"Morrison, I heard that your initial profession was a craftsman? Is this true?" Mr. Z suddenly asked, which shocked Morrison.

But at this time, Morrison was mentally prepared.

He felt that he actually recommended Mr. Z to go to Yuhui Group, so Mr. Z would naturally know about the things he did in Yuhui Group.

Morrison also knew that Mr. Z was not low in the Holy Spirit.

Although he has not become a second-level psychic, he is likely to have not found a formula for psychic potion or a material for psychic potion.

When Morrison's spirit becomes powerful, he can sense how powerful the other person's spirit is.

Morrison nodded when he heard this.

He knew that he could no longer hide it. So what if some trump cards were exposed? Without good materials and good training, Morrison would not be able to become a powerful psychic.

Upon hearing Morrison's answer, Mr. Z nodded slightly and expressed his affirmation to Morrison.

Mr. z did not ask too much.

"A lot of things about your initial sequence are not to be said, and try not to say them. Even if it is within the Holy Spirit, it is best not to say them." Mr. Z said to Morrison with a serious face, "There may be other psychics in our Holy Spirit. I can trust Yuehui. If you tell me, it means you think I can trust."

What Mr. z said made Morrison secretly complain.

"You clearly asked, even if I don't say it, you have also learned about this through other channels. What does this have to do with whether I trust you or not?"

Morrison only dared to complain about these words silently in his heart.

If he said it, he would definitely be beaten by Mr. Z.

Tsk, I'm distracted again.

Morrison returned to his previous state.

He turned to Mr. z.

"Then you say, what should I do?" Morrison asked his question. "I need materials, a lot of materials, to make things made by exclusive craftsmen."

Mr. Z lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Morrison said this with his little thoughts.

He wanted to prepare the missing materials of the psychic potion of the advanced sequence two while creating objects.

After all, all the recipes for the Craftsman Sequence are currently only possible with Morrison.

What bad thoughts can Morrison have?

"Okay, then that's it. I'll talk about this with the senior officials of the Holy Spirit. You're here to wait." Mr. Z's voice remained, but the man disappeared.

Morrison guessed that it was the function of the abyss. He knew that Mr. Z could not have such a powerful force to leave without him being aware of it.

No one will not know about any person who has used a moveable skill, especially those related to space.

As long as there are people, they will definitely be noticed, unless the person near him is a fool.

But it is obvious that this is unrealistic.

Oh no, this is unscientific.

Morrison's guess was correct. Mr. Z just relied on an abyss object to leave.

However, the abyss object in Mr. Z's hand is only the most ordinary child, and the mother is at the headquarters of the Holy Spirit.

The man in front of Mr. Z is dressed in white, with long flowing hair and tender palms.

In this world, few people would think that the leader of a psychic organization was a woman.

The Holy Spirit is not too weak within the psychic organization.

"Saint Lord, after taking the psychic potion from 0-4943, he became a craftsman." Mr. Z said respectfully to the woman.

"Oh? Interesting." The woman just said these three words, which put a lot of pressure on Mr. Z.

"A craftsman, then give him some privileges." The woman spoke again, surprised Mr. Z. "Give him the materials he needs, but when he can make a gun, make sure that he is in the Holy Spirit, or not in this world."

It is rare that the woman in front of Mr. Z said so much.

She is an eighth-level psychic and has a strong strength in the whole world.

After hearing this woman say this, Mr. Z felt a little relieved.

"Holy Lord, I'm leaving." There was some fearful voice in Mr. Z's tone.

The woman looked at him.

"z, you did a good job, your advanced sequence has appeared." After saying that, the woman took out a bottle. "The second-level psychic potion, the undead killer, gave you."

Mr. Z did not expect that the second-level psychic potion he had been waiting for for many years would be obtained by him in this way. This made him feel a little scared, but there were more surprises.

Originally, Mr. Z thought that the second-level psychic potion was very rare. Now that the Holy Lord gave him this bottle of psychic potion, it means that Mr. Li's strength can reach the level of a second-level psychic, which means that there can be 4 second-level or above psychics in Leiding City.

Mr. z knew that his strength here is given to him by the Holy Spirit, and his loyalty to the Holy Spirit reached an unprecedented level.

