The true Creator's indescribable mood became less intense: "If you want to change the taste and texture, Earth Pathway can do it."

"But in this case, chickens are not necessarily needed in the experiment. So he put forward a bold hypothesis in this report." The Decline King turned to a certain page at the back of the catalog and read out calmly:

"Since we no longer necessarily need live chickens, we might as well develop apples with multiple flavors, starting with the roasted chicken flavor."

The True Creator didn't know what to say for a moment, and the Outer God had already started to comment naturally: "Very good, the difference between this experiment and the previous one is that the genes of broiler chickens are natural and can be incorporated into apples by extraordinary power, but roast chickens

It is an artificially produced food, and it is a very interesting idea to grow apples that taste like roast chicken in a normal way without relying on seasonings."

"Passed, let's start preparations."

"Wait a moment."

The expression of the true creator was somewhat distorted: "Do you actually want to use species invasion and genetically modified technology to destroy the earth?"

"No." The Declined King took out a fish from the sacrificial items and threw it into the hands of the true creator.

"The taste of the improved red wine fish is 99% similar to the red wine produced by Intis Mist Winery. The meat is delicious and the whole fish can be pan-fried directly. The internal organs and bones will melt when exposed to temperatures above fifty degrees."

"This is his first finished product, do you want to try it?"

392

In the evening of December 31, No. 2, Daffodil Street, Tingen City.

Benson entered the house, took off his hat and coat, and chuckled:

"I have already booked a ticket for the steam train to Backlund on January 3rd, second class seat."

Melissa, who was sitting in the restaurant with several newspapers spread out in front of her, said slightly worriedly:

"Benson, the air in Backlund is too bad. Just a few days ago, tens of thousands of people died due to poisoning and diseases caused by the heavy smog..."

"This is really a regrettable and sad thing."

Benson walked to the restaurant and sighed: "But the upper and lower houses have passed the report of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee. There will be corresponding legislation to regulate the emission of smoke and wastewater. What will greet us will be the new Backlund. You don't need to

Too worried."

Having said this, he smiled sarcastically:

"When I came back from Iron Cross Street just now, I found that many factory owners or their employees from Backlund were recruiting people there. They said that because of the smog and the plague, the factories there were short of manpower, so,

They are willing to promise working hours and minimum pay that will be much better than the current standards, haha."

"You think it's impossible?" Melissa asked sharply.

"When more and more people flock to Backlund, it is destined to be impossible, unless the upper and lower chambers can pass corresponding bills and directly make regulations." Benson spread his hands, pointed to the dining table and said, "Okay.

It’s time for us to welcome the New Year.”

There are three sets of knives and forks, three empty porcelain plates, and three cups on the dining table.

Among the three glasses, one is beer and two is ginger beer.

Their windows were closed, and it was dark outside, but Benson and Melissa didn't notice it.

Night has enveloped the neighborhood where this house is located, but passers-by seem to be oblivious to the night sky here.

Stars hung high in the night sky, and ethereal and peaceful songs echoed. Creatures in the spiritual world were requiemed one by one until their spirit bodies dissipated. Deliberate coincidences were detected and resisted. Many battles that were undetectable by mortals have come to an end.

The lady with eyes as bright as stars is floating in the air, watching every move here.

After a long time, "Eye of the Goddess" spoke:

"Praise the goddess, Ince Zangwill really took action against the family of one of Tingen's guardians, Mr. Klein Moretti."

Sost's figure emerged from the dark corner. There were a lot of injuries on his body, but they were not serious.

He reported calmly:

"The spirits summoned by Ince Zangwill have all been wiped out."

Da, da, the Necromancer Dai Li appeared next to him with blue eye shadow and bunted hair. She is always smiling now, and there is a silver ring at the root of the ring finger of her right hand, with a circle of curses engraved on it.

Wen, her left hand brushed over it from time to time.

She said: "I have completed all channelings and confirmed that today's attack is over."

"However, tomorrow will come again soon. We need to hurry up and move the Moretti family."

After that, she looked at the wall on the other side and said with a smile, "Tomorrow will be your home court."

"Eye of the Goddess" Ilia also looked there, her voice was ethereal and contained a strong sense of tranquility: "Leonard Mitchell, their tickets have been set for the day after tomorrow. You have to go with them and protect them."

Their safety will help them reach Backlund safely and under the gaze of the goddess."

"We will hide in the dark, and you are their first line of defense."

"You once successfully prevented Ince Zangwill's conspiracy. Your own special characteristics will also cause you to become his primary target."

The dark shadow hidden at the base of the wall shook, and a young man in black clothes with blood-red gloves on his hands came out.

Leonard set foot on the land of Tingen after a long absence. He glanced at the window of Moretti's house not far away and saw three glasses of drinks in the warm yellow light. After seeing the smile and toasting, he showed a look of disappointment.

Brother and sister of the lustful Klein, he found that the burden on his shoulders was heavy, and his eyes were as determined as ever.

"I am willing to risk my life to protect the hero's family."

Leonard solemnly drew a red moon on his chest: "Praise the goddess!"

Everyone said in unison: "Praise the goddess!"

TBC

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"Thank you, great 'mentor'! My red wine fish is actually completed. It is genetically stable, reproducible, nutritious, and does not pose a threat to other species. Its growth cycle is very short, and it can be used for long-distance travel."

One of the rations!”

"It's just that the captain is not very happy. It doesn't matter. Everyone is very happy for my success. It's just that they always seem to be unable to control the cooking heat and burn my fish to ashes every time."
Chapter completed!