how to control the long sword to fly at high speed, but he doesn't know the most basic self-training; he can release split light waves, but he doesn't know how to generate secret energy. It's fucked up.

Lancer only remembered a fragment. When his girls tried to search for him, it obviously caused a brief resonance of countless isotopes in time and space, and he inexplicably knew a lot. But after that, including the super-time and space communication from Binjiang and Chkalov, there was no similar situation again, which made Lancer somewhat relieved.

Because the foundation of a person's three views is rooted in his own memory, perhaps these isosceles in different time and space have common memories for a period of time, but obviously their subsequent experiences are different.

But if too many other memories were added later, it would be hard for Lanser to say whether he would become unlike himself, just like a mage who was deeply influenced by the Nephalem and eventually

He became cold and arrogant, and fought with Stark several times because their dissatisfaction with each other was magnified.

Not continuing to absorb these memory fragments, although it did not allow Lancer to further acquire various strange skills and become a person with these different time and space abilities, it did allow Lancer to maintain more of his own self and not be further affected by them.

"..." The book spirit of the Book of Vishandi did not answer Lanser's statement for a while. Is he special? Perhaps, but for the Book of Vishandi, it has gone through a long time, and has seen many people with extraordinary talents. It understands that it is not those who are extraordinary talents who will become peerless strongmen, but those who make it to the end.

Ancient One would give himself to him and make a loan agreement. Maybe he really had his own considerations. He knew something about Ancient One, so... maybe this was the best choice in time and space. "Okay, let's start with the basics. You take 3 hours to meditate every day. I will adjust your meditation state to achieve the best efficiency."

"Um, can these three hours be divided? For example, one hour in the morning and two in the evening. Also, I often go out and may not have time then..." Then Lanser felt a pain and grimaced.

"Remember, we can separate, but you can't be separated! Otherwise, this will be your punishment. If you don't want to, it's not too late to send me back now. After all, I am only responsible for teaching you for a period of time." The book spirit of the Book of Vishandi looked at Lanser indifferently, "The choice is yours."

"Okay." Lancer shrugged. "I accept. I think I should be able to spare three hours." Lancer nodded in agreement. He thought that it would be just getting up early in the morning, meditating instead of taking a nap at noon, and then going to bed later at night.

"Then go back! Remember, you have to provide me with so much mental power every day, otherwise I will not be able to help you." The spirit of the Book of Vishandi said to Lanser.

"Huh..." The next moment, Lancer returned to the normal world from the spiritual world. When he looked up, he saw his wives looking at the Book of Vishanti with curiosity, and he looked at his watch. Less than half a minute had passed, so no one had noticed his abnormality. It was just like when the Sisos Scroll came into contact with him just now, but he refused more directly, so the communication time was shorter, and it only took a moment for him to return to the real world.

"Okay, starting today, I'll introduce you to my second teacher, the Book of Vishanti. I just agreed with it that I will meditate for three hours every day, and then it will help me adjust to the highest efficiency." Lanser said with a smile, "It just requires some mental energy as a price, which is great."

"Can I study it?" Chkalov's curiosity was almost showing on his face.

"Comrade Chkalov, do you still have time to study it?" Lanser said to Chkalov in a serious tone, while winking at his black silk scientific research madwoman.

Chkalov rolled his eyes at Lancer with dissatisfaction, but since Lancer had spoken, she could only suppress her curiosity for the time being, "Okay, I won't say much. But I'm going to do a startup experiment tomorrow, and if you come over to help, I can try it out for you on April Fool's Day to see if it fits~"

"Since you said that, I will definitely come." Lancer laughed. His wife was very capable. He obviously had to go for Chkalov's reason. Whether it was to communicate with Base 09 or the port area, Lancer had to be present.

The heroine next to her didn't feel anything, but Fei's mother next to her was already shaking her head with a wry smile. Speaking of being able to make something happen, it turned out to be... Well, the craziest one hasn't come yet.

"Then let's put it this way!" Obviously, the feeling of having Lancer around and not around is completely different, so Chkalov smiled and planned to tie Lancer up in his laboratory for the whole day tomorrow, enjoying the feeling of ordering him around. Of course, what Chkalov said about letting Lancer try it on on April Fool's Day was not a lie. After all, he had to do some debugging to see if the time and space travel had any impact on the armor, and adjust it to standby mode to ensure that Lancer could wear it to save his life at any time.

