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1562. Chapter 1562 Teacher, a woman who opens a shell
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Chapter 1562 Teacher, a woman who opens a shell.
On the rest of the day, students in Twos and threes wandered around, especially on large grasslands, a good place for them to be close to nature.
At this point, a black crust was slowly entering the park’s driveway and drew the attention of a number of students… it seems that a number of students know this black shell.
To say, the man who drove this car was not there, but in this garden there seems to be only two people – one of whom, naturally, is the owner of the black shell.
As for the other, a newly converted goddess Academy girl —— but the newborn woman seems to have only one impression, what she looks like, always memories.
Maybe that’s the way people face, so I can’t remember. … The good ones quickly explained that this new girl who went to school seems to be missing for a week.
It is also impressive for the owner of this black shell – Lamias, the genius Scholar of the physics system, one of the directors of the physics department, but often outside academic exchanges, leaving little time for teaching in schools.
But there’s a little, but where this Lamias Teacher taught, the faculty of physics is always like that.
“heavens! Lamias Teacher’s back!”
“Oh! I waited for half a semester and another cold vacation, and I finally got a chance to offend Goddess?”
“No, no, no! Lamias Teacher is too sexy. I have to go back and run!”
“Are you going back? I’m done!”
In short, black shells continue to move slowly and eventually come to parking lot in the physics faculty teaching building.
black hair, black skirt, black skirt, black heels, but skin is unusual, but it does not seem to be a soft type, the perfect form among women.
After parking lot, some students have arrived and Teacher, named Lamias, took the mirror off at this time, moved towards students showed a smile, nodded… nodded, walked directly into the classroom and went back to their office.
Lamias, although only Teacher, has its own private office, which, unlike Teacher, a salt salmon in a goddess’s Academy, can only sit in the interior, with several Teachers.
She just pushed the door and found out that someone in the office was waiting, a dressed in suit, a 40-year-old man – who, if there were students here, would probably be able to recognize the middle-aged man as the director of the Academy.
The
Director of Training saw Lamias come in, slightly frowned, saying, “You will not be appropriate at this time, and Knight of the two Knight mechanisms stationed here, most recently the past few days, has been more active.”
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Lamias looks like he didn’t hear you, walked straight to the tea table, and went back to the way: “Coffee? Or red tea? Green tea can also be imported by China, which smells good.”
The director’s eyebrows are deeper, but there is little to do — in the Academy he is a director, who in theory is higher than Lamias Teacher, but elsewhere is different.
“Then open the water, health.” Lamias threw a bottle of mineral water.
The Director of Training has been wrinking again, knowing that Lamias was sitting down, and he slowly said: “The Church’s people are here, and according to the information, it is likely that this time is the Wasco band, and we presume that their purpose is to come for Stella. In addition, a Twelve Knight Knight, clown Dagonette, was sent at Knight Mechanism headquarters in the fog. So you shouldn’t have picked this time back, which is likely to expose you.”
Lamias, with no sympathy, calculates the current director of trainers to indifferently look at each other’s nerves and says: “Stella is the chief of God’s prison, who has resigned for so long, and the Church has always wanted to be able to bring him back to Headquarters, and for years there have been a number of lobbyists from the Church who have come here every year, and this mission to Vasco has probably reached a limit of patience. As for Knight Mechanism, I’m afraid it was also shocked by the fact that the team was in Vasco… However, Knight Mechanism probably does not know that a small town in their national territory is hiding a prison warden of the former god. In general, neither of these guys is coming after us.”
The
Director also said, “There is one more thing about the former Prime Minister. You know about the death of him, but he left a lot of things behind after he died, and we think that the UK Knight Mechanism is likely to find some connection between the former Prime Minister and us… especially [Dragon rider armor].”
Lamias said indifferently: “[Dragon armor] is just a simple model, and Knight mechanism can be broken, at best only a few more toys have been exposed, and then we have more important things to do. This is directly related to the future of the monastery, and no matter what happens to the Church and Knight mechanism, the future will not be the opponent of the repair.”
Lamias has always been very confident, and the director of this training is aware, but at this point she seems to have some self-confidence, which does not oblige the Director of Training in the heart to have some kind of speculation, “Is that what is going to be done?”
“Quickly, as long as you get holy relic.” Lamias’s hands put down, and the peaks of the Great Coast are on the laptop of the table, showing a vivid smile.
The instructor’s throat can’t hold a grudge… But the shock and fancy in the heart are even more hidden than the temptation at hand.
As black cultivation base cadres, they have done a lot over the years, and after centuries of development, the reinstatement of the meteorology will have to go even more.
For a hundred years, starting with the body of Impaler, the plan was officially launched and subsequently successfully captured the holy relic of Pechersk Lavra Monastery.
“Now, you shouldn’t have come back at this time!” The director of training said the right thing.
Lamias said, “We need people with pure holy power, and in so many hunts there are no more suitable people than a former Marshal. Not because Stella is hiding here, nor will these annual festivals send you here.”
“Stella’s strength is uncertain.” The director of training shakes his head: “Only you, if not enough.”
After all, the former Marshal was faced with a strong [non-human] prison director, who was well aware that Lamias was a common human being in all its aspects – the most trained and powerful human being – far away from [non-humans].
“One is enough.” Lamias slightly smiled, “crucify Jesus and human beings.”
