Gibran spoke and looked at Surades: "Master Surades of the Council, do you understand now why I am so confident? In my eyes, you are as fragile as a child who takes the initiative to expose his shortcomings. You Don't feel inferior, it's not your fault, it's your vision that limits you.
If you don't stand high enough, you won't be able to see far, but we have always stood at the highest point.
No matter how powerful the enemy is, as long as it is noticed by us, as long as we feel the need to target it, we can find a way to restrain it and kill it easily. Even the giant dragon will not be spared - we can use a special complex spell to Let the dragon's defense become as weak as a piece of paper, and you can kill the dragons in groups like sheep, and finally kill them all. "
"So, your parliament is destroyed, and you don't have to be so sad when you end up like this." As Gibran spoke, he walked behind Surades, took out a dagger, and put it on his neck.
"The demise of your parliament is not an accident, it is inevitable. Anyone who blocks our way will die, and you are just one of many people. By the way, in fact, you are not completely dead." Gibran thought of something and said, " Your body is extremely fragile and decaying, so I have no interest in it, but your head is still of some use, and I plan to take it back. In a sense, a part of you will continue to live on, what do you think?"
"I was thinking..." Suradi's body could not move at all at this time, and it was extremely difficult to open his mouth, but he still tried hard to speak, "I was thinking... maybe I should thank you, after all... you left me a head. I just don’t know if you will receive the same treatment when you die.”
"Oh, I won't die." Gibran said.
"Is there anyone who is immortal?" Surades questioned unceremoniously.
"Yes." Gibran affirmed, "As long as I don't want to die, then I won't die."
"Huh, I don't believe it."
"But it's the truth."
"It's just imagination."
The study suddenly became quiet again and fell into silence. Just when the atmosphere was about to solidify, there was a "squeak" and the study door suddenly opened.
A young man appeared outside the door, squinting his eyes and looking inside. Suradis and Gibran looked at each other at the same time.
Time seemed to pause slightly, and Surades shouted: "Richard, take Heidi away quickly..."
Before he could finish his words, the dagger held by Gibran had already scratched his neck, causing his entire head to separate from his body.
"boom!"
With a soft sound, Gibran put Surades' head on the table and looked at the young man who appeared. In his perception, the other party did not have any mana fluctuations or any characteristics of extraordinary power. He was just an ordinary person.
"Is it the servant in this courtyard that he missed and didn't kill? Or is it a student of Surates who came to ask questions
Gibran was thinking, glanced at Heidi, the girl that Suradi had asked the young man to take away, and said to the young man with certainty: "You can't take him away."
"Uh..." The young man obviously didn't expect this to happen, or he was stunned by the scene in front of him. After hearing Gibran's words, he said weakly, "What about me leaving on my own?"
"Leave by yourself? Ha!"
Gibran couldn't help but smile in his heart, and the next moment he said: "I'm afraid it won't work."
After a pause, Gibran looked at the young man and said, "Although I don't know how you sneaked in, I'm sorry, you showed up and you have to stay here."
"Did he die the same way as the people who died outside?"
"It seems that the other party has seen the corpses of several servants in the courtyard outside, and he is more courageous to run in." Gibran had this idea in his mind, and looked at the young man with slight appreciation, as if he was looking at a The one who has the courage to save his comrades...ant.
"If you have special requirements, I can satisfy you within a certain range." Gibran said.
"Well..." The man was silent, as if he was thinking, and as if he was trying to hide his fearful expression. Gibran waited, eager to see what the other party would do.
After waiting for a long time, Gibran saw the young man looking up at him with a somewhat serious expression, and asked aloud: "What if I choose the way to die like Schrödinger's Cat?"
"Huh?" Gibran was silent this time, "..."
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Schrödinger's cat? What cat
What is the relationship between cats and death
What is the other party talking about
Gibran was silent, with thoughts racing in his mind.
Richard looked at Gibran and spoke slowly, as if he was explaining seriously: "The way Schrödinger's cat died was suggested by a physicist named Schrödinger...well, a wizard.
In order to punish an errant cat he raised to the greatest extent possible and to relieve him from the guilt of killing living creatures, he designed a special device.
This device is a box containing food, everything needed for the cat's long-term survival, and a bottle of gas poison.
The poison was sealed and contained in a glass bottle mounted on a hammer device controlled by an energy switch. Near the switch was placed a special radioactive atom... well, a special energy stone.
The special energy stone can disappear half of it every certain length of time called 'half-life'. The disappeared part will release an energy flow called 'alpha particles', activating the energy switch mentioned before, allowing the hammer to set the trigger. , smash the poison glass bottle, release the poison gas, and kill the cat.
In this way, as long as the 'half-life' is determined, within the 'half-life', the energy stone will release energy at any time and kill the cat, but it may also remain stable and not kill the cat. The odds are half to half.
Therefore, as long as the box is not opened, people outside will not know whether the cat in the box is dead or alive. The cat will be in a superposition state of life or death—it can die at any time, but there is no way to be sure that it is really dead.
Of course, if you wait long enough, beyond a 'half-life', the cat will eventually die, and this is the so-called Schrödinger's cat death. "
Richard took a deep breath, looked at Gibran and continued: "If you agree to let me die in this way, you can keep me in the device forever in fear of 'I may die in the next second', Being tortured—that's more terrible than death itself. And you always have the chance to change everything because you can stop it at any time.
What do you think of my request? In order to torture me to the greatest extent, you can also choose an element called uranium 238... Well, the energy stone, its half-life is 4.45 billion years, then I will be in fear for the rest of my life. "
"..." Silence, a long silence.
Silence is the dark night, the wind in the night, the treetops blown by the wind, and a dead leaf floating down from the treetops.
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