I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

Prima put down the communication device, let out a sigh of relief, and then patted her face hard, immersing herself in reading books and medicine for a long time.

The brain in the configuration of the material is a little sober.

She glanced at the medicine bottle by her hand, and picked up the Book of Primordial Potions on the spotless laboratory bench, Prima was fascinated by it.

He stroked the book, and the gilded characters seemed to shimmer with light.

For Prima, this is the light of truth.

This book almost records all knowledge of potions beyond current research, and is the lifelong pursuit of all pharmacists.

She hugged the thick book tightly, her heart couldn't help thumping, and her excitement rose.

Boss Lin's meaning of rounding is what Ms. Wapujis meant.

The time she spent in the bookstore had already made her understand one thing completely, that is, as the next head of the authority of the night.

Moen, the manager, is also sincerely and diligently managing his identity as a bookstore assistant, because as a bookstore owner

The human Lin Jie, in Mo En's view, is the "father" who gave him a new life.

All Morn's ideas are based on Lin Jie.

Therefore, during that time, Prima, who lived with Morn and listened to Morn's respect for Boss Lin every day, naturally had

This is etched into my heart.

This - must be a test!

Boss Lin hopes that I can solve the problem by my own strength and dedicate my value to him.

After leaving the bookstore, her life also began to undergo great changes. This great being who can be called omniscient and omnipotent,

The alms-giving of her hand completely changed her destiny.

In this case, she should do her best to repay.

After gaining knowledge from Boss Lin, Prima did not stop learning for a single day.

Just to wait for this day to come!,

Prima took a few deep breaths; thinking that this was her first time as the director of pharmacy, and she was going to lead and direct others to come

Action, still can not help but a little uneasy.

After demonstrating several times in her mind what to do next, the shy little girl gathered up her courage and sorted herself out.

clothes, walked out of the laboratory, and looked at the scholars who were all looking at him.

She restrained her subconscious urge to retreat and hide behind the door.

Quiet voice said: "Emergency task, those of A-level and above who are not in research tasks, follow me, put on protective clothing, and go to Block 67."

This was Prima's first time giving orders. She looked at the quiet people in front of her, and even wanted to close her eyes.

Sure enough, I still

"Yes, Director.

Scholars are naturally divided into two groups. Those below Grade A will continue to work, while those above Grade A will automatically stand up and walk towards the place where the guards are placed.

The room of the protective suit.

Ordinary scholars who are not exposed to the level of power are simple and pure in their thinking. If there is an order from above, then follow it.

With protective clothing, at least life safety is guaranteed, and pollution and mutation are trivial matters.

And block 67, this is one of the rare - the remains of two gods who have fought with all their might - will definitely be worth a lot.

A place to study!

As long as there are some achievements, you can leave a strong mark in the academic field, even if you die, it will be worth it!

Some scholars even came over with excitement and shook Prima's hand: "Thank you Director for giving me this opportunity! What do you have?

So command, I will do it!'

Prima looked at the scholar in front of her and nodded vigorously, her anxiety gradually turning into excitement.

It turned out that my sister used to feel this way.

Block 67.

The pervasive gunpowder smoke is mixed with etheric power and chaotic rules, like mist, inhaled into the lungs, as if it were a chronic poison, no

Kill a limited life.

Winston glanced anxiously and nervously at the communication device in his hand, then turned to look at Caroline who was resting.

Cha has made her reach the limit, and she is completely unconscious at this moment, unable to condense any more ether

Yi Ri was in vain.

Caroline's staring eyes can only feel the constant rhythm of the burning power belonging to Joseph, living like an undead.

In this depressed battlefield, it interferes with the appearance of all information.

This left Caroline at a loss.

And the same residual power made it impossible for Winston to set foot on this land for half a step.

Now, their only hope is that the truth will send.

"Snapped.,

A hand suddenly tapped Winston on the shoulder.

Winston - - startled, subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but thought that there was no one else here except himself and Caroline, and the people who came were only

It might be the rescue they had been waiting for, and he was instantly overjoyed.

He turned his head, but saw nothing.

"Please bow your head."

Hearing this, Winston lowered his gaze subconsciously, and a small dwarf who was wrapped tightly was looking up at him.

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"Prima Sandra, Director of the Pharmacy Department of the Truth Society."

Prima's voice started with

It came out from the protective suit, and it looked muffled: "Vice President Andrew sent me here."

"Oh it's you."

Winston was stunned for a moment. According to the information from the Mystery Tower, Prima was also one of the people who had stayed in the bookstore for a while.

After a while, he was directly promoted by Andrew to become the director of pharmacy.

Sure enough, as long as it was about Boss Lin, Andrew didn't dare to neglect him.

Directly let people who have such a close relationship with the bookstore come.

But, come on like this, does it mean that what Boss Lin said at the time was true.

"Joseph will win, but the process will be more tortuous."

After all, if that person really wants to play with them, he can stop Prima from coming.

The big stone in Winston's heart has fallen halfway. In this case, the chance of Joseph still alive is 20% higher than before. That's great.

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But, is this little girl in front of you really okay?

Winston couldn't hide his worries. Although Prima in front of him was indeed someone who had been favored by the bookstore, she was not immune to her age.

It's too small, and even in the information of the Mystery Tower, there is no record of the girl in front of her's achievements in pharmacy.

Even if Joseph is alive now, I am afraid the situation is already very bad, can she really do it?

The doctors and pharmacists who make up the numbers are not enough.

Although she could see the doubt in the eyes of the knight in front of her, Prima did not doubt herself any more at this moment, but her eyes were calm and firm.

He whispered: "Although Andrew didn't say anything to the president, I think you are trying to save Mr. Joseph, right? Please believe me, I will

Will bring him out! I swear in the name of the night!"

Winston was stunned, but he didn't expect that she was a believer of the original witch

No, since I believe in Wapujis, my attitude towards bookstore owners should be to treat pagans or pagan gods.

That's right.

The source of Bi Jing's corpse-eating sect is probably that one.

Why did Prima accept gifts from the bookstore and even stand directly in Andrew's faction?

Could it be that she betrayed her beliefs? It's not right. Her eyes are sincere, even close to a mad believer.

Winston looked at the back of the girl turning around, the confusion in his heart could not be answered, but there was a vague possibility in his heart.

Fearful guess, in such a situation, there may only be one possibility.

Bookstores have the same origin as the beginning?

When Winston was shocked by his own conjecture, Prima had not hesitated to lead someone to the hell-like battlefield.

The pervading etheric force field bit Prima's protective suit like a beast, and Prima slightly tightened the book of "Primordial Demons" in her arms.

Pharmacopoeia", took a deep breath, and after assigning tasks to others, he gradually penetrated into the center of the battlefield.