"Major General Murong." The voice coming from outside the door was not familiar, but it was something Murong Yanxing had heard.

It's that!

The mixed-race boy always follows Li Zhantian.

Murong Yanxing raised his eyebrows: "Come in directly, my door is not closed."

Oster pushed open the door and walked in.

He did not come with Li Zhantian, but was alone.

This is called Murong Yanxing and I can't help but feel a little strange.

Oster held a record book in one hand and a pen in the other, looking a bit like a researcher in the past.

"Hello, Major General Murong, I am Oster, you should still remember me."

"Of course, you are Li Zhantian's adjutant..." Murong Yanxing said.

Oster raised a finger and shook it gently, "Major General Murong, you are wrong. My relationship with Li Zhantian is not directly related to superiors and subordinates."

"Oh?!" Murong Yanxing was not interested in what his relationship with Li Zhantian was.

But I still didn't expect that I guessed wrongly.

"My relationship with Li Zhantian is considered a cooperative relationship other than friends... Specifically... If Major General Murong wants to know in the future, I will chat with you slowly when you go out."

"Are you considered a foreigner? Mandarin is very fluent." Murong Yanxing didn't care about Oster's origin.

"Half and half." Oster opened the booklet in his hand and continued, "Major General Murong, your blood test... In fact, it was not just this time. The last time, I also tested your blood after you were injured in the First Army."

"Oh?!What is it?" In fact, Murong Yanxing knew that nothing could be found just by his blood.

Oster said while brushing something on the paper with a brush, “All is about anything in your blood.”

“Isn’t that great?”

"No, if there is nothing in your blood, it will make people feel strange." Oster paused for a moment and continued, "There is only one explanation, that is, 'Izumo' has become one with you."

Oster frowned, as if he was not satisfied with what he wrote on the paper. He tore it off and grabbed it into a ball, holding it in the palm of his hand.

He raised his head and looked at Murong Yanxing: "If your body is well integrated with Izumo, it may not be a good thing for you."

"You mean..." Murong Yanxing seemed to have caught Oster's words

"Major General Murong, you will be a successful test piece. You, including your children, will become the target of many people who hope to get the power of "Izumo"." Oster glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's time for five minutes, I hope these five minutes will be useful to you."

Oster stood up straight, raised his hand, and saluted Murong Yanxing.

When he put down his hand, just as soon as the ball of paper that had been pinched in his palm, he followed the

A very small piece of paper, except for Murong Yanxing sitting on the sofa, even if it is monitored, he cannot detect such a small place.

Murong Yan remained calm, but he felt confused in his heart.

Of course he knew that this could not be a note that Oster accidentally left behind. Could it be... he came in to pass on something like this to himself?
Chapter completed!