"Dear Mr. Steve, it is a pleasure to work with you in the containment of SCP-096. We have prepared some things for you that will be of interest to you. Take your pick. "

The Foundation's loudspeakers were as loud as ever, echoing in the small temporary exhibition hall.

Steve glanced at the dazzling array of containers in front of him, which contained all sorts of metals that he had never seen before, and even a small stone called a diamond, which was completely different from the diamond armor on his body.

But Steve noticed a strange booth in the midst of the metal.

A

nondescript capsule was placed on the red cushion, but the name tag on the side caught Steve's attention, and he strode towards the booth, which read: SCP-500.

He asked, "What is this?".

There was some regret coming from the loudspeaker

"Mr. Steve really knows the goods, it's an SCP containment, codenamed SCP-500, commonly known as a panacea, which can cure diseases!".

After speaking, the man on the other side of the horn crossed his hands on his hips, ready to wait for Steve's surprise voice. This is the biggest price that the Foundation can afford to win over Steve, and for an ancient person like Steve, whose initial judgment is still in the feudal era, can cure all diseases, what a temptation!

The man was originally opposed, he felt that treating Steve as he was the African chief of the year, giving him some glass, matches, and lighters would be enough to win him over, but it was the decision of the council to pay the panacea, and he had no right to change it.

It's a little more surprising, and it makes me high, in short, a little fun!

The man waited, only to see Steve lean closer to the capsule and look at it, then pursed his lips disdainfully and straightened up:

"Oh, that's it. "

A condensed version of milk, and Steve's cow didn't do much to him.

Steve turned to look at something else.

Man: "???

".

"That's it?".

Dr. Garner plucked out his ear, suspecting he had misheard.

The treasures of the Foundation, which can cure all diseases and allow a person to unconditionally restore their health, were evaluated by a primitive person as "That's it?".

Dr. Garner is not a cautious person like Christina, who has always been known for his aggressive research style within the Foundation, and has proposed over a hundred termination options for experiments with the immortal lizard SCP-682 alone.

Although all of them failed, his unfriendly attitude towards SCP containment had spread throughout the Foundation Council, and for safety reasons, he was transferred out of the area associated with 682 and placed in Sector 13 as a researcher in the [Non-Hazardous SCP Containment Area].

After all, Sector 13 is the

safest place to be, and under the leadership of Regional Director Black, Sector 13 is responsible for containing a large number of containment objects that are not dangerous or temporarily not dangerous, and the Foundation has transferred Garner here to reduce his hostility towards SCPs without wasting his talents.

But Steve's words undoubtedly infuriated the proud doctor.

He pursed his lips disdainfully, already mentally classifying Steve as a hillbilly.

- I don't even know what illness is, but simply believe that this is God's punishment for illiteracy.

Since Steve was not interested in the panacea, it was impossible for Dr. Garner to sell this already somewhat in-demand material, so he beckoned to the people around him and said

"You're here watching our guests, I still have experiments to do, go first, and report any problems to me immediately. "

"Understood!".

...

At the same time, Steve in the audience didn't know that the communicator above had changed.

He strode around the exhibition room, his eyes scanning one strange object after another, but he didn't find what he was looking for.

It's the same thing as the tin box out there.

That thing is a taxi.

Steve couldn't help but sigh, in fact, he didn't have much hope, he just caught an enderman, he just made a small contribution, such a small feat, even if the Foundation wants to maintain long-term cooperation and intends to make three percent of his profits, how can he give himself such a great invention?

Looks like you'll have to raise the price.

Steve casually took an ancient book from the booth that looked a little old, he had always been a character who did not suffer losses, even if he had to increase the price and retrade, he still had to receive this payment.

Books are not too precious in Steve's world, but they are also treasure-level compared to gold, silver and iron, and it may take more time than digging diamonds in the magma layer to kill cattle and cut bamboos to create an enchantment table library capable of level 30 high-level enchantment.

Although Steve already has an enchantment table, he still knows the importance of books. Reading is the ladder of the cube man's progress, and this book always gives him a kind breath, according to Steve's judgment, this book must not be ordinary!

Isn't it what kind of infinite fire bolt power, endurance of the sea's favor, plundering fortune, the ultimate enchanted book?

ps: Guess why I took the name (manual dog head, updated tomorrow).

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One author: "I've always felt that if you enchant it, the helmet must have underwater breathing and underwater digging, and the boots must have fall protection and deep sea explorers. Other brainless heap protection. "

Steve: "Do you know enchantment, or do I understand enchantment, just practice more dishes, you rookie." "

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