Hiddenly, the director seems to have figured out what, no surprise, no excuses: “Is that what it’s done?”
Lamias didn’t talk, just like in the back, deliberately putting a pendant in front of his chest, or even talking about another thing, “Is there any good seed lately? In some time, the regiment will be completely closed, and it is the opportunity to absorb fresh blood for the last time in a short time.”
The
Director of Training is aware of his own competence and, I’m afraid, can only reach this stage… He is thinking that Lamias, in addition to being a member of the Action Team, has the duty to review the admission of new members by saying, “Nothing until attention is given to the fact that a successor of a large consortium reads, perhaps to absorb them as external members and to finance the amendment.”
“All right, you look at it.” Lamias Point nodded, “and I’ll go to class for a few days… and you, all right?”
In the end, the Director only left Lamias’s office with suspicion of stomach.
Lamias, following the departure of the Director of Training, pulled out the curtains of the office and looked out at the town outside, blinded by a strange color, “What’s the special place here?”
Shake your head, Lamias stretched lazy, pulled a silver pistol out of his skirt… dismantled and started to wipe it up slowly after the demolition, but it didn’t seem to be satisfactory.
In fact, she had a loving pistol, just lost somehow in Romania.
In a few seconds, Lamias reconfigured Silver’s pistol and then turned around the chair, looking outside the window, shooting at the sky and doing a shooting operation.
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HALLELU-YAH
Father Stella is playing the piano.
The songs come from the mouth of the young singing class child, and people keep quiet and listen to the voice of the praise Lord. Children are really cute as Angel, and the biggest of them are not less than 10 years old, the smallest, even four years old, are children in town.
After the poetry party, it was a prayer party, and it was still led by Father Stella, who would lecture people.
The
Church of the town has always had only Father Stella, who, on his own, has arranged all the things of the Church, heard of the annual Easter, and Father Stella has made gifts himself.
People who are respected, almost everyone likes this old man for some years, and then a little bit of a good priest in the head.
After the lecture, there were also meetings… Saturday, there would be a number of different types of gatherings that would spread the crowd into different rooms of the Church.
At this point, in a church room, Father Stella is listening to the hearts of the believers – because they live in the same place, and they all know each other.
“She hasn’t woke up yet, and I don’t know what to do… she’s very loyal, and she’s never been absent from the rest of the day’s Sunday party.”
In the room, a man is covering pain, sad crying, and a man sitting around is forbidden to show compassion.
Mr.
Smith, there’s a restaurant in town, Boss and chef. They’ve all eaten Mr. Smith’s therapy, and they know how much he is, and they know that Mr. Smith is suffering, and that the difficulties of his life in didnt expect finally make this optimistic gentleman cry like this.
Father Stella was reassured that he had chosen a few paragraphs from the script, slowing down the reading of the sound of the Father in front of Mr. Smith, as if he had the strength of warm hearts.
Mr.
Smith has caused pain, but his feelings have been loosely relaxed… the difficulties have not been resolved, his wife is still lying in the hospital’s custody, and his son is still missing, but he has a future that is good and that all the difficulties will finally meet the sense of reconciliation – a renewed hope for life.
“Many thanks to you, Father.” Mr. Smith was grateful to say that.
He needs this kind of emotional comfort, which will allow him to continue to persevere and not collapse – and that is why he left the hospital today deliberately and came to the church.
Wait for the party last night, Mr. Smith will be given a chance to get back to the hospital.
“You are all the faithful believers of the Lord.” Father Stella’s voice has gradually become slippery and has been completely integrated into the heart of the people.
In the room, soft light, faintly discernable, just as the believers are in a comfortable state of touching the heart, it does not seem to be noticed.
But someone can see that Mei Rada!
At this moment, he hid outside the window of his room and showed a surprise — he’s been standing here for a long time!
Ever since the morning, Father Stella started preparing his prayers, he’s been watching Father Stella, and this Messy Old Man, looking at him all morning, will have to suspect life — finally, at this moment, he waits for what he needs!
holy power!
This Messy Old Man is not easy, holy power, and the quality of holy power is quite high —— it doesn’t matter, it’s not really what Mei Rada needs, it’s enough for a single holy power leak out of Stella’s identity!
His newsletter item, when he whispered into a little holy power, had a reaction… that was enough! We can make a communication!
Mei Radaton was so excited to feel his misfortune, I’m afraid it’s over!
He was busy pulling up his body and running out of moved towards the outside —— he was going to contact the community in the field of people and send support troops!
– Wait, old Mage, you’re adding humiliation to me, and I’ll double it! Ten times! Twenty times!
At the same time, Father Stella, who is reciting the script in his room, suddenly shakes his head, and then flicked the fingers, and a small golden light fired outside the window.
Mei Rada just ran off his legs, and suddenly the leg fell down, and the whole thing he held was the item crystal in his hand, and he got out!
Mei Rada was surprised that when he was going to climb up and pick it up, he heard Kächā!
See only one silhouette who doesn’t know when to appear in front of him, and the newsletter item crystal, when it’s broken under the footboard of Silhouette!
Vasco!
“Oh? Did I step on something?”
Look at this old grandfather, who’s pretty strong in front of his eyes, and Mei Rada’s mouth sucks a few times, and the ghost says, “How serious are you?”
(This chapter is over)
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