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The messenger became distressed, and Kong slowly explained to him, and also explained to the others in Yiting at the same time:

"Its advantage lies in this. It does not require a memory-based power generation container, has a longer shelf life, and is easy to mass produce..."

The expression on Kong's face beneath the mask at this moment had a hint of a great devil trying to deceive humans:

"I remember that Yiting's light cone products are all refined, right? Because the destiny power you can mobilize is limited, with the mind unit to create a new light cone, the destiny energy consumption of the container can be replaced by material consumption, and this container will not take away your 'irreplaceable' work, which is the process of screening and packaging memories."

"Please wait while I ask for instructions...!"

The messenger shuddered for a moment, and quickly gave a reply: "...Yiting is willing to try to issue a portion of the light cones packaged in the containers you provided, and pay the patent fee based on the sales volume...but why are you obsessed with mass production? The purpose of our control of the circulation of light cones is to prevent the overflow of memory and lead to loss of control, and the mass production plan you provided will...will make you attract unfriendly looks."

She said with a little concern: "Yiting is not afraid of the incinerator, but Dr. Kong, even if you have the blessing of the Star God, you can easily be targeted by those guys lurking in the dark."

"But you'll protect me, won't you?"

Sora crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "I think that a large force that can form a monopoly in a certain field will definitely find ways to protect its own developers."

He got to the point and said, "Little girl, although you sound quite naive, I think your fighting ability is not low, right? You should be able to deal with those extremists, or you should be a combat expert in some aspect. Yi Ting sent you here to prevent me from being ambushed by the incinerator."

"...Have you figured this out?"

The messenger's fear of the air was transformed into even greater curiosity after a few words of analysis.

"As expected of a member of the Genius Club... Lord Fu Li's interest in your memory has not yet reached the Incinerator... So they will definitely send someone here. We risked a grudge with the Black Tower and the company to contact you as soon as possible in order to prevent them from taking advantage of the time difference and misleading you..."

After confirming Kong's guess, she asked again in confusion: "But my Lord... I still can't understand why you care so much about the mass production of the Light Cone, including the mixture. It's obvious that if you create elite followers and condense the scale of your organization, it will be easier to control."

"You have been dealing with Interstellar Peace Company for so many years, but you still don't understand the importance of seizing the market?"

Kong said angrily, "I hope to cooperate with a force that can create a monopoly - the more jerk and overbearing, the bigger the better."

58. I don’t want to forget anymore

"Oh~ This is terrible~ How can this red pepper stew be so delicious~"

The messenger, who had agreed with Kong to meet again later, left. The people around her, who seemed to have lost a part of their perception, were still eating noisily, including March Seven, who had no idea what was happening.

Perhaps it was the fall of Akivali that caused Kaituo's power to be born with a different fate and could not protect March's memory, or it could be that March's nerves were too strong for Kaituo to save... The only unlucky guy who was isolated from the conversation actually shared his food experience with Befa in a very serious manner:

"The version made by the conductor is a little more plain, but this one has some red wine added to enhance the flavor. Would you like to try it, Belfa? Hmm? Why are you all looking at me? Did I eat too fast and get some on my face?"

Sanyue quickly picked up the napkin and wiped her little face, then put on a flawless smile again: "What now?"

Forget it, just be cute.

Kong turned his head away and ignored the pink-haired girl who was being stared at by the other female companions with subtle glances. While stirring the thick soup, he was thinking about how the company would react after he got in touch with Yi Ting.

Perhaps more attention will be paid to the investment in the Black Tower Space Station, after all, it is the only confirmed resting point for the train.

Then he had to consider another request from the Rememberer... which was to discuss with Ji Zi whether the messenger could be allowed to board the car and stay overnight.

They have to follow Kong all the way to collect memories and protect Kong from being tampered with. Given the amount of memory Kong has, it would be a huge project to back up all of it, and some memories may not be allowed to be seen by Yi Ting and Fu Li.

