Chapter 88 2 God Chapter Biology Chats About People

Chapter 88 2 God Chapter Biology Chats About People

Chapter 88 Two Mythical Creatures Chatting About People

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Round Tower, inside the chief's room.

The "shadow" that monitored Derrick throughout the entire process described the entire incident in detail. Colin Iliad, who had gray hair and a scar on his face, listened quietly and nodded slightly:

"Derrick or Amon did make preparations in advance. The candles engraved with symbolic symbols, the evil object that could expose Dak's problem, the whispered prayers under the pretext of pouring water, and the final sacrificial ceremony to send the object away all show that the whole thing is developing according to his plan."

"Two questions. First, who does the hidden symbol on the candle point to? Amon himself or the spirit behind him? Second, why would Amon rather not have this clone and expose the abnormality of the exploration team? Is it because he and the one behind the curtain are mortal enemies? Then why did he stay quietly in the City of Silver for forty-two years?"

"Could it be that he predicted this event in advance, so he deliberately met the previous exploration team and let his clones reside in their bodies to destroy the plot of the one behind the veil? This is the reason for the forty-two years of waiting?"

Hearing the chief's question, the "shadow" monitor suddenly said with enlightenment: "Maybe it's true!"

"Mr. Chief, think about it. Why did Amon wait patiently for forty-two years, but suddenly let Yudel lose control after Yudel was locked up next to him? Because the time in the prophecy is about to come, he is eager to change a parasitic object that can move freely to destroy the plot of the one behind the curtain!"

"Indeed, we only thought that there was something wrong with Derrick and didn't consider the timing."

Silver City "Chief" Colin responded thoughtfully.

The Shadow Monitor immediately said, "Mr. Chief, please immediately control all members of this exploration team. There is definitely something wrong with them! And Elder Lovia, there is a high possibility that she has also been contaminated!"

Colin frowned slightly and said, "Before you reported this matter, even before Dak left, Lovia came to me and told me that she suspected that the members of the exploration team were contaminated by something. She suggested that we secretly monitor them and let them guard the inverted mausoleum of Elder Harvik if necessary."

Harvick was the former "chief" of Silver City. He built a mausoleum for himself deep underground. Afterwards, he lived in it and appeared less and less. Eventually, the door was closed and could never be opened again.

"Has Elder Lovia mentioned the anomaly long ago?" The Shadow Monitor asked in astonishment. After receiving a positive answer, he whispered half-confusedly and half-relaxedly, "It's good that Elder Lovia is fine."

"I have sent people to control the members of the exploration team, but we cannot ignore other possibilities."

"By the way, is there anything wrong with the Skolds?"

"No." The monitor shook his head quickly. "They have been living a normal life, hunting and patrolling. Their child is still growing fast. According to the doctor, the child is almost four months old now."

"okay, I get it."

“Chief” Colin exhaled, “Let Avro come over, I will interrogate Derrick Berg with her.”

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Lovia sat in silence in her room, holding the skull tightly in her hands, as if she wanted to get some warmth from it.

She thought that she must have made a wrong judgment. The food was not a gift from God, nor was it the same thing as the mural that allowed her to gain faith but retain her sanity. Her team members had indeed become compatriots, but at the same time they seemed to have lost a lot of things, such as self and reason... They were no longer themselves. This method was wrong. This was not the right way to communicate with the Lord, nor could it smoothly spread faith. Instead, more than a dozen young people died in vain in their own mistakes.

I made a mistake, I killed them. Lovia slowly lowered her head, buried her face in the shadows, and hugged her husband's skull tightly.

But after dozens of seconds, she raised her head again with a firm look in her eyes.

The verdict of the six-member council had not yet arrived, and she still had some things to do. She had to inform the great Lord of the information about the mysterious existence. She put the skull aside and broke her left hand with her right hand. The flesh and blood squirmed and tried to reconnect. She silently recited the prayer she had just heard from Dak through flesh magic and mysticism, while breaking the fingers of her left hand one by one.

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Backlund, Aurora Society base, inside the underground temple.

Mr. A, wearing a black robe with a hood, knelt quietly in front of the inverted giant statue for a long time without moving. This is his daily evening prayer. After finishing a day's work, he will come here on time, think and be silent for a long time under the statue of the Lord, seeking inner peace.

