Surveillance Man vs. Toilet Man, the first lesson in saving the world

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Deng Deng Deng!

Deng Deng Deng!

Deng!Deng!Deng!

Waves of crisp and dull sounds sounded, which was the wonderful effect of the two instruments playing against each other.

As for Lan Xiang and the others, as the music played, they slowly walked into the cathedral, which was still under repair.

As for why you don't go to the Garden of Eden...that thing was blown up, is it really necessary to go there?

"Hello creator, we meet again. I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. For my own safety, I had no choice but to do this."

PC·13 was the first to come under the podium, put his hand on his chest and saluted.

Sitting on the 'god' seat behind the podium, the creator Smedal sat on it, closed his eyes and leisurely supported his head while sitting there, looking particularly beautiful, like a work of art.

After hearing the voice of 13, Smedal didn't care about the words and just replied lazily.

"I don't blame you, besides, I also understand the cause of all this, so I won't talk nonsense next.

Messenger appointed by the savior, your thoughts allow me to see a certain possibility. In the case of force majeure, we are indeed travelers in the same position.

At this point, I agree to join the alliance and help the alliance fight against Mo's invasion, but my only condition is to give me enough 'freedom'. I think the envoy can do this by himself."

Lan Xiang, who was inexplicably named, felt a little confused when he heard Smedal's free thoughts. Even after Smedal finished speaking and was waiting for his answer, he couldn't come back to his senses.

"...Ah? Sorry, sorry, creator, I heard your words, but do you really don't need anything else?"

Smedal raised his eyes slightly and looked at the worried Lan Xiang. He immediately chuckled and replied.

"Hahaha, it is rare for an envoy to be forgetful. Don't you often use this method to gather legendary heroes from all walks of life for the alliance?

Relax kid, you did it again"

After Smedal clarified what he said, Lan Xiang suddenly became less worried. Not only did he feel that the creator's words were not false, but he also had the familiar feeling of mutual trust among those around him.

There is no doubt about this appearance.

When attacking on two fronts, everything has already been decided.

"I have something to say!"

At this moment, a hand was raised behind Lan Xiang, and he shouted towards Smedal

"D·10! Don't do this"

"Oh? What's the matter? Tell me."

Lan Xiang immediately turned his head after hearing this, raised his hand and stopped him in a friendly tone, but Smedal didn't care at all and asked.

In this way, Lan Xiang could only helplessly spread his hands and let the person in front of him freely express himself.

The person who shouted was none other than D. 10. He looked at Cang sitting on Smedal's palm, asked and explained.

"Yesterday was Mr. Cang's birth day, right?"

"Yes, do you have something to do with me?"

Cang squinted one eye and looked at D·10, full of curiosity about this little guy who called him during this period.

"Yesterday, my husband had a bad time because of the man in the toilet, so I am going to personally hand over the gift to you that may have been left behind due to force majeure."

"So you want to give me a birthday gift on this occasion?"

"Yes!"

Looking at D. 10's serious attitude, Cang snorted after looking at it for a long time, then turned around and motioned for Smedal to put him down. He wanted to take a good look at what gift this little guy had prepared.

Smedal nodded, quickly put Cang down, then went back and continued to lazily close his eyes.

Cang walked slowly to D·10 and asked

"So, where's the gift?"

"it's here"

D·10 took out a drawing paper from his somewhat dirty suit, patted it to flatten the wrinkles, and then handed it to Cang

After Cang took it and looked up, he was immediately shocked and froze on the spot.

For a long time, D·10 was a little confused. Isn't this a normal painting? Why did it take so long? Then he raised his hand and patted Cang on the shoulder to bring him back to his senses.

"Ahem, I really lost my temper. This scene... is very meaningful. Although the colors have faded, the traces are still there. It is a miraculous painting that no birthday gift for me can compete with..."

After Cang came back to his senses, he thought about what he had just meditated on, and immediately praised this painting. To put it simply, he was very satisfied, and couldn't be more satisfied.

Seeing that Cang spoke so highly of this, several other people also came over to see what this miracle of art looked like.

But the result is...the paint on it is gone, but it seems that the paint has not been lost.

It means that I have painted with paint before, but the paint disappeared for some reason, but it has not lost the essence of being a paint! What a miraculous trace this is

Even FM·39, who is not artistic enough, listened to Cang Na’s random blowing and immediately understood the cleverness behind it.

And painting in this way... is truly an unprecedented art

Cang's one eye was full of approval as he looked at D·10 and laughed crazily. But D·10 just knew that Cang was satisfied with what he said, and then he chuckled in response to Cang's joy.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....."

After a while, Cang stopped laughing because she couldn't laugh anymore.

"Well, little one, I love this gift very much, and I'm glad that you can create such a miracle for me to witness.

And most importantly, I see in this painting the ‘freedom’ of all possibilities. I don’t need to say more about what it symbolizes.”

After saying that, Cang patted D·10 on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up, then turned around and walked straight towards Smedal.

D·10 scratched his head in embarrassment, feeling a little flattered by this.

Of course, the person in the room who least knows the truth is D·10.

After all, he really didn’t know what happened to the colors in his paintings, and he might not know that the pen he was holding had an entry saying ‘not resistant to high temperatures’ written on it.

But that's not bad, at least a miracle was born.

After the gift was delivered to Cang, no one on Lan Xiang's side had anything to say. He immediately said something to Smedal, and then Lan Xiang led everyone outside.

Smedal opened his eyes and looked at Lan Xiang's retreating figure.

And he snorted softly after the latter left, and the eyes on his head also showed a clear feeling of "approval" in a humane way.

Then the door of the church slowly closed, and everyone under Lan Xiang's leadership began to prepare for the next task...

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