According to the messenger, even if Kong asked Ji Zi for her consent to get on the bus, she would seal Ji Zi's memory afterwards. This was their bottom line, but Kong's attitude was also tough and clear. No matter how many times Yi Ting sealed Ji Zi's memory, he would ask for permission, and as long as Ji Zi asked, he would never lie.

Yi Ting had no choice but to agree, and the higher-ups' compromise also made the messenger a little resentful.

"Doctor Kong... you are really keen on increasing my workload... Let me make it clear first. Although I am a Memoryer with certain combat capabilities in the Memory Court, you must not assume that I will take action in everything... When a Memoryer takes action on a memory, there are many rules, and they adhere to the principle of neutrality--"

She complained like this when she left, but her steps seemed quite brisk. Perhaps it was because she had reached an agreement and her connection with Sora had raised her rank in the Memory Court?

"You are indeed very good at negotiation. You were able to control Yi Ting even when there was insufficient information."

Haiya, who had just started to use the knife, sighed.

"It's because they need my help, and I made some concessions. My goal is simpler, which is to strengthen the forces of order that have a good impression of me, so that they can ask for help when they need it in the future."

Sora raised his bracelet and used the pocket money given by Esta to pay for the bill for this table -

As if remembering that a certain pink-haired girl was at risk of having her memory blocked by Yi Ting, Hol Haiya switched to the link and continued the conversation with him:

"What if the other party is ungrateful?"

"Isn't that a common thing? I don't ask them to remember my kindness, just don't take advantage of me. When the time comes, the investment will be wasted."

The empty indifference is filled with sadness that cannot be explained to outsiders.

"Ah~ Sora, you're already married? I wanted to treat Kaiya and Sister Eula to a formal meal!"

While listening to Befa explaining how to make authentic English-style Burgundy beef stew, March slowly discovered something wrong. For example, her stew had been almost eaten up, but the food of everyone else seemed to have been left untouched.

Well, except for Paimon, whose plates were as shiny as her face, reflecting the color of the ceiling.

"It's okay. Just consider it as your invitation. I will exploit you back when the time comes."

Sora joked viciously.

"Wow... I'm so scared."

March cooperated very well and made a cowering motion, then moved closer to Befa and picked up the camera.

But the moment she saw her camera, her playful expression froze and she slowly frowned:

"…something's wrong. With so many people coming out for a meal, I would definitely think of taking a photo before using the fork. Why did I forget today?"

"Is it because the food is so delicious?" Beifa tried to make Sanyue not care, but failed:

"...No, my memory of the period before the food was served seems a little fuzzy...Do you guys have the same feeling? Oh, I can't remember clearly from the moment you said you wanted to treat that potential partner to a meal...!"

Sanyue became more and more confused, and his expression gradually turned solemn.

It was the first time that Sora saw such a solemn emotion on her face.

It is said that the outbursts of honest people are the most terrifying - in the same way, if a girl who is cheerful every day suddenly becomes gloomy, you have to consider whether she has encountered something disgusting that has crossed her bottom line.

"I...I lost my memory?"

"...No, your memory was just blurred by the guy I just talked to. It should only be limited to the time of meal."

Sora had no choice but to explain: "She doesn't want anyone to know she was here except me."

"I see... Then don't ask me to come with you next time you see her. I hate the feeling of having my memory blurred and disappearing."

Sanyue also rarely looked serious and reminded Kong: "There's no need for me to deal with a girl who doesn't want people to remember her, right?"

"…Um, sorry, Mitsuki-chan, I didn't think it through this time."

Sora took the initiative to take the blame on himself.

Everyone has their own weak spot. Now it seems that all of March's memories before she was sealed by the Six-phase Ice have been lost, making her very afraid of losing these precious memories she has now.

"...Sora, your expression when you apologized was exactly the same as Uncle Yang's...I suddenly believe that you two are the same age..."

After feeling the sincerity in Kong's apology, Sanyue's frown slowly relaxed: "I should be the one apologizing... I shouldn't be so mean to you... It's because I didn't make it clear in advance. This must have been a surprise to you."

"Peers...ah, let's not talk about that for now. What kind of compensation do you want? Sanyue, just think of it as me trying to help you recreate some good memories." Sora said in his best possible voice.

