MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 89

Eventually Alva checks on Chris and kicks them out.

"Physical damage, infertility, no estrus period, pheromone disorder, the peak value is not higher than 1.5 times the daily state, far lower than the estrus pheromone level." Alva said flatly, "It cannot be treated, But other than that, it’s okay.”

"But…"

"The lack of #fluid lubrication is not because of his illness." Alvapi said with a half smile, "It's because of you, most of the time the technology is completely rotten."

The door slammed again, An Xu took a quick step back and smacked his lips against the closed door. The only harvest this time is a piece of iron, which can temporarily open Chris's collar, which is equivalent to its key. The collar is the kind of style that cannot be opened after the bite is stuck. When Duke Roland sent her the collar, he didn't intend to ask her to take it off again.

An Xu turned to look at Chris, who didn't respond much, as if he was distracted. After returning from strolling outside, Chris no longer resisted being checked, but just looked at An Xu from time to time, as if hesitating to speak.

"What's wrong?" An Xu asked.

Chris didn't answer, and she didn't care, it was just a casual question anyway. An Xu is used to this way of getting along, probably because she couldn't imagine how Chris would react in this situation, and Chris in the dream was reticent and lacked movement. But who can ask to play idols to be as fresh as a living person? Now this sense of immersion is quite good.

They left the medical school and returned to the place where An Xu lived. With the development of Thunder Castle, although the place where An Xu lives is not as good as the Sullivan Manor in Abery, it is also comparable to a star hotel (the kind without electronic products). Lydia had already moved into the dormitory for medical students. Apart from the cleaners, there were only An Xu and Chris in the big house. She rolled on the huge bed, arching over the edge of the bed, to pull Chris.

Chris didn't come over obediently, he pursed his lips and asked, "Why?"

"Why?" An Xu asked back.

Many why.

Great confusion has plagued Chris since coming back, no, before coming back. Who created this unique fantasy city? Everyone says it's Anna. Sullivan, God's Favourite, Queen of Thunder. They adored and believed in her as surely as the people of Yamenan believed in the rays of the sun. But if Anna. Sullivan is the wise, wise, selfless and benevolent saint in their mouths. Who is that person Chris saw?

Destroyed Sullivan, the smiling little girl standing among the corpses and ruins.

Wearing the God's Retaliation Chains, a girl who is thin but happy every day, and will be aggrieved by what happened to him.

After saying "give him to me", he didn't care about everything about him, treating his alpha like a toy.

There are times when Chris isn't even sure what he's seeing is a person, let alone how different the one he's seeing is from the one they've been told. anna. Are there so many souls in Sullivan's body?

He had asked this question during Alva's examination, and the doctor had unequivocally denied it.

"Soul splitting is not such a symptom." Alva said, "Why do you think so?"

"But I met her many years ago, and she..." Chris said, "she wasn't like that."

Alva slammed the tool in his hand onto the table, tapping his knuckles restlessly on the table. Since count Anna was kicked out and Chris was examined alone, the doctor had been studying his collar in addition to drawing his blood. Alva sneered without a smile, and said: "What answer do you want to hear? Anna Sullivan is a good person, but there is an evil spirit attached to her, and it is the evil spirit that treats you badly? Next Do you want me to help exorcising evil spirits?"

Chris flinched subconsciously. He has been a little afraid of Alva since he was a child, not the kind of fear of being hurt, but closer to a kind of anxiety of wanting to be liked. Even now that he knows he can't do it, there is still a little conditioned reflex left. . Alva closed his eyes and slowed down his tone.

"Don't have such unnecessary expectations." He said flatly, "I have only seen Anna, she is the one who built Thunder Castle, and she is also the one who used you as a #sexual and reproductive # tool. She is a genius The ruler of her, does not prevent her from being a beast full of selfish desires. Look, alpha..."

Alva's lips were pursed in disgust, and the haze of hatred flashed across his eyes. Those who have seen him like this will find that his usual expression when facing alphas can already be called pleasant. He turned sharply, used tweezers to remove the small piece of processed iron on the alcohol lamp, and turned back to look at Chris.

"This is something that can open your neck. I think with your power, it is very easy to escape, and I can also tell you the schedule of the patrol." He said, "Now tell me the truth, are you going to escape immediately? ?”

"I…"

If he had seen Fort Thunder before, Chris would nod without hesitation. Even if there was a betrayal, even if the Gale Knights were disbanded, even if the former beacon disappeared and fell into this situation, Chris, who had recovered from the blow, still didn't want to give up.

