Laurent was obviously used to the feeling of standing on the stage and looking down, and even enjoyed it very much. Before posting the next content, he re-checked the situation of the big guy next to him - he kicked him hard in full view of the public.

Kick this fragile-looking glass ball!

Boom! The huge machine suspended in the air trembled violently under everyone's surprised gazes. Before Laurent could react, he actually opened his legs again and kicked it hard!

"Wow! What is he doing? This thing looks expensive... This is a waste... Will it break?"

"This seems to be [Master Craftsman's] practice before holding a press conference, because the machine he designed is absolutely perfect, and there must be no problem with a few kicks..."

"But this thing looks very unstable. It always feels like it will jump out of the box..."

But this thing finally withstood the test of Laurent's soles. It only trembled violently. The flame in the center of the glass ball seemed to be trembling painfully. There were no cracks in the thin crystal wall. The runes in the middle were wrapped in

In the middle of the flames, there is a quiet and steady engraved in the noisy and bloody air of Lost Paradise.

"This thing is quite durable!" After ravaging the machine he created himself, Laurent personally commented on his creation, "It meets the basic requirements!"

Angola just walked out of the casino and put the signature in his arms. The square was right in front of the casino. He saw a man in the center of the square kicking an expensive-looking instrument, and his heart suddenly tightened.

I walked forward quickly, wanting to find out.

"High-quality colored glaze... doesn't look cheap... What on earth is he doing!" Angola pressed forward eagerly, "What a waste of natural resources, what is the thing in the middle?"

When he saw Laurent stop, he turned to the front of the crowd and muttered a few words, but he couldn't hear them clearly. He quickly looked at the instrument he had kicked a few times and found that there were no scratches on it.

There was no accident, so I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if this thing is a piece of useless art, he believes that as long as it passes through his hands, this thing can be sold for at least fifty or sixty thousand gold coins. What's more, he can indeed be inside this giant sphere.

He sensed an indescribably huge magical power, and there was something hidden in these flames, but he couldn't think about it, didn't dare to think about it, and couldn't think about it.

Sheldon, who was not far from Angola, also noticed that something was wrong. The runes were divided into high and low levels, and the powers they held were also large and small. In the Merlin Cult, he was lucky enough to have a glimpse of the life spell on the World Tree. In fact, this

It is also a manifestation of runes

Because it is too powerful and complex, this spell is made up of powerful runes. And this life spell gave him the feeling that he could not directly study it, explore it, or even observe it directly.

Let his mind be distorted.

Although the runes in the machine do not give people such a strong sense of crisis as the life spell, the shielding quality within them still makes Sheldon faintly worried. Although the power in this kind of runes is not strong, the level of power within it is.

Already comparable to the Life Spell!

Let's continue to listen to this "toy merchant" tell his nonsense...

"Some people say that time is a river that has a long history from beginning to end; some people warned me that if you don't touch time, you will encounter great misfortune; of course, some people have been encouraging me to find myself

The first and last dream in life." Laurent's voice

Amplified through the micro-machines on his collar, everyone can hear, "This is perhaps the most outstanding work I have ever produced in my life. It controls time, or in other words, it is about to control time. It can

Allowing people to go back to the past also allows us to go to the future.”

As soon as Laurent finished speaking, there were whispers in the square, and the voices became louder and louder until they filled the entire flat square. Everyone was too shocked. This news was like dropping a drop of light on the flat ground.

A bomb. No one has ever heard that there is anything in the world that can affect time or even control it. And this magic weapon that comes out of the blue will definitely cause an uproar, and the entire Yaris power may be shuffled.

But why did he go to all the trouble to come here and announce that he had completed this instrument that was as dazzling as a shooting star?

"All my previous works are just child's play compared to this one. She is my life's masterpiece and my motivation to move forward." Laurent continued, "I call her 'eyes' and hope that she will

You can travel through the past, overlook the present, and look into the future. You may want to ask, why did you choose to release something that transcends eras at such a special time and place?"

The man who was about to reach the end of his life sighed softly, but still had a smile on his face: "I still haven't been able to find the pupil of the 'eye', and the pupil is an essential thing for observation. I found it here

The necessary materials for making pupils, I hope you can be a witness and witness the birth of a new era in which you can fully control your own destiny!"

"What are the necessary materials to make pupils? And what are the necessary conditions for the activation of 'eyes'?" Someone in the audience will obviously ask this question.

"I need the concept of 'time' itself..." Laurent's eyes suddenly looked towards the distant sky, as if he wanted to find something to pay homage to in the blue sky, "That's right...

..'Time'. It may be one day, it may be two days, it may be a week, it may be a month, but I will complete this step, absolutely!"

He finished the call categorically, and before anyone could react, he waved his hand, and the "eyes" in the sky immediately crackled into pieces, and the glazed ball in the center shrank directly into

It was as big as a fist and flew into his hand.

Before anyone could react, the famous [Master Craftsman] in Yaris had already jumped off the platform, like a rat that got into the gutter, and disappeared to nowhere.

Angola swallowed. He had not yet recovered from the huge shock. He was wondering if he could go back in time, whether he could make up for the mistakes he made back then, or dissuade himself and give up gambling early.

.....

His shoulder was touched, and Angola looked around. A man wearing the clothes of a punisher was walking past him. The chestnut wand in his hand was wiped very bright, but it still failed to cover up the faint light on it.

The smell of blood.

The punisher looked at himself deeply. Even though there was no malice in the other person's eyes, Angola still shuddered out of habit. After all, these people are all killing machines...

Sheldon passed by Angora and finally looked back towards the stage. The huge instrument invented by Laurent was still vivid in his mind. He seemed to still be able to see the illusory outline floating in the air. He returned to

In the hotel where Anthony was staying, he told the fat man in charge of Lost Paradise everything about the incident, but he didn't expect that the other person's expression was so wonderful.

Anthony's face was like a very flexible balloon that had been pierced by a dull knife. A little sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and his lips were red and purple. His eyeballs were rotating rapidly like his brain. Faced with such a sudden

One move, he had to come up with a countermeasure.

"What's your name?" Anthony asked Sheldon, but unexpectedly the bell above his head rang, making the situation very awkward.

He angrily tore off the bell that kept swinging above his head, threw it to the bottom of his feet, and crushed it to pieces.

"Sheldon Marquez."

"Go and monitor that damn craftsman. If anything unusual happens, tell me immediately!"

The situation is going beyond Anthony's imagination. Because of the appearance of the [Master Craftsman], the entire structure of Lost Paradise will change drastically. Under this storm, even though he is huge, he may not be able to stand still.

But at this moment, a face that shouldn't have appeared in front of him was floating above Anthony. The man's mouth opened and closed stiffly, and a slightly tired voice flowed from his mouth. This was just a simple projection technique.

, can convey what one person wants to say to someone not far away.

"Fat man, my sword has been exported. Go to the warehouse and find me a replacement."
Chapter completed!