Overturned Tower

Until Russell returned to the dormitory, he was still thinking about the angel.

...Of course, that child is really cute.

Like a smart and polite junior high school student, he gives people a gentle and rational feeling.

However, Russell could not be sure whether this temperament came from herself or the passive effect of the power of Holy Order. So he is still very rational about it.

But for some reason, Russell always felt a slight sense of disobedience.

"--Yo."

Bad Day's familiar greeting sounded again, and Russell was lightly tapped on the shoulder.

But this time Russell was not frightened at all.

On the one hand, he was gradually adapting to the sounds of the bad day, and on the other hand... after Russell's red shift was raised to level three, his range of perception had improved slightly.

This time, Russell was aware of Bad Day's existence the moment before Bad Day tapped him on the shoulder.

Because he had expected it, Russell didn't even raise his tail subconsciously this time - he just shook his tail and patted Bad Sun moderately to express some dissatisfaction.

"Don't always stand behind me quietly."

Russell crossed his arms and turned around and said unceremoniously: "What if I have PTSD and get so scared that I raise my hand and stab you?"

"I'm not stupid, bro. If you had PTSD and could cut me with a knife at the same time, I wouldn't be so close to you."

Bad Day said with a smile.

Russell curled his lips and breathed: "It's so childish. When I was seven or eight years old, I wouldn't have played this kind of game of hiding behind others to scare others."

——Of course, this is a lie.

Russell played this childish game until he was thirteen or fourteen years old, when the wild nature from his spiritual relatives was gradually suppressed by his rationality.

According to the pediatrician, it was because Russell had received too many gifts from psychic disease. Therefore, although he is slightly spiritually related, the influence from his spiritual relatives will last longer.

Russell suddenly thought of something: "Speaking of which, I met...the resurrected angel today."

"So early?"

Bad Day was a little surprised: "Last night, the angels just arrived at Happy Island."

"Well, a young angel who doesn't look much older than the deer-headed figure."

"That's pretty rare."

Bad Day commented: "If a minor can become an angel, maybe he can be upgraded in the future - that is, he can change to a higher-level halo."

"...Isn't the halo used by angels fixed?"

"Of course, the 'divine descending device' will not fix the personality."

Bad Day shrugged and opened the refrigerator at Russell's house to look for something to eat: "Generally speaking, the largest proportion of angels are young people in their twenties and thirties who are the most energetic, full of hope and kindness. Ten years older If you are in your twenties, you will become numb. The second is the old people who are enlightened before they die, that is, the kind of wise elders who are called 'great sages' by the ancients.

"As a teenager, although they are quite flawless and may indeed have a good nature, there are always some other problems... that is, they have experienced too little, and their personality still has a lot of room for change. In other words, that is The worldview is not yet fully formed.

"As these young angels grow up, their personalities will definitely change. Maybe the originally gentle ones will become strict, and the originally severe ones will become tolerant. This is all possible. By then, the original halo will be gone. If it doesn’t work anymore... then you have to change the halo. If you don’t have a suitable halo, you might have to retire.”

"...retirement?"

"Yes, angels are allowed to retire...well, how long ago did this thing come from?"

Bad Day found a bottle of iced Coke and a box of refrigerated half-cooked cheese, and happily took them out.

"You can eat yesterday's."

Russell took a look and kindly reminded him: "This is cocoa flavored, can you eat it?"

Although Russell is not allergic to cocoa, a significant number of small animal spirit relatives cannot eat these foods.

It's probably equivalent to Russell's "seafood allergy" in his previous life.

Of course, specific situations are different...

For example, Russell's uncle, the fat orange director.

Russell only learned half a month ago that he is one of the more taboo people - but he still loves to drink hot cocoa.

To him, hot cocoa is like liquor.

"No problem, my psychic disease doesn't have such side effects."

Bad Day said nonchalantly and snatched away the snacks that Russell had reserved for afternoon tea.

He unscrewed the Coke and continued to explain: "Yes, retirement... During the war of teachings, not all angels were actually frozen.

