Chapter seven hundred and eighty fifth: conversion
"This flight is about to end, please be prepared."
In the voice of the stewardess coming from inside the speaker.
As Orshiga slowly put down the tableware in her hands.
A flight attendant stood behind him, took off his napkin with an elegant look, and also arranged his clothes for him.
With a chatting attitude, Orshika asked Huanhua:
"How was your meal? Did the food here suit your taste?"
"The taste can only be said to be average, not as good as the food made by the esophageal practitioners within [Yin Kui Sect]..."
A powerful world that has been developed for a long time.
Except for those martial arts practitioners who specialize in fighting.
[Tianluo Zhenjie] naturally also has various auxiliary professions.
But generally speaking, if you can dominate, who wants to be a cook, gardener or the like?
Therefore, even if they don't say anything explicitly, those professions almost all belong to the default low-level practice methods and are not taken seriously at all.
And heard her words.
As the temporary housekeeper for this trip, Diana Fryer immediately stiffened.
Although she didn't understand what a food practitioner was or what the [Tianluo True Realm] was, she was deeply afraid that Hanhan would be dissatisfied with this meal.
She absolutely cannot afford that kind of responsibility...
In other words, all the employees on this special plane combined cannot afford it.
But fortunately, Huanwan still has the rest of the story.
"But among mortals, the chefs here should be considered the best."
He reluctantly gave her a shot of cardiotonic.
Her legs were a little weak and she regained her energy again.
Directly defining herself as the leader among mortals, and taking it as a compliment with peace of mind, Diana Friar wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and complimented with a smile:
"Thank you for your valuable opinions. We will definitely work hard to do better in the future."
"Next, officials from the [Traveler Registration Bureau] will greet the two adults at the airport..."
The so-called "Travelers Registration Bureau" is the special department of "Great Britain" that is responsible for travelers.
Its power is astonishing.
The director and deputy directors are all senior members transferred from the cabinet.
Even the Prime Minister is only one level above them.
If you make the slightest mistake, you can be impeached by them in public.
As for the officials below them, they are all elites who were urgently transferred from various departments.
Any one of them is undoubtedly the best choice!
Plus the various consortiums and large families behind that department...
To put it bluntly, the [Traveler Registration Bureau] is a small cabinet!
When the Prime Minister saw it, he also felt a pain in his balls.
They need to get three points first!
In addition, it should be mentioned by the way that when that department was first established, its established name was actually the "Traveler Administration".
It's [management], not [registration].
Two completely different meanings.
But soon, some time travelers immediately spoke with disdain.
manage?
Who cares?
Do you care about me?
Do you deserve it?
How many do you want?
Not giving any face at all.
After hitting the left cheek, he also slapped the right cheek, slapping him hard back and forth!
Therefore, in the end, under the warning of the iron fist that could destroy London with one fist, that title could only be shamefully changed and became the dark history of the department... It was changed to the current [Traveler Registration Bureau]...
The meaning is that if everyone registers and doesn't cause trouble, it will be ok. You don't dare to ask for anything else.
And things like that.
It happens all over the world.
It's just that sometimes, it's the country that surrenders, and sometimes it's the time-travelers that obey, or they don't obey each other, and everyone plays their own game.
Relatively speaking, due to the quick submission, [Great Britain] is actually still peaceful inside, at least no bad violent incidents have occurred.
Even, on the contrary, the upper-class dignitaries were quite happy and excited.
After all, what if power and wealth were divided some?
All I want now is extraordinary strength and immortality!
The rest of the things?
It’s not too late to talk about it later.
All in all, everyone’s goals are very clear, and key issues must be resolved first!
At this point, the thinking is extremely clear!
One has to sigh, the old powerful people really know how to make choices.
Very knowledgeable about current affairs!——
Ten minutes later.
In the sharp roar of the aircraft engine.
The black special plane slowly stopped on the straight road.
As the hatch opens.
A dark gold, high-end cashmere carpet about twenty meters long, hand-woven, was slowly rolled out and extended all the way to the door of the cabin.
Dozens of people wearing black suits, under the cover of the military, stood on both sides of the carpet, acting as a human wall.
At the end of them is an old man wearing a brown high-end custom-made suit and holding a slender emerald cane.
In terms of appearance, although he looks a little old due to his age, he is very energetic!
When standing, his waist is as straight as a ruler. Even soldiers may not be straighter than him.
Moreover, he has a sense of high status and authority that takes a long time to develop.
Just standing still gives people a sense of indignity and intimidation, making people afraid to look directly.
Coupled with the surrounding black bodyguards and gun-wielding troops.
Those who are a little more timid will immediately feel their hearts skip a beat after meeting them and silently choose to take a detour.
However, the next moment.
At this moment, under the gaze of everyone.
The figure that stepped out of the special plane instantly changed the entire aura.
In the legend.
The French Emperor Napoleon had a unique temperament that convinced people.
Therefore, there was a feat of gathering all the troops who went to capture him just by saying "France! Your emperor is back!", which also frightened the courage of all the French dignitaries at that time.
With an absolute advantage, without even a single wave being released, the whole game is lost.
At this moment, as that figure appeared without concealment.
A word subconsciously appeared in the minds of everyone present.
【Center of the World】!
As long as the other person is standing there, there is a feeling that everything is surrendering to him.
Even though the figure has a third eye on its head that is different from ordinary people, and there are horns on the top of its head, it does not make people feel abnormal at all. Instead, people only feel that he should look like that. Then
That is the perfect posture, that is the correct truth.
This moment.
The look on the old man's face no longer looked calm and leisurely.
His face immediately stiffened.
It was full of emotions as if I had seen the presence of the gods in person.
I don't know how long it took.
Wait until he gradually reacts.
He was shocked to realize that the other party had already walked in front of him in a hurry!
And he himself crawled to the ground without knowing when, just like a believer who was meeting the true God.
Panic filled his heart!
Sweat was pouring off him like crazy!
at the same time.
When he raised his head and glanced up, there were eyes with red vertical pupils in front of him.
He directly saw his own reflection in those three eyes.
That miserable guy who was crawling on the ground with a frightened look on his face, like a worm...
This moment.
In a state of extreme panic.
His heart started beating crazily!
Then, very quickly, in the fear that exceeded the limit.
Ecstasy gradually emerged from his heart.
Even if it's just one side, even if the other person doesn't say a word at all.
But in his heart, he judged one thing instantly.
The existence in front of him is the true God he hopes for! This is the existence he can only look up to!
Even if Yahweh comes to the world, it may not be comparable to the existence in front of you!
The real God has arrived!!
At this moment, his previous belief in the Cross was abandoned by him in an instant!!
In the trembling.
He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the cold ground.
Begging with tears streaming down his face:
"Your Majesty, please allow me to take refuge under your command. I am willing to dedicate everything I have, just to bathe in your glory..."