The tragic failure last week forced him to rest for two days, but fortunately he missed the first outstanding employee commendation meeting of the Aurora Club, so he didn't have to see Z's grinning face. After being able to get out of bed, A secretly swore that he must be the first this month! He must be the first in the future! He will not let Z get lucky again! The Lord's talisman must belong to him!
Suddenly, he tilted his ear, as if listening to something.

After a brief pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands and tore off his right index finger with his left palm.

His body trembled violently, as if he was being shaken by an invisible person.

In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and wrote words on the ground with the blood from his wound.

Those words were not the giant language or dragon language that could move the power of nature, nor were they the Hermetic language used for sacrifices, but the most common and ordinary Rune language. The bright red color quickly condensed, and those words pieced together into several paragraphs:

"turn up:
“A fool who is not of this age;
“The mysterious master above the gray fog;

“The yellow and black king who controls good luck.

"The faithful and believers are in Backlund."

As the "divine revelation" came to an end, Mr. A stopped trembling, and a brand new finger began to grow out of the wound.

He lowered his head and looked carefully at the words he had just written, the corners of his mouth rising slightly in the shadows.

"I will only obey your oracle!" Mr. A prostrated himself on the ground humbly, as if he had found the meaning of his existence again.

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Amon played with the Rubik's Cube with great interest.

Although he could see the fastest way to restore the puzzle at a glance with his ability as a code solver, he was now learning how to have fun from monotonous behavior, so he selectively forgot the solution he had just solved, twisted the Rubik's Cube one by one, restored the first side unskillfully, and thought hard about how to restore the second side. There was no plastic in this world, the Rubik's Cube was made of metal, which was heavy in the hand, and there was obvious resistance to turning the cubes one by one when twisting it, and the clicking sound of the mechanical bearings turning sounded very stress-relieving.

After finally finishing the first and second sides, Amon suddenly found that the corner of the first side had turned to the corner of the other side. If he put it back, the second side he had just completed would be back to the original state. Amon was stunned. Amon thought that this was also part of learning. Amon thought hard and scratched his head. Amon's thinking was fruitless, but he didn't want to see the standard answer he had deciphered, so he picked up the hammer.

"That was the second Rubik's Cube invented by Emperor Roselle."

Edward discovered Amon's attempt to cheat and reminded him coldly, "The first one was destroyed in the fire, and the third one was kept by the Church of Steam. He only made three of them himself, and only the second one that was lost is sought after. The current auction price of the second Rubik's Cube is about two million pounds, which is enough to buy a Sequence 3 Beyonder characteristic."

“Is this worth me?” Amon reluctantly put down the hammer. “It can’t steal, and it doesn’t have any extraordinary properties. It’s not even a Sealed Object. Something that’s only two hundred years old has been hyped up to a sky-high price because of its added meaning. Human values ​​are really hard to understand.”

After saying that, he put down the Rubik's Cube, stood up, stretched, walked to the bed and looked out: "I was imprisoned by you for 158 years. After I came out, I felt that the world didn't change much. There are just a few more people, the factory is a little bigger, and even the layout of the newspaper has not changed. There is no interesting news here. I want to go back to your throne and continue to study the history and culture of the Old Era and the real game."

"If you're so greedy for my console and switch, just switch to Ancient Scholar and play some historical projection."

"That's only fifteen minutes."

Amon pinched his eye sockets and sat down on the windowsill of the bay window, half of his body leaning against the glass, looking down and far away at the streets and people in Cherwood District. The sky was almost always covered with yellow-gray haze, which was composed of dust from incompletely burned coal and various chemical products, and was the culprit for the lower life expectancy of Backlund's population.

The sun's hazy white light was faintly visible behind the haze. It was not much brighter at nine in the morning than in the evening. The white marble exterior walls and the spire that reached up to the sky of the Holy Wind Cathedral could be seen from afar. "Fifteen minutes is not enough for me to defeat a boss. I heard that some cathedrals of the Storm Church have gaps in certain places to simulate the sound of wind and waves, just like the echo in a conch shell. I don't know if it's true."

“There is indeed such a process.”

Edward naturally took up this abrupt turn of topic: "They also make irregular pearls and conch shells into amulets. Storms and the sea are always closely related, and the carrier can reflect the violence of the wind."

"In ancient times, when humans could not control thunder and lightning, long wooden boxes containing iron balls were used in churches. The sound of the iron balls rolling, combined with the natural echo and amplification effects in the church, was used to simulate thunder."

