Max and the Mechanical Army Chapter 145

Watteau.

The female reporter from the Watteau Daily looked at the old man in front of her. Although she believed in the prophet, she couldn't help but waver at this moment. Wolfe did not become an involuntary human puppet as the outside world said. He looked very healthy. There was a rare bit of blood on his shriveled face. His eyes were bright, as if something good had happened. He enthusiastically invited her to sit down.

There was a special floral scent in the reception room, and the female reporter flattered: "Your indoor incense is really special, what is it?"

"Black tulip, also known as the Queen of the Night." Wolfe laughed, "I still have a lot of seeds. If you like, you can take some away."

The female reporter noticed his smile and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. It was not a polite social smile. His eyes were relaxed and the light reflected in his eyeballs was like a handful of broken gold, actually jumping slightly, as if a long-cherished wish had come true and he was suddenly filled with joy. For some reason, people couldn't help but feel happy with him when they saw it.