Magnum's expression stiffened.
After a few seconds, the corner of his mouth trembled: "Aren't you being rude?"
"Yes," Yuri nodded calmly, "and I suddenly feel that this is not bad."
Magnum: "…"
The one who finally came to his senses was Semler who was standing next to him. The gloomy and serious archbishop looked at Magnum who appeared in the hall in the form of a phantom, and nodded: "Then, now you are doing something similar to Celine. Archbishop Na's status is 'surviving'?"
"I don't 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 that I was locked up. In a space full of twilight, until now I don't know what happened..."
"You performed the brain slave transformation without sufficient preparation, which led to your soul being completely withdrawn. I collected those fragments," Selina briefly explained, allowing Magnum to quickly grasp the current situation. Situation, "Currently you, like me, have become a ghost on the Internet. There is no problem in recent years, but after that you have to consider finding a 'mental calibration point' in the real world."
Magnum blinked and took a short while to digest this fact, and finally sighed with complicated emotions: "This is indeed different from what I imagined at first..."
Sammler nodded and looked at Selena: "So, he and his body have been completely disconnected, and he can't go back?"
"It's true—this is not a simple separation of the soul, but also involves the fragmentation and reorganization of the soul and a 'death'. For now, there is no technology that can restore him under similar circumstances."
Magnum suddenly felt a little crisis from Semler's words, and subconsciously asked, "Archbishop Semler, why are you asking this?"
Semler looked at Magnum, and said very seriously and calmly: "The body is useless to you, and I will arrange someone to burn it for you later."
"Ah?! Wait a minute! Don't burn it!" Magnum was taken aback, and immediately yelled after reacting, "What if it can be rescued?!"
"We are going to transfer the church headquarters next, including all the brain servants. We have limited manpower and time, so we can bring more supplies with one less body," Semler said very frankly. Seeing the slightest hint of a joke or a prank, this made Magnum's expression even more distorted, "Anyway, your soul has survived alone now, and your body is no longer needed. As for the rescue, didn't you hear what Archbishop Selena said just now?" ? This is simply impossible with current technology... "
"It's useful! What if there is a breakthrough in technology in the future!" Magnum has a loud voice even in the soul form, and almost the entire hall can hear him shouting, "Anyway, we have to transfer so many bodies. Is it still missing me?"
"Archbishop Semler," Wendy suddenly broke the silence, and said from the side, "we should respect Archbishop Magnum's opinion, we really don't need this 'expenditure'. And considering that Archbishop Magnum has just done Given his contribution, it is not a good choice for us to abandon his body now."
"I'm just starting from the perspective of efficiency and pragmatism," Semler said with a straight face, "but what you said is also very reasonable, and I agree."
"Ah, Ms. Wendy, you are really upright!" Magnum suddenly showed a very moved look, "Thank you very much for your help, but I want to correct me, my body should not be considered a corpse now, although there is no He lost his soul, at least he 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, when I was wandering in that dim light space just now, I vaguely heard some voices, which seemed to mention being considered a saint... I want to ask if this is talking about me?"
Semler and Yuri didn't seem to hear it, and Wendy shifted her gaze calmly, while Selena quietly looked at a place a little further away, as if she stayed out of it from the beginning to the end.
Magnum blinked, looked around, shrugged awkwardly and closed his mouth, and planned to ask again in a few days.
…
Cecil Empire, hours later.
The dawn sun shone into the dormitory, bringing a ray of warmth in the end of winter. Gawain lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. After seeing the familiar ceiling, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that only a short night should have passed in the real world, but for him who faced the "historical memory" of the upper-level narrator, it seemed that he had just been separated from the history of thousands of years at this moment, a kind of stripping of time and even age. The feeling lingered in his heart, and it took him a while to recover slowly—he should have woken up earlier, but he fell asleep until now in order to sort out his memory and mental state.
This feeling of detachment may cause worse results to ordinary people, and may even cause irreversible psychological trauma, but fortunately, none of this is a problem for Gao Wen—he is already familiar with this experience soaked in the long river of time, and occasionally Going through it all over again feels like coming home.
After the information storm in his head gradually subsided, and all kinds of memories returned to their original positions, Gao Wen sat up from the bed and looked around the room.
Hu Po hadn't left all night, she was sitting on a nearby easy chair at the moment, she had already fallen into a deep sleep, her saliva was drooling all over the floor due to her awkward sleeping position.
Till was still coiled in the corner, but her tail was twisted and entangled. Half of her upper body was entangled in the tail, and her sleeping position... was indescribable.
Gawain couldn't even reason for a while how the tip of Tyre's tail came out of that big lump...
Probably because the six senses were really sharp, Amber woke up soon after Gao Wen woke up. She suddenly opened those amber eyes. Wiping the saliva next to his cheek, he stood up suddenly: "Ah, you're back? Is the situation over there resolved?"
"It's solved," Gao Wen stood on the ground, took a deep breath against the brighter morning sun, and then exhaled slowly as if he wanted to expel all the gloom from his body, "No god has descended into this world. After today, all One can still sleep peacefully."
Amber looked at Gao Wen with wide eyes, and then suddenly laughed: "Oh, let me just say, you can definitely handle it."
