Ridley is not a hunter, nor is he a cat who likes to play with his prey. The slow posture reflected in his fishy yellow eyes on the ground is not a mockery of Vita's struggle. In other words, his leisurely attitude is all a pretense.

from.

It's just because he can't move quickly in such an environment.

Another ball of clothing that originally belonged to Vita appeared on the ground, this time it was his shirt. Even if it was just lying on the ground, the bulge caused was not even 5 centimeters. But Ridley wanted to use his nanometer-calculated

The sharp blade cut the shirt open, opening up a gentle path before continuing forward.

Since Ridley thought he had been exposed, there was no need to maintain his artificial leisure. He still maintained precise movements through the two-piece shirt, but after a few steps, his precise movements

Some of the previous carelessness has been restored.

Then, the degree of friction between the mechanical joints in his body increased slightly, and the heat accumulated, almost sparking.

Sparks? There is still a lot of water and gas around here.

Cold sweat instantly dripped from Ridley's forehead. He immediately slowed down his pace, lowered his sickle, and used his left hand to carefully pull the back collar of his clothes.

The brass heat dissipation valve was exposed from the back of Ridley's neck, and a small puff of steam took away the excess heat in his body. The old professor's transformation was different from the attacks that Vita had encountered in the imperial capital.

Because of his blessing, Ridley is quite rough with his body. He can maintain himself no matter how he modifies it, and sometimes he doesn't even bother to polish his joints.

A long time ago, when he, Asley and Ruoke worked side by side to explore the surrounding area with Hereford as the center, the latter had extremely hated doing missions that required stealth with Ridley. After all, Ridley's whole body would creak when he moved.

The sound can be heard clearly even if it is hundreds of meters away, alarming the target they are aiming for in vain.

These decades have passed. The old professor has long stopped taking risks with Ruoke and Asli. The joints in his body have been gradually rubbed smooth over the years. The partners have broken up with each other, and then even yin and yang are separated. Ridley put down his clothes and collar,

The hand covered his face again. He still clearly remembered Ruoke's complaints about his sudden appearance that disrupted the entire sneak attack plan, lingering in his ears as if it happened yesterday. In comparison, Ruoke

After completely degenerating into Stephanie's executioner, their quarrels and ruptures seemed so vague, as if they had never happened.

The joints had finished cooling down while Ridley was standing there. He put his hands down from his face and had already calmed down. But Roark's figure was frozen in front of Ridley's eyes. To be precise, it was

It cannot be dispelled from his retina no matter what.

Ridley was still moving forward and rubbed his eyes. Rook's figure was still there. As his eyes moved, Rook's figure also moved. Until the figure stood in a corner again, pointing to a ball of clothes on the ground.

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The old professor was silent, and the scythe moved. Sure enough, he hit something under the ball of clothes. It was probably a small gadget like a stationery cup. If Ridley was annoyed by the clothes that appeared repeatedly before, he gave up his guard and stepped on it.

If he puts on this clothes, he may get caught, which will cause his body to lose balance, increase the range of movements, and have to spend more time to cool down his body.

Hell, did Vita even notice how often his body needed to cool down? Ridley smiled bitterly, rolled his eyes again, and grinned at Rook who only existed in his retina: "You are the one reminding me.

eh, old man?"

Of course, Roark, who was just hallucinating, would not answer. Ridley shook his head. He was a little confused whether he had just discovered Weta's trap because of his own judgment or if his old friend was really showing up.

…

"Vita, what should we do if Ridley really fired a spark in his body just now and blew us all up into the sky?"

Abby supported Vita, and the progress of the umbilical cord repair was somewhat gratifying. At least in addition to nutrition, there was still some room to convey the little girl's dissatisfaction. Vita finally regained some strength from this.

"That can only count us as unlucky." Vita replied. He had almost stripped off his clothes and supported the wall. Next to him was the training room where the entrance door had been removed. And there were several large ones, symbolizing a large amount of fresh air breathing holes.

