The next day, when Azmis stood in front of the laboratory bench and silently calculated the data flashing on the computer, William appeared at the door on time.

“…”

Azmis's hand paused, and he continued to do his job.

William walked straight to Azmis's side, and with a "when" sound, a machine was placed in front of Azmis.

Azmis stopped and looked at the machine.

Azmis remembered that this thing was one of the things he threw in the storage room. Although he didn't know how long it was, he could still remember clearly... This is a grinder that automatically handles materials.

"Why, are you going to buy me with my stuff?"

Azmis looked up and down at William a few times, thinking that if this is the case, then he might have to evaluate his IQ for a second time.

William did not speak, shook his head, and slowly placed his hand on the grinder.

Azmis raised his eyebrows and continued to watch William's movements.

With a "buzz", the ring on your hand lit up.

William closed his eyes and began to slowly control the power in his heart.

"Swish"

The red light suddenly lit up from the ring, but William did not transform, and the light of the ring enveloped the grinder.

Immediately afterwards, the light began to slowly penetrate into it, covering the machine from the inside out.

The machine shape began to twist, and under the eyes of Azmis and William, the grinder changed drastically.

When the light faded, the original grinder disappeared, and what appeared in front of them turned into the style of a coffee maker.

William thought about looking at the laboratory bench and picked up a washing cylinder of Azmis and placed it under the coffee machine.

His hand entered the word "coffee" on the commander of the coffee machine like a keyboard.

"drop"

The green light of the prompt light illuminated and flashed a few times.

In Azmis's interesting gaze, a dark brown liquid flowed out from the outlet and flowed into the measuring cylinder that had just been washed.

The black and brown liquid covered the bottom of the measuring cylinder and slowly rose under the gaze of the two. Azmis looked at the measuring cylinder, then looked at William, but still didn't say anything.

Finally, the coffee maker stopped working, and the amount of coffee it flowed out was just five centimeters away from the top of the measuring cup.

William lifted the measuring cylinder and handed it to Azmis.

"Please." His voice was much smaller than before, and he sounded a little guilty.

William lowered his head and touched his nose. "I will remember what happened last night, you... don't be angry." His voice became smaller and smaller, and he knew that he would eventually disappear.

"…………………” In the cabin of the laboratory suit, Azmis sat in the cab, looking at the cup of brown liquid on the screen, and then looked at William, who lowered his head and stopped talking, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

William lowered his head, quietly waiting for the other party's statement, and his arms holding coffee were still straight.

Finally, nearly half a minute later, just when William thought this method might have no effect, his arm lightened.

The measuring cylinder in his hand was picked up.

William raised his head and looked forward carefully.

Azmis opened the hatch.

"If you don't change your personality, it will definitely be harmful to you in the future..."

He took the steaming coffee to his eyes and glanced at William.

"I tell you, don't think this will make me relax my requirements on you, and I will never regret what I say."

William nodded heavily, his eyes looked at Azmis, and his expression was already a little different.

"Don't worry, I understand."

Azmis nodded, looking unanimous.

He set his sights on the measuring cylinder that William gave him again.

"So that's what you use to apologize?"

"Well... one of the specialties of the earth..." William laughed and said.

"This kind of thing can give me happiness is better than a wrench."

Azmis hummed with contempt, but he leaned down, carefully got close to the measuring cylinder, and took a few sips.

"How do you feel?" William looked at Azmis with some anticipation, waiting for his evaluation.

“…………”

Azmis raised his brows gently, and he smacked his lips, as if he was a little surprised.

"snort……"

Hearing William's question, he snorted again, "If you have this time to do these evil ways, you might as well take the time to consolidate what I taught you again."

After saying that, he turned his head and manipulated the experimental suit to place the measuring cylinder of coffee on the tool table behind him.

Then he said slowly

"……not bad."

William was not surprised to see this. Although he still couldn't figure out the old man's weird temper, he felt it was quite interesting after a while of contact.

"What are you waiting for?! Hurry up and take out the solution prepared yesterday from the stability box!"

Azmis' voice started to yell again, William nodded helplessly, but the smile at the corner of his mouth did not disappear at all.

His hands scattered again, turned into octopus tentacles, and began to shuttle through the entire laboratory.

And the coffee machine on the lab bench is placed.

With the vaguely flashing red light on the ring, it turned back to the grinder.

And on the earth, hundreds of millions of light years away, the ancient castle built in the British was underground.

All the knight flags that were originally floating were removed, and the decoration of the basement had completely turned into a crimson Cthulhu octopus style.

The bald man, as the leader, stood at the top, and the rest of the believers were still below. However, now, the number of people in this religious form seems to have expanded a lot.

"Last night... God brought me His instructions again...I saw more things that God allowed me to see."

The bald portrait is a wizard in charge of sacrifices in ancient times, expressing his meaning in ambiguous language.

"I saw a boy's face... It was a white child, about thirteen or fourteen years old..."

He murmured something while saying, covering his head, looking like crazy.

Sitting among the many red robes below, Imok sighed carefully, pulled his hood down, covering his expression.

He carefully glanced at the madmen who were gathering illegally around him, and for some reason, a slight astringent heart appeared in his heart.

If I had known that one day, I would have surrendered to the Tiangong Union. Even if I was really imprisoned in the Interstellar Prison, it would be much better than staying with a group of madmen.
Chapter completed!