He has always been interested in the central carrier mentioned in the previous talks.
Integrating the souls of many witches, at the expense of consciousness to obtain the ability to decipher the documents left by the underground civilization, and can only answer two answers: yes and no, it is no different from the dead at first... All of this is covered with it A mysterious and tragic atmosphere.
However, when Roland saw with his own eyes the central carrier imprisoned in the underground chamber of the hall, he still couldn't help taking a breath.
I saw a sarcoma much larger than Pasha and others wrapped in layers of iron chains, and a few sturdy tentacles were even pulled apart and nailed into the wall or ceiling with iron nails. The damaged epidermis is full of scars, and many tentacles still have signs of breakage. It is obviously not the first time that they have been treated like this.
If he remembered correctly, the central carrier, like the original carrier, is sentient.
It can feel cold, hot, sweet, bitter... and pain.
"Why?" Roland couldn't help frowning, "Aren't all the souls integrated into the carrier witches? And there is one of your three seats, Ei..."
"Lord Eleanor, Your Majesty," Pasha sighed, "This is an impossible choice. The power of the carrier is not much lower than that of the God's Punishment Warrior. Our tentacles can pierce the soil and dig out the light above the dome. Well, naturally, it can also attack the enemy, tearing the captured prey in half. If you don’t do this, an unconscious carrier that can move at will, I am afraid it will cause more trouble than mixed-species demon beasts.”
That's it... Roland suddenly understood her helplessness. The tentacle sarcoma itself may be the basic combat unit of the underground civilization. Once a carrier that is located in the stronghold and has no consciousness at all goes out of control, it will pose a great threat to the relics of the gods and the core of magic. The Taquila survivors clearly could not accept the risk and had no choice but to imprison it.
It's a pity that he knew that he knew, and he was still a little sighed in his heart.
After all, those witches who voluntarily merged gave everything for Taquila, but now they can only be trapped in this dark corner and cannot move.
Probably seeing the thoughts in his heart, Pasha's tone was a little grateful, but also mixed with a hint of bitterness, "We have also tried to ask them about their feelings, but we have never been able to get an answer. The fused soul can no longer be extracted through the magic core. , so whether they will feel the stimulation from the outside world is always unknown.”
"Merging with Lord Eleanor is the ultimate destination of every Taquila witch, and we are no exception, so you don't need to worry about it." El Xia, who had been silent until now, spoke again. Just don't know if it's an illusion, Roland always feels that the other party's voice is no longer as cold as before.
Hmm... Probably upgraded from ice cube level to ice water level.
"But when we asked if we wanted to imprison the central carrier, the three main beards answered all of them." Celine finally added, "If not, we would not have fixed her so thoroughly."
Roland nodded, "There is a painter named Soraya in the Witch League, who can draw extremely flexible fabrics, and a little girl named You Yu, who can make objects sticky. If the two abilities work together , it can produce a stronger binding force than the iron rope. If you use this method to bind her, at least she will not be covered with injuries. If you have no opinion... "
"No, it would be great if that was the case," Pasha's main whiskers drooped slightly, "please accept my thanks."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a hands-on effort." Roland waved his hand, "But... What does it mean that all three of the main must answer affirmatively? Is it possible to express one yes and one no? Then who should I listen to?"
"Let Celine explain this to you."
"That's right," Selin also seemed quite excited to help the fusion partner relieve the pain, and she immediately answered, "The biggest difference between the central carrier and us is that she has three main whiskers, which can communicate more complexities without conscious dialogue. news, as I am now.”
As soon as the voice fell, the main whiskers above her head emitted a faint red light.
"Oh? This one still glows?"
"Before we fully grasped the communication of consciousness, we often used it to express feelings and emotions, but we didn't use it much later." Celine moved to the center of the secret room and pointed to the three central carriers hanging from the top of her head, and was imprisoned. The main whisker, which was firmly nailed to the ground, "But they can't do this because they have lost their minds. They can only answer yes with red light, and no if they don't light up."
"However, when interpreting the documents of the underground civilization, we found that simple yes or no can't quickly help everyone find the correct answer." She continued, "For example, a sentence means I am a Taquila witch, if you translate it Whether I'm a witch or I'm a Taquila will be displayed as No, so even a simple sentence will take a lot of time to confirm."
"So you use three answers to indicate the degree of closeness?" Roland immediately understood what they were thinking.
"Your comprehension ability is indeed beyond ordinary," Celine admired, "Yes, the closer you are to the real answer, the more red light will light up. The three main whiskers all illuminated is equivalent to being completely correct, of course, there are also special It means to agree."
So the soul fusion headed by Eleanor does not exclude their companions from imprisoning themselves underground? Roland couldn't help feeling a little moved, although it was unclear whether they were judging from the security level of the base area or answering based on their own feelings, this decision had to make people sigh.
He took a deep breath. "Can I ask her some questions?"
"Of course," Celine moved away, "just say the question."
Roland walked to the central carrier and said slowly, "Suppose I have two baskets now, with two apples in each, and after pouring them out, there will be four apples on the ground, right?"
The three tentacles lit up instantly.
"Uh... is that what you want to ask?" Celine asked in surprise.
"Your Majesty," Wendy also felt a little embarrassed, "what did you think of?"
"It's just a test," Roland asked again without changing his face, "then I now have 12,345 baskets, each with 54,321 apples, all of which are poured out. If you come out, how many apples will there be on the ground?" He took out a small note from his pocket, "I guess it's... , right?"
That was the answer he had prepared in advance, and the result was a nine-digit number, which was considered a complex operation in this era. Those who have not received the mathematics education in Neverwinter may not be able to get the result for a while. This can be seen from the It was seen in the silence of the high-ranking witch of Taquila.
It's just that after he reported the number, the three red lights lit up again, as before, and there was still no delay in the answer this time.