The short and fat man walked in and stopped, bending down hard. His protruding chest and even more protruding belly collided hard, making a "squeaking" sound.
The short and fat man looked at the man sitting on the bone chair and said respectfully: "Lord Gray Mist, I'm back."
The man known as Lord Gray Mist did not move and continued to be lost in thought.
The short and fat man's three connected chins trembled a few times. After thinking for a while, he raised his voice and called again: "Manager! I'm back."
The man came back to his senses, turned his head slightly, glanced at the fat man, and asked aloud: "Is everything done?"
"I have checked the north and east sides and found some minor problems, so I rushed back to report to you." Fatty said.
"North and east?" The man frowned, "So, half of the areas are still unfinished? Golov, your efficiency is a bit low."
"Sir, please forgive me." The fat man bent down deeply, showing a frightened expression. The fat on his face kept trembling, as if he was trying to shake off oil.
"Sir, I really tried my best, but I went to too many places. I dare not neglect it, and the speed is naturally very slow. Besides, I am alone..." The fat man explained quickly.
"Alone?" When the man heard this, he interrupted the fat man and asked a little strangely, "Didn't Chikafu cooperate with your inspection? Why are you alone?"
"Um..." The fat man hesitated, quietly looked up at the man, and asked tentatively, "Sir, have you forgotten that Chekhov died a few months ago?"
"Huh?" The man was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed at first, then slowly opened, he nodded slightly and said with some relief, "Yes, I remembered that Chekhov did indeed die while inspecting the Southern Free Federation. When something happened at the branch office, the branch office there submitted a very detailed report explaining the situation.”
"Yes, sir." Fatty agreed.
"In this case, it is indeed a bit difficult for you to work alone. After all, I have sent the rest of the people to other places." The man thought for a while and said, "Let's prepare some resources and put them together." Chekhov is resurrected, which can also lighten your burden a little."
"Sir, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to do this." The fat man said with a look of embarrassment.
"What?" the man asked.
"It's like this, sir." The fat man explained, "Chekhov's sacrifice is different from normal sacrifices. His soul seems to have been broken. In this case, even if you try to recall his soul at a high cost, there will be a lot of trouble. There is a high chance of failure and it will be impossible to resurrect him perfectly."
"What else is there?" The man raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, "Then just activate the backup memory and resurrect him."
"Is this really necessary?" the fat man asked in surprise, "Sir, if you do this, there will be no hope of recalling Chikafu's soul. Without his soul, you will not be able to obtain all his memories of his life. .
Secondly, the important thing is that the resurrected Chekhov is just a copy. Maybe he will give birth to a new soul, but it will be extremely weak, his personality will change, he will be prone to problems, and he will not be able to grow any further than before.
I remember that the adults were very optimistic about Chekhov and wanted to train him to become a golden ring supervisor to serve the organization. If this is the case, he has no hope of becoming a gold ring. He can only have a blue ring like me, and it is still a relatively inferior one. "
"Do you think I don't know this, Golov?" the man said, "I know it all. However, you also said that his soul is broken and the chance of recall is extremely low. The result of forcibly pursuing a perfect resurrection is very likely. Even if it consumes a lot of resources, it will not succeed. So, what else can be done?”
"Perhaps, sir, you can choose to use the divine favor to seek help from the Kingdom of Heaven." The fat man suggested softly.
"Family of the gods? Ha." The man chuckled, then shook his head, "Do you mean to let the true god take action? Yes, the true god is omnipotent and can do everything. But the true god is also busy and will not do anything casually. I have to do one thing myself. It is possible to exchange a large number of divine favors for Chikafu’s perfect resurrection, but it is not worth it. So, let’s use the backup memory to resurrect him.”
"Yes." The fat man named Golov said no more, nodded and turned around to leave, ready to operate.
After taking a few steps, the man suddenly asked again: "By the way, Golov, you just said that Chekhov's soul was broken. What happened? Find out why it was broken. The Southern Free Federation handed it over. This was not mentioned in the report."
"This..." Golov stopped, turned back to look at the man, shook his head and said, "Sir, we haven't investigated clearly yet, but based on the information we have now, we can confirm that Chikafu's condition is related to our sacrifice in the East Coast Incident. members, somewhat similar.
In the previous East Coast Incident, many of our members who sacrificed their lives had such a broken soul that they could not be resurrected perfectly. The rest of the group is okay, but as a very capable member, Manager Muse is really a pity. "
"East Coast incident?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly became silent. The flames on the surrounding bronze lampposts were all suppressed.
A few seconds later, the man raised his lips thoughtfully and said slowly: "If I remember correctly, when the East Coast incident happened, I wasn't on duty, but that guy Foehn Feng was on duty."
"Yes, sir, I was the Foehn Chief, responsible for managing everything in the organization," Golov said.
"That guy..." The man revealed his recalling eyes and said slowly, "I have to say, he is a bit arrogant. Even though I have been with him for so long, I am still a little uncomfortable with him. If I remember correctly, because of the impact of the East Coast Incident , his duty time was shortened, and I took over in advance. On the surface, he didn't have any dissatisfaction, but secretly he didn't know. This time, Chikafu's situation turned out to be similar to that of the East Coast, which is really interesting. …”
Golov's amber eyes widened, and there seemed to be sweat dripping from the fat on his face. He asked in a panic: "Sir, you don't doubt that Foehn Feng is in charge of him..."
"I didn't." The man shook his head and answered with certainty, "This definitely can't be the revenge of Foe Feng. He won't do it, and he doesn't dare to do it. After all, everything is watched by the true God. No matter how dissatisfied he is, he will never do something that infringes on the interests of the organization and goes against the will of the true God, unless he thinks he has too many divine favors."
"Huh—" Golov breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the man eagerly and asked, "What do you mean, sir?"
"I mean, I think this matter is indeed a bit strange." The man said, "I'm afraid that Chikafu's death is not as simple as the report submitted by the Southern Free Federation. The director there, Rommel, has a relationship with Foehn Feng Always good, maybe a little secret.”