Soon, Mr. Z returned to Leding City through the abyss.

Morrison was very surprised and saw Mr. Z.

He couldn't believe that Mr. Z would come back so soon. He looked carefully at Mr. Z and seemed to have a bottle of psychic potion in his hand.

But for Morrison, he really couldn't have thought that Mr. Li would come back so quickly.

This forced him to gain a deeper understanding of the power of the abyss.

"How is it?" Morrison raised his question.

Mr. Z took off his hat and put his cane aside. He ignored Morrison now, but went to make a cup of tea on his own.

Mr. Z. looked at Morrison with a smile, and said to him, "Why can't wait? It seems that you are very confident."

Indeed, Morrison was very confident at this time, and he felt that the Holy Spirit would give him the right to call some materials.

Because he is a craftsman.

Craftsmen are very important to any organization, and the Holy Spirit cannot not give Morrison some special rights.

When Morrison heard Mr. Li's words, he nodded without thinking through his brain and said, "Yes, I believe that the Holy Spirit will definitely mobilize some materials to me."

Mr. z had to admire his wisdom. Mori had an almost evil intelligence, which surprised Mr. z.

But after thinking about it, he felt relieved.

After all, it is Morrison, but a person with a craftsman's heritage. Without superb wisdom, how can he afford to do many things that ordinary people cannot do?

As a craftsman, it must be necessary to innovate.

Mr. z comforted himself in his heart.

Even if such comfort did not have any effect, he would feel better.

"Haha, yes, you guessed it right. The Holy Spirit really respects you very much. As long as you don't betray the Holy Spirit, you will get a lot of things as long as you want. The Holy Spirit will do its best to help you satisfy him."

Mr. z's answer to Morrison made Morrison feel a little relieved.

But there is always a sense of intuition that makes Morrison feel that the Holy Spirit is likely to be using him.

However, things without evidence cannot be said randomly. Morrison had to rub his temples and let his dizzy mind wake up a little bit.

"Tomorrow you go to Yuhui and start joining the task. There should be tasks suitable for you in the Adventurer Commission Association. Let's talk about it, what do you want to do? I will try to arrange it for you." Mr. Z. said this to Morrison, which really made Morrison a little flattered.

At the same time, Morrison was also surprised.

Morrison just looked at him tightly, and Mr. Z didn't say anything. He knew that it was useless to bother Mr. Z. Many things had to be realized by themselves.

Especially when I pay attention to my own life.

There was always a feeling that made Morrison very uneasy. He felt that the incident in Honghe Village was not over yet. The two mysterious people kept watching him in the dark.

The next day, the sun was rising soon, and the warm sun shone on the earth.

Morrison was lying lazily on the bed.

If the maid with red hair and freckles came to wake her up, she would probably have been sleeping.

Joseph and the mysterious man. He entered Morrison's memory yesterday, causing Morrison's spirit to be greatly exhausted.

But Morrison didn't know, he just felt very tired.

"What breakfast do you need?" asked Morrison, the maid with red-haired waiting for freckles who pushed the door open.

"Peak lamb stewed with peas, mashed potatoes from the dwarf plains. That's it, by the way, remember to help me get a cup of coffee without milk and caramel." Morrison said with a smile to the freckled maid on her red-haired face.

The maid nodded and went out.

There is a clock in the house given to him by Mr. Z that it has already shown that it is already 8 am.

"Oh, I've been sleeping for a long time. I don't know what's wrong. Maybe I'm too tired to train at Andrew. No, I need to react." Morrison was thinking about his own affairs.

Unexpectedly, his breakfast has arrived now.

He had to admire these people who could quickly meet all his requirements.

This made him feel that staying here is also a good choice. There is food, drink and accommodation. Is there any place more comfortable than here?

But Jasmine Sheng has now become a psychic. He always asks himself not to relax because his sequence is a craftsman, which makes him still very weak in self-protection ability.

"For your own safety, don't relax during this period." Morrison muttered.

Soon the maid served the meal.

"Please use it slowly, sir." You were very polite, and you left after bringing the meal.

Morrison thinks it's very good.
Chapter completed!