Gao Wen nodded: "I need to inform other people, there are still many things that need to be dealt with in the future."
Then he glanced at Tyre in the corner again: "Also, I have to find a way to wake her up—I have to inform the sirens in the depths of the sea, so there is no need to wait any longer."
"You have to figure out a way, I'll go and notify Hetty and Kamel!" Amber ran to the door without saying a word, "They are all waiting for your news, they must have woken up very early..."
Before Gao Wen had time to say anything else, Amber had already rushed out of the door like a gust of wind, leaving him and a sleeping kraken in the room.
Apparently Amber knows all too well how difficult it is to wake Tyre from his deep sleep, and she'd rather run across downtown early in the morning than try to wake him up...
Gawain looked at the door in a daze, then turned his head to look at Miss Siren, who seemed to be sleeping a little more abstractly than before, and shook his head helplessly.
Anyway, I tried boiling water, and throwing it out the window might not work. Sprinkling salt made her feel like she was going home. It was probably cut with a sword, and she just resurrected and returned to her room to continue sleeping...
After thinking about it, Gawain bent down and leaned close to Tyre's ear (assuming her hearing organs are indeed ears), and whispered: "Your biscuit is gone."
Till woke up suddenly, his messy tail rolled on the ground, and he fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, and then yelled while thrashing: "What, who said that? I haven't... eh?"
Tire finally woke up. He turned his upper body 180 degrees and looked at Gawain who was standing aside. Only then did he notice that morning had arrived, and recalled the reason why he slept here: "You... are you back? Over there How is it going?"
"Unfortunately," Gao Wen shook his head with a half-smile, "You've been waiting for nothing."
Tire was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of Gawain's words, but the sea monster who lost the biscuit suddenly laughed, and said happily, "Isn't this a good thing?"
Then she propped up her upper body, stretched her long snake tail, and slowly arched toward the door, waving her hands while arching: "Then I'll inform my sisters first, and come back early to catch up on sleep..."
Miss Siren left, and Gao Wen was the only one left in the room. The morning glow gradually became brighter and turned into bright sunshine, which slanted into the room through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The light narrowed his eyes slightly.
Cecil is at dawn, but it should be morning in the Orlande area. If everything goes according to plan, then the transfer of the Eternal Sleepers should have already started.
Next, Cecil, this huge machine, will operate in secret. The military intelligence bureau that was successfully established in Typhon in the past two years will also be active offline. The three units will cooperate to transfer the most core Eternal Sleeper technicians and technical materials to Cecil before Rosetta Augustus notices them under the cover of the recent increase in trade orders, and then Continue to transfer those lower priority priests in a slower and more stealthy way for one year, until the transfer is completed or the operation is forced to terminate.
Everything has been planned. The Military Intelligence Bureau led by Amber and the overseas railway agency controlled by Hetty have made all preparations for this. The next step is to see if the Eternal Sleeper can make a perfect cooperation.
Hopefully they can do a good enough job in the upcoming remake... Selena and Megal III are smart people and they know what to do.
"Is it a good thing..." Gawain squinted his eyes, looked at the bright sun shining between the sky and the earth, and whispered to himself.
Some stories are over, and some stories...but continue.
…
Rosetta Augustus came to the tallest spire of the Obsidian Palace. He pushed open a door engraved with many runes, inlaid with gems and magic metal, and walked into the magic laboratory on the top of the tower.
The laboratory is spacious and bright. The alchemy experiment table and the arcane experiment table inscribed with magic circles are neat and clean. All kinds of esoteric and precious book scrolls are placed in categories on the large bookshelf against the wall. Two pieces of rune armor and bronze The puppet with its torso assembled is busy sorting out some sundries, and its movements are light and silent.
Seeing Rosetta enter, the two golems immediately bowed and saluted, and then returned to work.
Rosetta looked straight into the depths of the room, and a dignified and stable lady in a lavender robe was walking from there. She was the current president of the Typhon Royal Mages Association and the chief of Emperor Rosetta. Mage advisor, Ms. Windsor Mapel, a legendary mage.
This magic laboratory located 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.
"I salute you, my lord," Windsor Mapel bowed in front of Rosetta, "what do you want?"
Rosetta nodded: "I feel that the power of the curse has subsided, and that thing has calmed down."
The "madness" curse of the Typhon royal family is a semi-open secret, and the presidents of the Royal Mages Association, as the best occult experts in the empire, will naturally be the direct insiders of this secret. For two centuries, these outstanding Spellcasters are all responsible for analyzing the curse and trying to find a way to deal with it. Although there are no significant results to this day, the royal family still maintains their trust in them.
In private, members of Typhon's royal family would often speak directly to Windsor Mapel about the "curse of madness".
"Disappeared?" Windsor looked at Emperor Rosetta with some surprise, "Did it just happen?"
"When I woke up in the morning, I felt that it was fading a little bit. After a few hours, it returned to its previous 'normal' state, no rebound, and no further reduction," Rosetta said in detail about what she felt. In front of Mapel, he treated himself as an ordinary patient, which helped the legendary mage better judge the situation, "I think there must be reasons in the mystic field behind this change, and I would like you to check it out for me. .”
"Of course... we can start now."