"Alexia, you and Chocolate are waiting here for a few minutes. I'll go back to Loen to ask the church for help. When I get together a team of several hundred scribes, let them bring the numbered items from Qiluen Diocese, and directly bombard the place. A mountain!"
Jenkins did what he said, and immediately wanted to use [Phantom of Reality] to transfer back. But Alexia stopped him and looked down at their feet.
"Wait a minute, things have changed."
The details of the city under my feet gradually became vivid. Originally, there were only buildings and citizens, but now there are breezes, sirens, and birds in the sky.
The suspended cube in the city center is still spinning quietly, but the six faces with closed eyes on six faces have opened their eyes.
Jenkins actually felt the wind on his body, and then actually felt the raindrops. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the noise of the rain soon drowned out the chaos of the city, which also made Jenkins and Alexia very puzzled whether the rain was an illusion or real.
"Oh~"
Six overlapping sighs echoed across the world, and the spinning face looked at the two small figures in the sky in turn, followed by exclamations in unison in the standard common language of the Hampawa Kingdom:
"It's been so many years, I, finally woke up again."
Jenkins and Alexia looked at each other, and both knew what it (they) were using a modern language. Since it couldn't get out of the seal, it must have mastered this language because it heard the conversation between Jenkins and Alexia just now.
They all know that the ability to "predict" and "divinate" everything recorded by mad poets in ancient times is not a divination ability, but uses arithmetic and data analysis like Alexia, so through the conversation between the two It is not impossible to master a language that does not contain mysticism. This means that it has been sealed for so many years, and its own power has not declined much.
"Now, which era has it reached?"
Six voices asked the two people in the air at the same time amidst the sound of rain, Jenkins thought for a while and decided to see what this thing was going to do first.
He didn't let Alexia speak, because he believed that his soul strength was much higher than that of his female companion.
"It's the 18th era now."
"Has it been this long?"
The overlapping echo-like voices sighed, and those sharp-edged faces, as if buried under the mercury, showed a sad expression at the same time.
"Have you seen the slate in the altar? That human brave should have left a reminder for you."
"Yes, we saw it."
"Then do you believe it?"
"Naturally I believe it."
Jenkins grabbed Alexia's hand hard, signaling her to be careful. He's not worried about himself, but both Alexia and the cat need to be careful.
"So, would you like to hear me tell my story?"
This time Jenkins didn't answer immediately because he didn't know what this thing was going to do now. But the face on the cube didn't care if Jenkins answered, its narration had already begun.
A layer of blue mist enveloped the city under the two of them. When the mist cleared, it seemed that all the people in the city had gathered on the east street of the city, looking at the caravan coming from a small road in the distance.
"The poet who traveled with the caravan brought me from the underground to the surface, to this friendly city."
The blue fog shrouded again and dispersed after a few seconds. This time, people gathered in the square in the city, and a person with a blurry face was showing a box. Since Jenkins and Alexia were in the sky, it was impossible to see what was there.
"The poet introduced me to people, and people were very curious and reserved. But they quickly understood what I was capable of and how to use me. The poet left here to continue traveling, leaving me behind. In the city."
The blue fog filled the air, and after clearing, the city seemed to have changed. If you let Jenkins describe it, this change is like an upgrade from human production to steam power, and the city has been upgraded.
"I am willing to help them, and people are also willing to ask me for help. In just a few decades, this city has become the most powerful city in the Northland. But there are some things that I have not noticed. After all, I also Not the latest model...”
After the blue fog dissipated, the city didn't seem to have changed, but if you look closely, you can find strange expressions on everyone's faces. The expressions of arrogance, arrogance and arrogance are exactly the same.
"I'm just an auxiliary computing device, and I can't confuse people. But people's hearts are changed because of me. I admit that this is my responsibility. At that time, I thought that it was just like this and there was no need to worry. I would plan everything for them. But... on that day, I finally understood that I have limits."
As the blue fog disappeared, black halos diffused in the city, which represented ominous.
"My calculation power and amount of calculation are limited by my own gear occlusal design structure, alloy formula material, and spring group storage capacity, and I can't make no mistakes. Disasters have come, and the city has encountered disasters due to expansion, and I Unable to solve all these, the solution given only aggravated the severity of the disaster.
In the end, the city fell, and in order to isolate the catastrophe, the church blocked the space of the city, while the surviving people believed that I was the culprit, and sealed me here with the last supplies in the city... "
Amidst the pattering rain, the city beneath them collapsed, and people fled in all directions. In a few minutes, there was only a piece of wreckage left here, the ruins of the wall standing mournfully in the rain, the last trace of the city.
The blue mist rushed from all directions, and after dissipating, the ground returned to the snowfield that Jenkins and Alexia had first seen. Even the thirteen chains that imprisoned the cube can be seen, and the runes on those chains are so dim that they can hardly be seen, and time is enough to destroy all mortal creations.
The rain also disappeared, which was also an illusion.
"This is my story, what can you guys say."
Said the six voices.
"Your story does not conflict with the story on the metal plate left in the altar, or the story on the mural on the side of the promenade outside, but if it is true or not, what does it mean to us? That was thousands of years ago Everything has disappeared. Now I want to know more, what are you going to do?"
Jenkins asked loudly.
"I need an answer. You only need to answer my question before you can leave here. In return, I can tell you something you want to know. I just heard that you mentioned the 'Moon of Flowing Fire'. I I can answer that question.”