After raving crazily, Dua returned to his weak look, sitting respectfully on the chair, not daring to move rashly.
Jeffrey checked Dua's whole body. He did not carry any weapons. Dua was completely honest about his secret power.
Secret Energy·Eye of Deconstruction.
The secret power of the secret enlightenment school allows the condenser to quickly analyze the composition of the target. Relying on this secret power, Duva has made great achievements in the school of metamorphic metal.
"This is a good opportunity," Dua murmured, "Maybe we can establish a deeper level of cooperation."
Jeffrey was guarding Dua. With Jeffrey's secret power, no matter what happened to Dua, he could freeze him immediately.
"What do you mean?"
"I am a member of the Order of Truth. In other words, I am also researching a taboo project." Dua became a businessman. "The research project is very expensive. If I can have the assistance of the Bureau of Order, my progress will be great."
It might be a lot faster."
Jeffrey objected, "We won't cooperate with lunatics like you...at least not with you."
Despite his tough stance, Jeffrey also understood that this rejection was not absolute.
No one is absolutely righteous, and the Bureau of Order is not as glamorous as it appears on the surface. It is just their positions that separate each other. If there are enough interests, the Bureau of Order will cooperate with them, just like they did in order to win the secret war.
Burlogo was very interested in Dewar, "What is the taboo project you are studying?"
"Aetheric Tides."
When talking about his taboo research, Dewar seemed extremely excited, "Yes, I took over TEDA's research. Before that, I was studying the transformation of metals."
"The ether tide is a phenomenon involving a mysterious source, which is much more interesting than smelting metal."
Du Wa then said, "The alchemy metal in your hand is very interesting. It should be transformed from mercury, right?"
The small silver snake came out of Boluogo's cuff, and the snake's eyes made of red mercury stared at Dua. Boluogo nodded gently, Dua did have some ability.
Boluogo has met many people and killed many people. Whether they are living or dead, Duva is the first person to recognize the essence of the snake scale liquid at a glance.
Dewar did not lie on this point. He was a professional alchemist and was good at transmuting metals.
Dewar added, "My secret power is very good at analyzing the structure of materials."
Boluogo glanced at Jeffrey and said, "This guy is quite interesting."
"It can only be said that you have had too little dealings with these madmen," Jeffrey did not find this interesting at all. "When they cause trouble, you are eager to crush them to ashes."
Jeffrey glared at Dua, who tried hard to remain calm and not look panicked.
"Okay, I admit that there are indeed a few lunatics among us," Dewar defended himself, "but I am different. My research is very safe."
Lebius said calmly, "Before TEDA lost control, he also patted his chest and promised."
Jeffrey recalled, "There is currently no direct evidence to prove this, but according to our records over the years, these scholars all have a kind of fanaticism and can easily fall into the madness of research. In order to achieve their goals, they
play hard."
Boluogo was alert, "The power of the devil?"
Jeffrey said, "If there was a devil at work, everything would be simple. But the strange thing is that there is no devil to influence these scholars at all. They suddenly went crazy on their own."
Dewar did not want to explain anything about the fanaticism described by Jeffrey. He just repeatedly emphasized that he would not harm others and just wanted to study the phenomenon of ether tides.
"Okay, okay, you've talked enough, please be quiet for a while, okay?"
A glimmer of light flashed in Jeffrey's eyes, and for a moment Dua felt that someone was holding his throat, and his body was completely petrified, unable to move.
This feeling of suffocation lasted for several minutes. When Dua was about to faint, Jeffrey slowly looked away.
Du Wa was sweating coldly and panting heavily. He regretted getting on this train more and more, but there was a strange joy in Du Wa's heart. He was getting closer and closer to the original thing.
After the interlude, everyone went about their business...actually they were just trying different ways to kill time.
For a moment, it was as if Du Wa no longer existed, and no one paid attention to him. Just when Du Wa breathed a sigh of relief, he noticed a gaze peering at him.
It was not spying, the other party looked directly at him openly, and Du Wa felt uncomfortable all over, as if that gaze could penetrate his clothes and examine everything about himself.
Du Wa moved his body and turned his head, that gaze still chasing him, sweeping over the hair on his body.
Just when Dua couldn't bear the humiliation, the other party spoke.
Borogo asked, "King Solomon...do you monks of truth know King Solomon very well?"
"We are his heirs."
Mentioning King Solomon, Dua brought back that pride and glory.
Boluogo then asked, "Tell me about the King Solomon you know."
"He is great..."
"Stop, I have heard this kind of praise too many times. I want to know something unique to you Truth Monks...such as the past of King Solomon."
Boluogo waved his hand and asked, "He can't grow up in a day. I want to know the past of King Solomon."
Dua fell silent.
"Hello? You don't know it, right?" Boluogo frowned, "What kind of heirs do you think you are?"
Bologo began to understand the Bureau of Order's disdain for the Brotherhood of Truth. They really looked like a group of over-worshiping fanatics... just like every group Bologo encountered.
King Solomon...the mysterious King Solomon.
In that light that brought brimstone and fire, King Solomon ended the wrath of the scorched earth, ended Bologo's past, and opened up a new life for him.
That is the end and the beginning.
Boluogo has always had a strong curiosity about King Solomon. From the beginning, he explored the truth of the fall of the Holy City until he realized the existence of Guangzhuo.
Every time Bologger thinks he knows enough about the past, there's always a new mystery that confuses everything.
Recalling the Sequoia Town of Memory Mold Lake, my "previous life", the astronaut...
There is a hunch in the dark that as long as he understands the story of King Solomon, Boluogo will be able to find the truth of his own mystery.
After a long silence, Dua said resignedly, "The Monks of Truth have always been determined to restore the story of King Solomon, just like archaeology."
Boluogo said, "But the ruins of the Holy City are controlled by the Bureau of Order, and all its knowledge was destroyed in the fall of the Holy City. You can't find anything."
"Remember what I said? In the beginning, the predecessor of the Monks of Truth, we were not allowed to stay in the Holy City, but we were allowed to learn the knowledge in the Holy City... The fall of the Holy City did not destroy everything, we are still alive.
"
Duva saw Boluogo's curiosity. In this era, few people cared about King Solomon. Duva did not dislike this curious seeker of knowledge.
Bologna and Duva were both seekers of knowledge.
"Did you survive to a certain extent to retain knowledge related to King Solomon?" Boluogo said in hindsight.
"That's right," Dua said a little embarrassed, "Speaking of it, we may have failed King Solomon's goodwill and stole knowledge like thieves, but because of our thieves' behavior, not all knowledge was destroyed in the Holy City.
Fallen."
"I'm not interested in the esoteric alchemical knowledge. I care more about King Solomon."
Borogo asked, "What was King Solomon's name?"
This is a strange thing. People have always called that person by the title of King Solomon, but his real name has never been revealed, and no one doubts this. It is as if the title of King Solomon itself is his.
name.
"name?"
Dua looked confused, "What's the name?"
Borogo emphasized again, "King Solomon's name."
"Name...name..."
A stinging pain rushed through Duva's mind. He covered his head in pain. After breathing for a moment, he understood Boluogo's question and murmured.
"Yeah...what's King Solomon's name?"
Dewar looked as if this was the first time in so many years that this fanatic had realized this problem.
What was King Solomon's name?
Boluogo became serious, and his spirit was completely tense. The train passed through the endless night, and demons danced wildly in the depths of the darkness.