"If you just deliberately pursue beautiful memories, sometimes you won't get them. Hmm, let me think. Come on, everyone, come over and take another picture! It's just to celebrate Belfa's promotion to dining car manager!"

She raised the camera again, and her chest flew up along with her flamboyant limbs.

Seeing her making a fuss again, Kong silently erased the label of "silly girl" that he had attached to her in his mind, and replaced it with "sensitive" and "delicate".

59. Humph, you want to escape?

After coaxing Sanyue, Kong first helped the girls carry their bags back to the car, and then comforted each person individually before taking Paimon to meet the place agreed with the messenger.

In the Black Tower Space Station, his current level of authority is quite high. He had previously applied to Ester for an unused warehouse to be used as his private laboratory. Even if he messed around in it or received rememberers, no one would ask.

"I originally wanted to stay on the train..." The Rememberer appeared from the mirror prepared by Sora and complained slightly: "If I can't act with you, it will be difficult to protect you and collect your memories."

"Mitsuki is a little wary of you. Since Mitsuki can't accept you, Jizi will most likely not agree to let you get on the train. I won't do anything sneaky to my own people, nor will I allow my collaborators to conflict with the allies on the other side."

Kong said calmly:

"Has Yi Ting done anything hateful before? I asked Heita indirectly, and she said that you are not well received in the Near Galaxy..."

"Legal memorizers are different from memory thieves and incinerators. Many people can't tell the difference between memory believers..."

When it comes to this topic, the messenger is in a low mood and doesn't want to talk about it:

"Dr. Kong... this is different from what we agreed on. I need to be close to you to help you guard against those extremists..."

"Don't worry - I have a synesthesia telemetry device issued by the club. If you want to follow me, just memeify and follow the synesthesia telemetry device to find me, but once I get on the car, you have to cut off the memetic transmission -"

Sora offered a compromise.

"Eh!! But isn't that a gift from Master Boshi to the envoy?"

"Strictly speaking, it's a gift between club members, and it just has the function of contacting the Master of Knowledge. I don't use this thing very often on a daily basis - and of course I can use it however I want when it comes to me, and there's no conflict between you and the Master of Knowledge."

Kong ignored the messenger's surprise. In his opinion, there was no need for the other party to be afraid of offending Master Bo Shi. Even the star gods knew that they should cooperate to continue to fulfill their destiny, so why were mortals being so pretentious?

"But I also need a fixed location to set up the Garden of Oblivion project. If it's not on the train..."

"As soon as I have time, I will come back to this lab to see you specifically and help you copy your memories. You can set up the Garden of Oblivion here."

As he spoke, Sora moved the dressing mirror used to deliver the messenger meme to a corner.

"Don't worry, Kong has a way to quickly travel between various places on the continent. Ah, did I let something slip?"

Paimon was about to explain to the confused messenger when he suddenly remembered something. He quickly covered his mouth and looked at Sora with an apologetic look on his face.

"It's okay. In order to meet the agreement, we must tell her about the anchoring. But you also have to be careful not to let everyone know about it. I don't want to run a courier, and I don't want to be blamed. Do you understand?"

Sora raised a finger and poked Paimon's little head.

"Uh-huh!"

Paimon and the messenger quickly reached an agreement with Kong.

"Now let's try the Garden of Oblivion you mentioned."

"Okay, because deep memories are always related to conflicts, we plan to copy the associated memories by recalling the battle—"

"Why is this the same fucking method as the simulated universe? Don't you have a gentler way to back up memories and collect data?"

After hearing the explanation from the Rememberer, Sora was in agony:

In reality, I chopped from the north to the south of the space station. It would be fine if I chopped all the way, but I also had to make a simulated universe memory copy and chopped again in different places. If I keep going like this, sooner or later I will attract the thing on the brass throne -

"I'm very sorry! We can only do this due to technical limitations. If you don't want to recall too many conflicts at once, we will try to 'frame' them in sections!"

The messenger bowed repeatedly: "The closer the memory is to the outbreak of the conflict, the more unforgettable it is. We cannot change it!"