"Some angels had self-doubt after the war. Forty-five auras could not recognize them, so they could no longer serve as angels... so they retired."

"...What about after retirement?"

"Just retired. Either work as a clerk in the church, or quit the church and live a normal life. I received a normal level of retirement pay. The income is not much, about the same as that of a skilled worker who has been employed for about five years... It’s definitely not enough to raise children and buy a house, but even if you never work again, it’s still enough to barely support yourself and two dogs.

"They were quite young at the time, and it's not like they couldn't engage in other jobs. Moreover, they already had their own skills. After all, the Cyber ​​Church doesn't accept just anyone... If their education is not high enough or their intelligence is not high enough, The church definitely doesn’t want it.

"This is true even in wartime - the angels had special high-tech combat equipment at that time, and they didn't know how to use it even if they were not intelligent enough. Even from today's perspective, it is very advanced. After all, after more than a hundred years of weapon research, It has completely stagnated or even regressed. It is the same now. If you want to enter the church and become a priest, you have to take an exam, and ordinary college students may not be able to get in... Of course, you can definitely pass the exam."

"...That's it."

Russell smiled sheepishly: "I thought..."

Bad Day looked at Russell with some humor: "What do you think? Do you think they were silenced?

"If they are the last angels, it is not impossible. But there are still a group of angels who are still frozen. The angel legion is the most important reserve force of the church, and not all of them have been killed.

"But, since we are talking about angels..."

The white-haired Samoyed showed Russell a signature smile.

The moment he saw this smile, Russell knew that something bad was up to him.

He asked angrily: "What are you doing again?"

"I have something to tell you."

Even when he was talking about business, Bad Ri's expression was not very serious: "Do you still remember the mission the leader gave you?"

"...You mean that lost history?"

"That's the final mission. I mean contact the mage organization."

"I remember, but didn't you say not to act rashly first?"

Russell also took out another bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and asked with interest: "What, has the time come?"

After the Xiao Liuli incident, he asked Bad Day - when should he sneak into the "Primary Wasteland"?

Bad Day’s answer is, not yet.

There are too many crazy mages, and not all mages are recruiting new people. In other words, not all mages still have the rationality to recruit new people... It would be bad if they meet other lunatics.

Not only is it dangerous, it's pointless.

"The Deer Head Statue has been observing the 'Primary Wasteland', and it started to react last night.

"This means that there is a mage who returns to the vicinity of the 'Primary Wasteland' along the road he left. And no spells can be learned here... You know what this means, right?"

"Someone is looking for the newly born mage."

Russell affirmed.

Bad Day snapped his fingers: "That's exactly it."

"That's no problem, I'll go in tonight."

"Then take a look at the precautions. This is what the deer head statue has arranged for you."

Bad Ri said, handing over a data chip.

Russell took the chip, thought for a moment, and patted Bad Day on the shoulder: "By the way...are you accepting the order?"

"Who do you want to kill? Your boss?"

Bad Ri didn’t even ask, and directly guessed what Russell wanted to do: “As for ‘taking orders’, forget it, you can’t afford my price.

"If your actions go well tonight, I will give you a free bill directly...it will be regarded as sponsoring the newcomers."

"Let's get involved. I want to kill an elf director, do you dare?"

Russell asked seriously: "Let's go together, I have to give him the last blow."

If you say this to Delphinium and the bad guys...even if they don't regard Russell as a weirdo, they will definitely be shocked by it.

The dominance of the company and the supremacy of the elves are taken for granted by people.

But when Bad Ri heard this, there was no fear in his eyes.

Instead, he smiled with interest.

"It's not that I dare to..."

He put his legs directly on Russell's desk, and his body sitting on the chair tilted back at an angle that would make him fall at any time.

Bad Day raises the Coke bottle in his hand as gracefully as he raises a red wine glass for a toast.

"It's a question of whether you dare or not."

He smiled and said: "It's a bit interesting...please elaborate?"

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