, there was no door on the wall but it stood in it alluringly, but Vita didn't even look at it.

Ridley's heavy footsteps were behind him, with a thumping sound. Abby was still throwing her eyeballs back and forth as a warning and detection. Vita poked the umbilical cord and passed her thoughts to Abby: "Mary's training

How is the room? It should be easy to find traps using the method I just taught you..."

"You only taught me less than 3 minutes," Abby replied, pondering for a moment. She took off her coat and covered Vita: "Well, there are a few places where it's obvious that Ridley didn't think about it at all.

Hide these traps."

Vita nodded. The coat was like a shawl. He listened to Ridley's footsteps: "Do you want to choose between my training room and Mary's training room? Well, this should be the last one."

…

Under the witness of Ruoke, Ridley was looking forward to what choice Vita would make. Should he use those doors that were not installed on the wall to get around? Or use the basic tools in Marilyn's training room?

Unusable body?

Ruoke was shaking his head in his eyes, as if to remind Ridley that he had made an omission. The old professor was silent for a moment, and chuckled at the place where there was no one at all: "Old man, you don't want to say that Vita wants to take advantage of

The acid pool in Marilyn's training room, right? After bringing me in, he tried to get some sparks to explode, and then he lay down in the acid pool to avoid the flames, just like he brought down the rat dragon in the industrial area.

That time?"

"Roke" didn't move, and Ridley was still talking to himself: "No, it's impossible, how could it be possible? The depth of the acid pool can only cover the soles of the feet, and it's useless to lie down in it. Is there anything else missing?

Is there something missing? Old man, please help me think about it?"

"Ruoke" finally moved, just making a crescent moon shape and a sword shape with his hand.

...How do human hands draw such complicated meanings? Ridley didn't see it clearly, but he smiled: "Are you reminding me to pay attention to the Moonlight Sword? Don't worry, its fragments have been sealed by me, a little bit.

There is no impact.”

"Rook" didn't seem to agree, which made Ridley a little irritated: "Damn traitor, it's not your turn to point fingers in front of me. I'm telling you, I...you...go, go, hurry up

Get out of here, don't block my way!"

There was anger in the old professor's voice, and finally it was almost like a roar. His movements began to become disturbed, and every step he took frightened someone who was peeping. Soon, Ridley rushed to the door of the training room

, the movements are no longer as cautious as before.

His movements were getting faster and faster. His joints were creaking again, but he finally stopped suddenly.

In front of him, there was a small figure blocking his way.

It was Abby. Abby seemed dissatisfied with being pushed out suddenly. She put the small door of the photo frame in front of her face, moved it slightly, and curled her lips: "Sorry, Professor. Someone in the training room asked me to come out.

Remind you to calm down, otherwise we will all be blown up to the sky. Also..."

Abby tilted her head, but cautiously said: "The target of your revenge does not include me, right?"

"...Not included," Ridley exhaled: "But please step aside a little, I need to cut the umbilical cord between you and Vita."

Abby took two steps back expressionlessly, then suddenly turned back and rushed towards Marilyn's training room.

Ridley stopped, and this time "Rook" didn't give him any hint. But out of some kind of matryoshka-like suspicion, he turned his head and saw an umbilical cord sticking out of Vita's training room, which seemed to be connected continuously.

To Abby who has just entered Marilyn's training room.

...No, wait, is this fake? Ridley wonders, what is Vita's plan? Is this umbilical cord a cover-up to doubt him?

Hey, so what if it's a blind trick? You won't suffer any loss if you cut it off. Ridley shook his head, raised the sickle, and waved it gently. But at this moment, he heard a rush of footsteps suddenly coming from Marilyn's training room, wasn't it?

Abby's, judging from the loudness and frequency brought about by the stride, looks like an adult.

It was Vita Ridley who turned around, but was horrified.
Chapter completed!