There is no news of the execution of all members, and there may still be people alive in the Gale Knights. Chris wants to find them, apologize to them, and atone for his implicating them; People who are helpless, Chris wants to help them. Somewhere, there must be people who need Chris, and there must be something he can do, otherwise, what's the point of his existence.

"...Sorry, Mr. Alva." Chris said frankly, "I have something I need to know."

There are more important things than leaving here, at least not now. What he sees creates a dangerous riddle: what on earth is Ann thinking? If she could suddenly go from a friendly and enlightened friend to a ruthless perpetrator, would she also one day, for reasons unknown to everyone, turn from a talented ruler to a cruel oppressor? At that time, what will these people who trust her and rely on her do?

Even if he could read minds, Chris still didn't understand.

Why?

If the nature is alphas who prey on the weak and treat the other two genders and other classes as inferior creatures, why can such a free land be created?

If it is recognized that everyone has the right to live well without being oppressed and persecuted, then why...why did he treat him like this?

Chris asked his question carefully and somewhat incoherently. An Xu lay on the bed and listened patiently. When he finished speaking, he tilted his head and thought about it.

"Oh, I understand what you mean." An Xu nodded, "There is no reason."

Chris looked at her in disbelief, listening to the answer that was exactly the same as his heart.

"If you have to say the reason, it's actually the same." An Xu yawned, "Because I want to do it. I want to do it, and I can do it, so just do it. Why bother to create a Wei Guangzheng's reason? You are doing reading comprehension as a primary school student."

-why?

-No reason.

Chris had thought that maybe Ann was treating him like this because she hated him, was angry with him, or couldn't understand him. Although it would be sad, Chris felt that it would be fine if this was the case, as it was just a special case of personal grievances and would not hurt others. Unfortunately, the answer was much scarier than he thought.

It was only then that Mr. Knight realized that Ann had changed too much, she had changed too little at all, nothing at all. This girl has never grown up, her likes and dislikes and desires are as direct as a child's, and she becomes a **** or a demon in a single thought.

The scary thing is that she has this ability.

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In the place closest to the gods, a secret conversation is coming to an end.

"You've done a good job, the prophecy is as effective as we thought." The old alpha said, "In this way, we just need to wait."

He is wearing a black and white cassock and a white cap. The sheep's head seal ring on his ring finger shows his noble status. Pope Randolph III of Yamenan sat behind a desk, looking kindly at the black-haired priest in front of him.

The blessed Noah bowed, and accepted His Majesty's compliment with a smile.

"It's a pity that Ronald didn't show up after that, and he didn't even summon his most trusted subordinates." Randolph III shook his head, "If he can return to the Bungalow defense line, Richard's throne will be tilted even more sharp."

"If Ronald gains a firm foothold, he will also cause trouble for the Holy See," said the favored one.

"As time goes by, the gap will only get bigger and bigger. Nothing is troublesome." The Pope replied, "Noah, do you think I'm too conservative?"

"Your choice is always the best."

To put this sentence in another person, people can more or less hear the displeasure in it, but in the mouth of the smiling god, it sounds humble and sincere, making the old and strict Randolph III relax line. The pope's wrinkled face relaxed, and he looked at Noah lovingly, looking like an ordinary old man.

"It's good if you think so, and my painstaking efforts are not in vain." He said with relief, "Some people are so impatient. The prophet said, how can a burning heart cross the ice river? You are still young, as long as you wait, the supreme Your position will always belong to you. Whose bloodline can be nobler than yours? The light of gods and worlds will shine on you."

The God's Blessed One smiles like a spring breeze. No matter who looks at him, he can't help being infected, let alone the old man who is related to him by blood. What Randolph III said was right, the son of the pope and the princess is really a shockingly noble status.

"It's a pity that Angela was killed by the hateful false king..." The pope sighed, staring at Noah, trying to find a little bit of his mother's appearance from him, but unfortunately he couldn't find any. Since taking the forbidden medicine that can bring people back to life, the eyes and hair of the favored man have changed color, and he looks neither like his father nor his mother day by day.

But is it really not like it? When Randolph III looked at his son, the strange feeling just now disappeared immediately. Noah made him feel so kind and warm, and he couldn't help but trust him, just like meeting a god. The Pope relaxed and kindly sent the traveling children back to rest.

Noah saluted and left, with a smile on his face from beginning to end.

The highest position?

He recalled the words of that stupid old man and laughed wildly in his heart. What, what stupid people. How can the throne of mortals be called the highest position?