This perfect craft made him full of unparalleled pride. This is Oriana's work! He has even surpassed him in craftsmanship. The best interpretation is to surpass him from his own aspirations!

At the same time, when teaching the ignorant demon spirit, Colin took good care of it, just like teaching the once young Oriana, which made him regain the feeling of being an old father. As he got closer together, Colin began to develop a feeling of family affection for the demon spirit, and truly regarded the demon spirit as his daughter.

Because she is very similar to Oriana in all aspects, and is even closer to the ultimate character he expected of Oriana.

So Oriana always feels that her father prefers Demon Spirit more. In fact, it is because Demon Spirit's character is more likable than her in Colin's eyes. She is very well-behaved.

But when he heard that Oriana's original intention of creating the magic spirit was to help Geno do something, he felt extremely bitter.

After finally nurturing feelings, he was directly sentenced to death.

Is this kid born to be in conflict with him? He just stares at him constantly persecuting and exploiting the wool?

So when Geno appeared, he felt a burst of nameless fire hitting his forehead, and he couldn't help but look fierce at Geno.

But he won't apologize or change it.

"After walking around Oriana, I found that the air pollution in Zuan had exceeded the standard seriously. I don't know if Mr. Colin felt unwell. I haven't seen him for a while and I am very worried about Mr.'s physical condition." Geno said without changing his face. He felt that Colin was just complaining and did not really hate him. He still had a very accurate grasp of this.

"Don't worry, I'm very good. Mengdo helped me have regular physical examinations, and there was no problem at all." Colin waved his hand and his mood improved a little.

In fact, Colin initially understood that he wanted to die if he wanted to get sick and die, and then no one could stop him. But thinking about this would be a bit too narrow-minded. He still knew Jeno's personality, and he was definitely not as dark as he thought.

"That's good." Geno nodded. He came to Colin to see if fate had happened again. If it happened again, he had to remove the Hex crystal in the ultra-electromagnetic hand cannon to make a new artificial heart for later use, in case Oriana was helpless and lost her father.

He asked Ezreal to come in and say hello, and then asked Colin to have breakfast after midnight snack. In the temperature where the sewage in the ditch was frozen, the food was cold very quickly and it was not very delicious. It would be even worse if you wait for a while.

After saying hello to Zach, Geno looked at the so-called wheat cake press. The wheat grains were poured directly by Britz into a large funnel at the front end of the machine, slowly flowing into the machine and being crushed and ground. Then a hose reached into the bucket beside it, extracting some kind of vegetable oil, mixing it with the wheat flour and baking.

After a few minutes of hand, a row of wheat cakes were transported out by the conveyor tracks, and Britz had been waiting at the exit, but he saw it open the window, and all the steaming biscuits fell into his stomach, kept in it, and then sent to the shelter early tomorrow morning to serve as breakfast for those residents of Picheng.

"You can try it and experience our life." Oriana said to Geno and Ezreal.

Geno cut off a black-colored wheat cake from the track and took a bite. It was dry and hard, and the taste was extremely rough. The taste was the bitterness of the plant mixed with wheat fragrance, and a slight alcoholic smell. Overall, it was similar to a hard chalk that tasted good, which was unacceptable.

Ezreal also had the same feeling as him. After biting, he ran out and vomited it out, while Geno frowned and finished eating, and then grabbed a handful of wheat in the funnel.

Sure enough, the problem lies here. The wheat grains were not dried, and even carried the wheat marmalade. After entering the machine, the noodles were not separated from the bran and were directly mixed together to make biscuits. Is the taste so unsatisfactory?

Well, he felt that he needed to make a grinder that could automatically screen and replace this press, and then eat the flour and noodles produced. Even if he didn't know how to get it, he was confident to make hot and delicious foods that were better than these wheat cakes.

But there was not much material in the workshop for him to re-made one, so he focused on the still-running press.

If modified, it will take less time.

Colin, who was having a midnight snack, looked at Geno and wanted to modify the press, and reminded him by the way: "This machine is Victor's thing. If you want to move it, it's best to tell him and ask for his consent."

Colin didn't know the conflict between Victor and Geno, and thought it was not difficult.

"It should be like this." Geno thought for a moment, turned around and called Ezrel, and walked nervously towards the brightly lit old house.

"Is anyone there? Mr. Victor? Mr. Jace? Can you open the door?" Ezreal stood on the steps of the old house and shouted.

Geno asked Ezeril to knock on the door because he couldn't guess what Victor was now in his attitude towards him, but in fact there was no need to care too much about these things now.

Compared with the past, his strength has been greatly improved. At that time, he had to face Victor and a group of mechanic soldiers with only one Hex core. Now, he has another forbidden demon prosthesis, awakened his magical talent, and a demon under his command to provide assistance at any time, and he also has a little yellow-haired man with strong combat power around him. Compared with the past, he is simply a huge difference.

Not long after Ezreal knocked on the door, Geno felt a gaze locking them, and he soon found the source of the gaze. He saw the lenses hiding to the corner of the window, and through a series of refractions, he finally saw a cold eye from a dim hole.

Then the door in front of him opened automatically, and Geno stepped in first. Ezreal followed curiously, and the high-end alchemy devices piled up everywhere opened a new door for Ezreal, who rarely touched these things.

Usually, he is as casual as walking around at home, and this strange room full of mechanical punk finally gives him a novel experience of ordinary people visiting the museum.

After ignoring the chemical smell in the air and the green petri dish next to it that didn't know what was stored, Geno finally saw the owner of the house, the mechanical pioneer Victor!
Chapter completed!