MTL - Overturned Tower-v2 Chapter 12 Bad day: happy, elaborate

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

…Of course, the kid is really cute.

Just like a smart and polite junior high school student, giving people a gentle and rational feeling.

However, Russell couldn't be sure whether this temperament came from herself or the passive effect of the power of the Holy Order. So he's still quite 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 patted lightly on the shoulder.

But this time, Russell wasn't scared at all.

On the one hand, he is gradually adapting to the bad day's voice, and on the other hand... after Russell's redshift has been raised to level three, his perception range has improved a little.

This time, Russell was aware of the existence of the bad day before the bad day patted him on the shoulder.

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

"Don't just stand quietly behind me all the time."

Russell folded his hands on his chest, turned his head and said unceremoniously: "What if I have PTSD, I'm so scared that I raise my hand and stab you?"

"I'm not stupid, bro. If you had PTSD and could stab me at the same time, I wouldn't be this close to you."

Bad day said with a smile.

Russell curled his lips and took a breath: "It's really naive. When I was seven or eight years old, I wouldn't play this kind of game of hiding behind others to scare people."

—Of course, this is a lie.

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

According to the pediatrician, it was because Russell was gifted too much from autism. So even though he is slightly spiritualized, the influence from the spiritual relative will last longer.

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

"Is it so early?"

Bad Day was a little surprised: "The angels just arrived at Happy Island last night."

"Well, a young angel who doesn't look much older than a deer head."

"That's pretty rare."

Bad Ri commented: "If a minor can become an angel, maybe he can be promoted in the future—that is, he can be replaced with a higher-level aura."

"...Aren't the halos used by angels fixed?"

"Of course, the 'God Descends Device' won't fix personality."

Bad Day shrugged, and opened the refrigerator at Russell's house to look for something to eat: "Generally speaking, angels have the largest proportion, and they are youths in their twenties and thirties who are the most energetic, full of hope and kindness. If you are in your twenties, you will become numb. The second is the old man who was enlightened before he died, that is, the wise old man who was called the "great sage" by the ancients.

"If you are a teenager, although you are quite flawless, and it is indeed possible to have a good nature. But there are always some other problems...that is, they have too little experience, and there is still a lot of room for change in personality. In other words, it is the worldview Not fully formed yet.

"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 gentle. This is all possible. At that time, the original halo will be It’s not working well...then you have to change the halo. If you don’t have a suitable halo, you might have to retire.”

"...retired?"

"Yes, Angels are allowed to retire... Well, how long ago was this thing?"

On a bad day, I found a bottle of iced Coke and a box of refrigerated half-cooked cheese, and took it out happily.

"Yesterday, you can eat."

Russell glanced at it, and kindly reminded: "This is cocoa-flavored, can you eat it?"

Although Russell is not sensitive to cocoa, a considerable number of small animal relatives cannot eat these foods.

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

Of course, the specific situation is also different...

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

Russell only found out half a month ago that he was one of the more taboo groups—but he still loves hot cocoa.

To him, hot cocoa is like a strong drink.

"No problem, my spirituality doesn't have this side effect."

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

He unscrewed the Coke, and continued to explain: "Yes, retired... In fact, not all the angels were frozen in the battle of teaching law.

"Some of the Angels had self-doubt after the war. Forty-five auras couldn't recognize them, so they couldn't serve as Angels anymore...so they retired."

"...What about after retirement?"

"I just retired. Either go to the church as a clerical job, or simply quit the church to live a normal life. I received a normal level of retirement pay. The income is not much, probably equivalent to the level of a skilled worker who has been working for about five years... Children and buying a house are definitely not enough, but even if you stop working from now on, it is still enough to barely support yourself and two dogs.

"They were quite young at the time, and it wasn't that they couldn't do other jobs. And they already had their own skills. After all, the Cyber ​​Church didn't accept everyone... If the education is not high enough, or the intelligence is not high enough, the Church Certainly not.

"Even in wartime—the angels had special high-tech combat equipment at that time, and they couldn't use it if they were not intelligent enough. Even in today's eyes, they are very advanced. After all, for more than a hundred years, weapon research is a It’s completely stagnant or even regressed. It’s the same now, if you want to become a priest in the church, you have to take an exam, and ordinary college students may not be able to get in...Of course, you must be able to pass the exam.”

"...I see."

Russell smiled a little embarrassedly: "I thought..."

The inferior looked at Russell with some amusement: "What do you think? Do you think they were silenced?

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

"However, since it comes to angels..."

The white-haired Samoyed showed a signature smile at Russell.

The moment he saw this smile, Russell knew that nothing good was going on.

He asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Let me tell you something."

Even when he was talking about business, Bad Ri's expression was not 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 don't act rashly?"

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

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

The answer to bad day is, not yet.

There are too many mad mages, and not all mages are recruiting newcomers. In other words, not all mages still have the rationality to recruit newcomers... It would be bad if they encountered other lunatics.

Not only dangerous, but pointless.

"The deer head has been observing the 'prime wasteland', and it started to respond last night.

"This means that there are mages who follow the path he left and return to the vicinity of the 'Original Wasteland'~www.novelbuddy.com~, but no spells can be learned here... Do you know what this means?"

"Someone is looking for a newly born mage."

Russell affirmed.

Bad Day snapped his fingers crisply: "Exactly."

"That's fine, I'll go in tonight."

"Then take a look at the precautions. This is what the head portrait of the deer has organized for you."

Bad day said, and handed over a data chip.

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

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

Bad Day didn't even ask, and he directly guessed what Russell wanted to do: "As for the 'order', forget it, you can't afford my price.

"If your actions go well tonight, I'll just give you a free bill...it's considered a sponsorship for 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 knife."

If you had said that to delphiniums, to the bad guys... they would have been astonished by it, even if they didn't think Russell was a weirdo.

The rule 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 flashed an interested smile.

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

He put his legs directly on the Russell table, and the body sitting on the chair leaned back at an angle where he would fall down at any time.

Bad Ri raised the Coke bottle in his hand high, as elegantly as raising a red wine glass to toast.

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

He smiled and said, "It's interesting...to elaborate?"