"Okay, I understand. But SOPII, have you set up my rest area? Is there internet?" Lanser turned around and looked at SOPII on the side. This girl should know what she would need if she stayed there.

"Done! Commander, you can connect to the notebook over there and play with us in the group. Of course, you can also play online games. I'll help you with the auto-aim!"

“That’s too straightforward.”

"Oh! Then turn on the perspective!"

1-129 Professional-grade efficiency

"Huh..." Lanser took a long breath, and his consciousness slowly withdrew from deep meditation. This was the first time Lanser tried deep meditation.

"I'm sure of one thing." The book spirit looked at Lanser with a speechless expression, "You are indeed a newbie who is experiencing magic training for the first time, but for a newbie who is meditating for the first time, your efficiency is a bit too high. It's really strange. When the general meditation training method comes to you, it's either a waste of you or a waste of the training method."

"Thank you! Your evaluation is very... pertinent." Lanser twitched his lips. Shu Ling was right. He did know some meditation techniques.

These techniques come from the honed training skills of the Nephalem mages, and naturally the effects are extremely good, and can greatly enhance the efficiency of meditation.

But there is a prerequisite, that is, you have to be able to meditate, and shallow meditation is not enough, you have to meditate deeply. As for Lanser, I'm sorry, these techniques from memory fragments are not systematic, so Lanser knows techniques to enhance the efficiency of meditation, but he doesn't know how to meditate...

During the first meditation last night, Lancer simply conducted it under the guidance of the book spirit, while this morning, Lancer tried to meditate independently, but it was only with the help of the book spirit that he entered into a deep meditation.

"Okay, then continue in the afternoon or evening. Your hard work will be rewarded." The book spirit waved its hand and sent Lanser out of the spiritual world.

Lancer had no intention of learning magic, he just wanted to exercise his mental strength. This made the book spirit's task much simpler. The book spirit was even very optimistic that after a period of time, it could just watch and guard from the sidelines. Lancer could complete meditation independently and return to Kamar-Taj in no time.

"It's really a strange feeling." After coming out, Lanser shook his head. He felt very strange. Not only did deep meditation give him a good mental state, but he also didn't feel any discomfort. After all, he kept the posture motionless for more than an hour. He didn't feel any back pain or stiffness, which was pretty good.

"Commander, data collection is complete. There were some... um, energy fluctuations during your meditation, very gentle energy. Wash up and come down to eat." Chkalov's voice came from the laptop next to him.

Last night, Chkalov found Fei Ma and M4. After reaching a consensus, she and SOPII converted the remaining room into Lancer's meditation room. They removed the original bed and covered it with blankets and a lot of monitoring equipment.

Since you don't agree with me studying that book with soul, then I can only study you.jpg

"Okay, Mr. Chkalov, I'll go wash up and come down later." Lanser said with a smile, then he jumped up and stretched his body, then frowned. Wearing the sleeveless vest selected by AR15 as a training suit, Lanser actually felt that his body was quite light. After stretching his limbs, Lanser smiled and said, "Is this the effect of the mind on the body?"

"Stop nagging and eat! We still have a lot of things to do! M4 said that the previous partner sent a message that he might be able to get a group of 'key' people. Then we can go directly to the US military warehouse to pick up the goods." Because M4 was busy, RO635 gave a briefing on his behalf. "To be honest, these guys are really greedy."

"Otherwise, why are we fighting?" Lanser simply responded. He simply performed a few military fighting moves taught by Brother Sixteen. Lanser, who was moving his body further, was completely unaware that the camera in the room was almost broadcasting Lanser's movements to his wife.

"I can't believe it, AR15, you're the best at choosing." Brother Sixteen put his arm around AR15's shoulders, "The vest you picked makes Lancer's figure look amazing."

"There are no larger sizes in that store." AR15 quietly defended herself. She would never let the commander wear clothes one size smaller. It would be so uncomfortable.

However, Brother Sixteen doesn't think so, "Don't look at it yet, I still believe you a little bit."

"Ugh..." AR15 cried out in grief after being killed.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Your choice is indeed very good. We always wear it for him to see, and now it's time for him to wear it for us to see, right, Auntie?" Chuntian smiled and handed a cup of coffee to Frederick the Great in front of him. Auntie raised her eyebrows, said nothing, and slowly closed her pocket notebook.

