Somewhere in the world, the headquarters of the Society of Truth.
In a room that is more than fifty meters long, wide and ten meters high, dozens of bronze lampposts are burning quietly as always, emitting dim light.
In the center of the room, behind a bone table as smooth as ivory, sat a man with a colorful ring. There were numerous documents placed on the surface of the bone table, and the man was browsing them one by one.
After browsing for a long time, with a "squeak" sound, a small door on the wall of the room opened, and a fat figure walked in quickly.
The man sitting behind the bone table noticed something, put down the documents he was browsing, and gently raised his head to look at the figure who walked in.
"Golov, what's wrong?" the man asked.
The fat man Golov who walked in stood still, bent down hard, and reported respectfully: "Sir, do you still remember when you asked me to resurrect Chekhov more than three months ago? The resurrection failed because There are people from the Kingdom of God who are trying to stop him. They are repairing Chikafu’s soul. You tell me that when Chikafu’s soul is repaired, let him contact you immediately.”
The man raised his eyebrows, guessing a certain possibility, and asked aloud: "So, Chekhov's soul has been repaired? Isn't it slow? At the beginning, it was said that it might take four months."
"Well, it's actually not repaired." Golov quickly explained.
"What's going on?" The man frowned.
"That's it, sir." Golov opened his mouth and said, "It does take almost four months to repair Chekhov's soul, but so far, most of it has been repaired and he has recovered some of it. Memory, and a certain communication ability. He takes the initiative to contact you and wants to communicate something with you."
"Is that so?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Okay, let's get in touch. I'm curious about what's going on with him."
"Yes." Golov responded, wiped his sweat, and started operating on the spot.
All he saw was that he turned his hand over and a crystal ball appeared in his hand. This crystal ball is surprisingly large, with a diameter of more than thirty centimeters. Strictly speaking, its shape is not a standard sphere, but a bit flat. There are deeply concave lines on the surface, like a pumpkin, and it is the kind that has been in the storage room for a long time.
Golov held the flat crystal ball in his hand, bent down hard, carefully placed it on the ground, and then pressed the top of the crystal ball with his palm.
With the injection of mana, the crystal ball suddenly lit up. Green light flashed on the surface, and a beam of light blue light rushed out from the inside, forming a three-dimensional human image about half a meter above the crystal ball.
The image was relatively blurry and didn't have many details, but from those capable eyes, one could barely identify that it was Chikafu—Chikafu who had been dead for a long time because of Richard.
After Chikafu appeared, he looked around and saw the man sitting behind the bone table directly in front of him. He quickly bent down and saluted: "Lord Gray Mist!"
"Yes." The man responded softly, not paying much attention, and asked calmly, "Chekaf, I heard Golov say that your soul has not been completely repaired, and only part of the memory has been recovered. Are you anxious to see me? What's the matter?"
"Yes, sir." Chikafu said, "I discovered a problem from the recovered memory, which is related to my death. It is not simple to determine what happened in the Southern Free Federation. There is some deception. .”
"You mean, let me deal with the branch of the Southern Free Federation right now?" the man asked, raising his eyebrows.
"No." Chikafu shook his head, "I dare not let you do this. After all, my current memory is not complete. Even if the memory is complete, there is no direct evidence. It is too much to directly deal with the branches of a region like this. It’s sloppy, I can’t bear the responsibility if something goes wrong, and it won’t have a good impact on adults.”
"Then what do you want to do?" the man asked.
Chikafu replied: "Sir, my idea is for you to pay more attention to the Southern Free Federation recently and stay vigilant to prevent any major accidents from happening. However, according to my guess, they will not be exposed in such a hurry.
After a while, I have recovered all my memories, and after a perfect resurrection, I will go to the Southern Free Federation again in person. When the time comes, I will have the confidence to figure everything out and give an explanation to the adults. "
"Is that so?" The man looked at Chikafu and asked seriously, "How long will it take for you to completely repair your soul and restore all your memories?"
"According to the current progress, it will be a month at most."
"Okay then." The man agreed.
"Thank you, sir." Chikafu bowed and saluted, his figure slowly disappeared, and the crystal ball placed on the ground dimmed.
Contact ended.
Golov, who had been waiting beside him, stepped towards the crystal ball and prepared to put it away.
The man tilted his head, looked at Golov, and suddenly asked: "Golov, what do you think of this matter?"
"Ah?" Golov was stunned, stopped, and looked at the man in confusion, "Sir, what do you think you are looking at?"
"Do you think Chikafu is telling the truth? Or is he hiding something?" the man asked.
Golov showed an unexpected expression, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, obviously he did not expect to be asked such a question.
"I... Sir, I think... what Chekhov said should be true... After all, he is your subordinate. He dare not and will not deceive you." Gorlov stammered, quite nervously, " Just like me, I am absolutely loyal to you, as loyal as I am to the true God, without any deception.”
"Maybe..." the man said noncommittally.
Golov panicked, his legs softened and he almost knelt on the ground, and said quickly: "Sir, I really didn't lie to you, I..."
"Okay, I'm talking about Chekhov." The man glanced at Golov.
"Uh, yes." Golov returned to normal.
"Okay, you go down first." The man looked at Golov's appearance and waved his hand in disgust.
"Yes." Golov hurriedly walked towards the door, but after taking a few steps, he was stopped by the man again.
"Wait!"
"What, sir?" Golov stopped and turned to look at the man.
"Take the Eye of Mog away with you." The man pointed towards the crystal ball left on the ground.
"Uh, yes." Golov then realized that he had forgotten. He walked to the crystal ball, put his hand away, and quickly left the room.
After Golov left, the man looked at the closed door, shook his head slightly, and commented softly: "It's really far worse than Chekhov, too far."
"I hope Chekhov really didn't hide anything. After all, excellent subordinates are indeed rare. If you can't lose them, don't lose them. It would be great if after a month, Chekhov can prove his loyalty and really dig out something. .hope… "