Magnum's expression stiffened.
After a few seconds, the corner of his mouth trembled: "Isn't this a vulgar act?"
"Yes," Yuri nodded calmly, "And I suddenly felt that this was not bad."
Magnum: "..."
The one who finally reacted was Semler, the archbishop with a gloomy and serious temperament. Looking at Magnum, who obviously appeared in the hall in the form of a phantom, he nodded: "So, are you 'surviving' in a state similar to Archbishop Selina?"
"I don't You know," Magnum looked down at himself in confusion, and then saw Selena standing next to him, "I entered a state of confusion before, and when I regained consciousness, I found myself locked in a room full of... In the dim space, I still don’t know what happened..."
"You performed the brain servant transformation without sufficient preparation, which caused your soul to be completely extracted. I Collecting those fragments," Selina explained briefly, allowing Magnum to quickly grasp the current situation. "At present, you, like me, have become a ghost in the network. There is no problem in the past few years, but you will have to do it later. Consider looking for a 'mental calibration point' in the real world."
Magnum blinked and took a short time to digest this fact, and finally sighed with quite complicated emotions: "This. It is indeed different from what I imagined at first..."
Samler nodded and looked at Selina: "So, he has been completely disconnected from his body, and there is no way he can go back. ”
“That’s true - this is not a simple separation of the soul, but also involves the fragmentation and reorganization of the soul and a ‘death’. At present, there is no technology that can restore it under similar circumstances. He."
Magnan suddenly felt a little crisis from Semler's words, and subconsciously asked: "Archbishop Semler, why do you ask?"
Semler looked at Magnum and said very seriously and calmly: "The body is no longer useful to you. I will arrange for someone to burn it for you later."
"Ah?! Wait a minute! Don't burn it!" Magnan was taken aback and immediately shouted, "What if we can still save him?"
"We will move the sect's headquarters next, including All the brain servants have to be transferred. We have limited manpower and time. One less body can be transferred and we can bring more supplies," Samler said very calmly, without the slightest intention of joking or mischief, which made it more frustrating. Magnum's expression became more and more distorted, "Anyway, your soul is now alive alone and your body is no longer needed. As for rescue, didn't you hear what Archbishop Selina said just now? This is simply impossible with current technology. ..."
"It will come in handy in case there is a breakthrough in technology in the future!" Magnan had a loud voice even in his soul form, and almost the entire hall heard his shout." We have to transfer so many bodies anyway, do you still lack me? ”
“Archbishop Semler,” Wendy suddenly broke the silence and said proactively from the side, “it’s better to respect Archbishop Magnan’s opinion. We are indeed worthy of this ‘expenditure’. And considering the contribution Archbishop Magnan has just made, it is not a good choice for us to abandon his body now. "
"I am just speaking from the perspective of efficiency and pragmatism," Semler said with a straight face, "But what you said makes sense, and I agree. ”
“Ah, Ms. Wendy, you are truly upright! Magnan suddenly looked very moved, "Thank you very much for your help, but I would like to correct you. My body is not considered a corpse now. Although it has no soul, he at least still has breathing and heartbeat... "
Obviously, no one cared about this detail, and no one responded to Magnum's words. The latter shrugged in embarrassment, and then suddenly seemed to remember something: "By the way, I was there just now. While wandering in the dim light space, I vaguely heard some voices, which seemed to mention wanting to become a saint... I want to ask, is this talking about me? ”
Semler and Yuri didn’t seem to hear, and Wendy quietly shifted her gaze. Selina looked quietly at a place farther away, as if she had been watching from the beginning to the end.
Magnum blinked, looked around, shrugged in embarrassment and closed his mouth, and prepared to ask again in a few days.
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Cecil Empire, a few hours later
The dawn sun shone into the bedroom, bringing a ray of warmth at the end of winter. Gawain suddenly opened his eyes while lying on the bed. After seeing the familiar ceiling, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that only a short night had passed in the real world, but for him who had faced the "historical memory" of the upper storyteller. , but at this moment, it seemed as if he had just been separated from thousands of years of history. A sense of separation of time and even years lingered in his heart, which took him a while to slowly recover - originally he should have woken up earlier, but for Sorting out memories and mental state until now
This sense of detachment may have worse consequences for ordinary people, and may even cause irreversible psychological trauma, but fortunately, for Gawain, this is all. It's not a problem - he has long been familiar with this experience that has been immersed in the long river of time. Once he experiences it again, it feels like going home.
When the information storm in his mind gradually subsides, various memories are sorted and returned to their original state. After taking a seat, Gawain sat up from the bed and looked around the room.
Amber had not left all night and was sitting on a nearby easy chair, having fallen asleep due to her awkward sleeping position. And drool was all over the floor.
Til was still coiled in the corner, but her tail was tangled in a mess. Half of her upper body was wrapped in the tail, and her sleeping position was... difficult to express in words. Describe.
Gawain couldn't even figure out how the tip of Tyr's tail came out of that big lump.What came out...
Probably because her six senses were really sharp, Amber woke up quickly after Gawain woke up. She suddenly opened her amber eyes, and she was slightly confused at first. He glanced at Gawain who was sitting on the bed, then quickly wiped the saliva on his cheek, and stood up: "Ah, you're back? Has the situation over there been resolved?"
"Solved," Gawain stood on the ground, took a deep breath in the face of the increasingly bright morning sun, and then slowly exhaled as if to expel all the gloom and gloom from the body, "No god has come to this world. After today, everyone can still sleep peacefully." "
Amber looked at Gawain with wide eyes, and then suddenly laughed: "Oh, I'm just telling you, you can definitely handle it."