"There are... too many people today!" Lancer was a little dazed when she came downstairs. Today was Saturday, and Gwen, with a sullen face, and the other two girls were working for nothing in silence. However, seeing Chuntian's leisurely look, it was true that if there were more people, her pressure would be much less.

But apart from some guys from the shipyard across the street who came to buy breakfast, there were actually two people sitting by the window, enjoying their morning coffee. John Wick, who had a smile on his face that the girl who came to work for free couldn't take her eyes off, and Deadpool, who was wearing a red and black tights and crossed his legs, were leaning against the glass, looking very casual.

"Hey~ Dear Mr. Lancer, when you saw Deadpool this morning, did you feel that today... Hey! You can't do this!" Deadpool, who had made a lot of money in the past few days, waved happily at Lancer. Just as he was about to say something, Gwen, who passed by, refilled his coffee and put a $20 bill from Springfield on his desk. "You are really depriving others of their happiness. Uncle Deadpool is a rich man now!"

Although $1000 is a bit low for Deadpool, it is the starting price for every vampire. He and John Wick have a clear division of labor. Deadpool rushes forward and chops people while talking and swearing to attract attention, while John Wick behind him opens fire and sweeps the place. The two of them work together very efficiently, and tens of thousands of dollars have been deposited into the account in two days, and this is on the premise that they split the money between them.

"Although I've only been here for a few days, the coffee here is really great, and the breakfast is good too." John Wick raised his hand to Lancer.

He raised his coffee cup, then glanced at the "decoration" hanging on the wall behind Haruta, "and it gives me a sense of peace of mind."

"Okay." He picked up his coffee at the bar, took a sip, smacked his lips, walked to the table of Deadpool and John Wick, pulled out a stool and sat down, "How's business these past two days?"

"Not bad..." John Wick said very subtly. "In the past, I knew there were some things in New York, but I never thought there would be so many." Then he put his pair of pistols on the table, "I heard that you can provide gun modification services here. If so, I need something more customized."

"SOP." Lancer took a look at the pair of pistols. He didn't know if it was because he was more sensitive to these things after meditation, but he could actually sense a faint layer of energy on these guns. Perhaps it was because he had killed too many people, Lancer vaguely sensed a feeling of discomfort on them.

"Hey! Help him modify the gun?" SOPII wiped the milk stains around his mouth and walked over. "Is there anything that needs to be adjusted? This is the standard model of the Springfield Factory. I matched it for you last time?"

"Lengthen the magazine, increase the spring force, and make the trigger harder." John Wick said that the stopping power of the M1911 was impeccable, but the magazine capacity was uncomfortable, and the feel was somewhat inferior to the guns he had carefully tuned before.

"Okay, half an hour." SOPII nodded. This half an hour included the fifteen minutes she took to eat.

"And take it to the church and ask them to bless you again." Lanser suddenly interjected. Although he didn't know if it was right or not, after all, such superstitious things were not counted by Lanser himself. Perhaps there were professionals in the Vatican who could help him?

"Do you want to use it to pray again?" Jianjian finally couldn't hold it in any longer, but he quickly added, "This isn't a chat, so it doesn't count as breaking the contract. Why? This will affect the speed at which we make money."

"No, because what you have in your hands is a product we rushed to make. You've also heard that this thing normally needs to be sealed for more than 7 years and blessed. And now, what you have in your hands has only been sealed for 7 months at most, so the blessing may not have been completely solidified. Just think of it as a battery that has run out of power. Go back and recharge it."

"Really? Including my knife?" Deadpool pulled out his silver-plated straight blade from behind him.

Then Lancer's brows furrowed even more tightly. He took the straight knife from Deadpool and examined it carefully. "Damn it, you've chopped so many damn things. The plating on the blade has begun to collapse on a large scale. The blessing of this weapon is almost useless. It can't be solved by praying anymore." In Lancer's perception, the uncomfortable feeling of this knife was even stronger.

After all, the pistol shoots silver bullets, and it does not come into contact with the vampire. But Deadpool's knife is different. How can it not touch the opponent when it cuts people? The traces of curse can be sensed on this pair of straight blades, but the blessing itself has not dissipated, so people don't feel it is very direct. "Let the priests discard this weapon, it may need to be melted down, and then get a new pair of weapons. I think they should be happy to give it to you.

"Oh, yes, they really like us very much. These days, when we go to church, we are directly received by the archbishop." Deadpool said with a proud tone as if he was already a big shot.

"I got about $11," John Wick said with a smile. "Not bad."