Amon showed an expression of "I see" and "This is really interesting", and it seems that he really wants to go to a church and take a look.

After a moment, he said, "I still have no interest in humans. Even though I know that kindness is beautiful and that gentleness and mercy can help people gain connections and praise, I still can't relate to them."

"What's the point of all that praise? Suppose there is a good person, then there are two possibilities for this good person, one is seeking fame and reputation, and the other is so-called innate kindness. If he is seeking fame and reputation, then I think it's understandable, after all, when humans promote virtues, there is a saying that 'people must live for themselves'. But if that person is a good person by nature, even if it's just the kind of goodness of 'if I have ten soles, I will give one sole to others, and don't ask for anything in return', such a kind poor person, or even a kind ordinary person, should find it difficult to live to grow up, right?"

"Ah."

Edward listened to the typist's comments. Of course, he was no longer dressed like a typist. He wore the classic wizard robes and pointed wide-brimmed hat that Ammon always liked, but he changed the frame of his monocle to a new style with hollow gold carving and wing-shaped decoration, which looked noble, elegant and fashionable.

Edward poured himself a cup of hot milk, and Amon naturally stole it, so Edward poured himself another cup. During this process, He suddenly closed his eyes, spent two seconds listening to something, then showed a puzzled expression, and couldn't help but sneered.

"Of course, my father said there are always exceptions to everything, so I won't say it too hard. So, if there really is a good person, then this person must at least be born in a family with a certain level of economic ability, be able to survive on his own, and not have to worry about starving to death because of his kindness because all his bread is taken away, or being hated by the people he helped because of his kindness when he runs out of money one day... Then kindness seems to be linked to wealth, status, and power, but isn't this the opposite in the secular world? Human nature is probably self-contradictory, so I don't understand it at all, and I don't want to understand it."

Amon touched the small wings on his monocle and the sapphire hanging on the gold chain, and was very satisfied with his own aesthetic taste.

He expressed all his thoughts and ideas, and felt that the doubts in his heart were slightly dispelled. He then sank peacefully into the sofa and began to drink hot milk with milk muffins in a dignified and reserved manner.

The Outer Gods also said that it is better to try to study and learn rather than simply imitating or parasitizing others. If you can successfully understand "human nature", even if you don't have it yourself, you can still play and understand it to some extent. So Amon took this as his own subject and slowly explored it.

“Independent thinking is an important way for a living thing to express itself, and it is also a key step in its becoming what it is.”

Edward closed the "Chronicle of the Kingdom of Loen" published by the official printing office of Intis, and expressed his affirmation of Amon's independent thinking. He always refrained from adding his own opinions, but only supplemented them from the side.

After chatting for a while, He smiled:
"I have some interesting news for you."

"Just a few minutes ago, when you were giving your report, the Aurora Society, my ally, your mad half-father, issued a commission to find the "Fool who does not belong to this era", the "Yellow and Black King who controls good luck."

“The Fool?” Amon was amused. “The owner of the Sefirah Castle we suspect actually announced his identity so loudly? Although we don’t know who it is, it has nothing to do with Antigonus anyway.”

"That's not what I want to say." Edward's smile immediately lost its warmth. "Go back and re-read your high school Chinese and English textbooks."

Amon quickly took the cup and sat up straight: "Would you like to hear more about it?"

"Xuan is a word for color in ancient Chinese, which means 'black with red', or 'dark blue, dark blue'. Fu means good luck and blessing." Amon's expression was strange, and Edward found it a little funny. "'The Yellow and Black King Who Holds Good Luck' means Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Tian Zun... It's a genius translation! But why not translate it into 'Yellow and Black God'? This honorific name must be related to Klein Moretti. Even if it's not him, he must have contributed to the process of this honorific name."

"Then what should we do?" Amon became interested. "Parasitize him and let him explain everything?"

"Not for now, and there's no rush. Well, what if this genius translation was approved by the Heavenly Lord, or He hinted at it, and wanted to do something bad? Then your going there might just be what He wants, and I'll be in trouble too." Edward had no intention of taking action. Anyway, He had plenty of time. It was not him who should be anxious, but the gods on Earth. He leisurely brought the teacup to his lips, with a cold and sharp upward arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's wait and see?"

TBC
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The camera turns back from the God-forsaken Land.

I've been wanting to say this for a long time. Klein, the Yellow and Black King who controls good luck, is really a very smart translator...

(End of this chapter)