Gawain nodded: "Yes. Inform the others, there are still many things that need to be dealt with later."
Then he glanced at Tier in the corner: "In addition, we have to find a way to wake her up - we have to inform Haishen. Sirens here, don’t wait any longer.”
“Just think of a way, I’ll inform Hetty and Kamel!” Amber ran to the door without saying a word. They are all waiting for news from you. They must have woken up very early..."
Before Gawain could say anything else, Amber had already run out of the door like a gust of wind, leaving him and a sleeping star behind. The siren stayed in the room.
Obviously Amber knows very well how difficult it is to wake up Tyr from his sleep. She would rather run all over the central city early in the morning than try to wake up Tyr...
Gawain looked at the door in a daze, then turned to look at Miss Siren, whose sleeping posture seemed a little more abstract than before, and shook his head helplessly.
I have tried boiling water anyway, but throwing it out the window may not work. Sprinkling salt will make her feel like she is home. I guess it will just cut her with a sword, and she will be resurrected and go back to her room to continue. Sleep...
After thinking about it, Gawain bent down to Tire's ear (assuming that her hearing organ was indeed an ear) and whispered: "Your little biscuit is gone."
Tir Ji Ling suddenly woke up with a start, his messy tail rolled on the ground, and he lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment. Then he fluttered and yelled: "What, what, who said that? I haven't... ...Huh?”
Tier finally woke up, twisted his upper body 180 degrees and looked at Gawain standing aside, then he noticed that morning had arrived and recalled that he slept here The reason: "You...are back? How is the situation over there?"
"Unfortunately," Gawain shook his head with a half-smile, "You have waited in vain."
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Tear was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of Gawain's words. However, the siren who lost the cookie suddenly laughed and said happily: "Isn't this a good thing?"
Then she propped up her upper body, stretched out her long snake tail, and slowly arched toward the door, waving her hands as she arched: "Then I'll go and inform my sister first.Girls, please come back early to catch up on your sleep after the notice..."
Miss Siren left, leaving only Gawain in the room. The morning glow gradually became brighter and turned into bright sunshine, tilting Sprinkling into the room through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, Gawain turned around and squinted his eyes slightly against the light brought by the huge sun.
Cecil was at dawn, but the Orlandale area should have arrived. In the morning, if everything goes as planned, the transfer of the Eternal Sleeper should have begun.
Next, Cecil's huge machine, which has been successfully established in Typhon in the past two years, will operate secretly. The Military Intelligence Agency will also be active offline. The three units of Railway Investment Company, "Trajectory Project" informants, and "No. 25" will cooperate. With the cover of the recent increase in trade orders, in Rosetta O Gusdu noticed that he had previously transferred the core Eternal Sleeper technicians and technical data to Cecil, and continued to transfer the lower priority priests in a slower and more secretive manner within the next year until the transfer was completed or The operation was forced to terminate.
Everything has been planned. The military intelligence agency led by Amber and the overseas railway agency controlled by Hetty have made all preparations for this. The next step is to see whether the Eternal Sleeper can do it. It's a perfect collaboration.
I hope they can perform well enough in the subsequent integration and transformation process... Selena and Megall III are both smart people, and they know what to do. Do it.
"Is it a good thing..." Gawain squinted, looking at the bright sunshine shining between the sky and the earth, and whispered to himself
Some stories ended. Yes, some stories...but they will continue.
...
Rosetta Augustus came to the tallest spire of the Obsidian Palace, and he pushed aside a door. The door engraved with many runes, inlaid with gems and magic metal, leads into the magic laboratory at the top of the tower.
The laboratory is spacious and bright, with an alchemy experimental bench and an arcane inscribed magic circle. The experimental table is neat and clean, and various esoteric and precious book scrolls are placed in categories on the large bookshelf against the wall. Two golems assembled from rune armor pieces and bronze torsos are busy sorting out some miscellaneous items. The movement was light and silent.
Seeing Rosetta enter, the two demons immediately bowed and then returned to work.
Rosetta looked straight into the depths of the room. A dignified and steady lady wearing a lavender robe is coming from there. She is the current president of the Typhon Royal Mage Association and the chief mage advisor to Emperor Rosetta, the legendary mage Windsor Mapel. Madam.
This magic laboratory in the Obsidian Palace belongs to her. It is not only one of the places where she works, but also symbolizes her special treatment and status in the empire as a rare outstanding genius in recent years. .
"Hail, my lord," Windsor Mapel bowed before Rosetta, "what are your orders? "
Rosetta nodded: "I feel that the power of the curse has subsided, and the thing has calmed down.. "
The "madness" curse of the Typhon royal family is a semi-open secret, and the past presidents of the Royal Mage Association, as the best occult experts in the empire, will naturally have direct knowledge of this secret. For two centuries, these outstanding spellcasters have been tasked with analyzing the curse and trying to find a way to deal with it, and although no significant results have been achieved to this day, the royal family still maintains its trust in them.
On private occasions, members of the royal family of Typhon often speak directly to Windsor Marpel about the "curse of madness"
"Was it gone?" Windsor looked at Emperor Rosetta in surprise, "Did that just happen?" "
"After I woke up in the morning, I felt that it was fading little by little, and after a few hours it returned to its previous 'normal' state, without rebounding or continuing to diminish," Rosetta said in detail Regarding the situation he felt, in front of Windsor Mapel, he regarded himself as an ordinary patient, which helped the legendary mage better judge the situation, "I think there must be a reason in the field of occultism behind this change. , I would like you to check it for me. "
"Of course... we can start now. ”