"It's the third day including today! 11? Damn, have those vampires become your ATMs?" Lanser's eyes widened. What efficiency!

"So I discussed it with Deadpool, and this is your introduction fee." John Wicker pushed over twenty thousand dollars.

"That's great! I'll treat you to breakfast, eat as much as you want!" Lanser placed 2 US dollars in front of Springfield and motioned for her to put it away.

"I want some My Little Pony cake!"

"Sorry, out of stock!"

1-130 Space-Time Communication

"Lance, you're here? Just in time, take this thing!" Chkalov originally had a bad look in his eyes when he saw someone pushing the door in, but the moment he saw that it was Lancer who came in, his eyes immediately became watery.

After breakfast, Lancer didn't delay. He had agreed to go to Chkalov's place to hang out today, so he just went there. The rest of his wives had basically arranged tasks for them.

Binjiang went to a wine shop. She got tens of thousands of dollars from Lanser, and then she planned to buy some different wines. When she came back in the evening, she would invite other girls to a wine tasting party. The interested Sixteenth Brother drove along. But Lanser always felt that Sixteenth Brother was trying to stabilize the female warrior before some black shop owner got himself killed, so that the female warrior would not take out the Thousand Machine Umbrella to play baseball.

After breakfast, AR15 started to look for the account books again. As the girl who knew Lancer's financial situation best, it was time for her to confront the IRS. She had to get back as much tax as possible from Lancer, so she started to get busy again.

M4 is contacting Lancer's original "supply channels" and "customers", listing possible recent business collaborations, paying attention to whether anything has happened in Stark Industries, and updating possible combat plans based on Stark Industries' current status.

RO635

While catching up on the latest knight drama and listening to the slogans coming from her room, Lancer had some ideas. He wondered if going up to her now would be considered as being a villain in front of her.

After SOPII adjusted the gun to John Wick's requirements, John Wick was very satisfied and gave a gold coin to SOPII who stretched out his hand to ask for money. SOPII was not picky and said goodbye to his client after receiving the gold coin.

Then SOPII gave the gold coins to Fei Ma, who was about to go out, exchanged some cash from Fei Ma, and ran to the hardware store to order some equipment for herself. It is said that this time of helping Chkalov gave her a lot of inspiration.

Lanser felt that this inspiration might be a good thing for him. He always felt that SOPII was similar to him these days and had been looking at April Fools' Day. Obviously, she also had some ideas. Lanser was somewhat looking forward to this. At least he might not be able to use April Fools' Day, but if it was something modified by SOPII, he might not be without a chance.

Fei's mother took her small bag, changed into a coat and went out. She wanted to buy a group of houses in the surrounding area. According to AR15's investigation, the ownership of some houses had been auctioned by the IRS for various reasons and failed to sell. After all, in such a poor area with some houses occupied by homeless people, who would dare to buy them? So as long as she could negotiate with the last few residents, Fei's mother could easily buy them and then start the renovation.

As for the gangs that were posing as homeless people, they were not a problem for Lanser and his gang. Of course, they dared to take these defective houses in the eyes of others! Even when the Springfield Cafe was acquired, they had a good talk with the local gangs! It's just that no one has seen the gang members since then.

For this reason, the FBI came into contact with Lancer for the first time, and they soon became good friends. In short, Lancer has never been harassed since then, except for the young man Alex Murphy. Of course, the person was from the NYPD, not the FBI.

"Okay, this is it?" Lancer picked up a box that Chkalov pointed to. The thing wasn't too heavy. "Where should I put it?"

"Put it on the platform over there, and then put your hands on the two handles on the side." Chkalov said softly, and gently lay on Lancer's back, "Come, let the teacher guide you."

"I think you want to do something else." Lancer felt the heavy pressure of the soft elastic on his back, tilted his head and rubbed his "teacher". He publicly claimed that he was very brave, but judging from the teacher's reaction... Chkalov, who raised his leg and inserted it between Lancer's legs, seemed to be very interested in trying whether Lancer was really brave. Although there was a layer of cloth between them, Lancer still felt the touch of the stockings, which made Lancer reminisce about last night.

"Oh~ Be good~ Stand still~" Chkalov said in Lancer's ear, while reaching out to operate the instruments on both sides of Lancer. Then Lancer found that a panel had risen in front of him, and on this panel, a series of data were soaring, and it seemed that two of the curves had indeed undergone significant changes.