Shadow City has undergone some new changes recently, mainly because there are more blocks and many new residents.
Of course, the monsters of Gensokyo will not be bored in Avalon after they settle in Avalon. Many lively or curious monsters often come out to play. Qi Lunuo opened a cold drink shop in a prime location in the city, and the supply is of course handmade fairy popsicles.
Wenwen applied to join the Space-Time Administration, and after three failed assessments, she finally joined the World Patrol Force as a trainee. Now she is an honorable military reporter. She is still busy writing her Wenwen Daily every day, which is different from before. Yes, the publication speed and reliability of that newspaper have obviously improved, and the content is much richer—such as interviews after Claude saved the world.
Marisa opened her magic shop in the city of blood elves, selling some potions or other magic products that she made by herself. It is said that the business is unexpectedly good. The failure rate of committing crimes under the noses of a group of blood elf magisters has reached 100%. Now Reimu or Yakumo Zi have to drop by the Yinyue Public Security Office every five days on average. Went to visit the prison on a friendly basis, but Marisa's sentence was extended the next day: Patchouli brought her a Blu-ray version of "Prison Break".
Sure enough, Alice went to enroll in the Imperial Academy, and rented an empty house near the school as a practice studio. It is said that her puppetry and alchemy scores were among the best in the class, but unfortunately, her battleship manipulation seems to be in the next millennium. There was no way for her to pass the exam before she arrived. I don't know which bastard recommended her to apply for that major.
Hakurei Reimu is still the city manager of Shadow City. At first, I forced this job on the girl's head out of bad taste, and asked her to work part-time to pay off her debts. I didn't expect that she would really stick to it. Now Reimu is patrolling carefully every day, and her big light bowknot can often be seen flashing by in the neighborhood where monsters gather. In her own words: patrolling the most unlikely place in the world is much easier than solving Gensokyo's mutation, and there are endless employee benefits, which is great.
But I suspect that she just thinks that the job of patrolling alone is easier to be lazy. I believe that Reimu will not be lazy. I would rather hope that Sikaro will give up his bag.
Yakumo purple is not very common recently. After the carnival, the workload of the dimensional hub has dropped significantly, and the dimensional diversion points opened in other worlds and the Koprulu star area of this universe have also reduced the work intensity of the hub square. , now Yagumo Zi may be busy sleeping every day, and only occasionally when I check the registration form of the management authority, I can see her name, which means that the big monster who is about to enter the hibernation period is still in the "working girl" status. "state.
As mentioned before, Yakumolan’s cloakroom is still open. I’ve visited it a few times and was deeply shocked by the promotional slogan of that place: Pure fur, ten penalties for fake ones, winter supply, fresh Reliable, fox down is sold at a 20% discount, and the ones that are still growing on the body are not for sale-monsters have dignity, and visitors are not allowed to change their fur.
That line of words caused my eyes to wander many times in a row, observing the big furry tail of a certain fox girl with probing eyes, until I was finally pushed out of the store by the red-faced nine-tailed girl.
Facts have proved that the phenomenon of self-production and self-sale is very popular among Gensokyo monsters.
I just went to the base in the city center more than ten minutes ago, where I met Tavel’s mass projection, and now her body is personally leading the detailed dismantling of the last star ring fragment at the Kuiper belt base. From the impact transmitted, it can be seen that the huge star ring fragments have been disassembled into a large area of fragmented machinery floating in space, as if the wind that was carrying countless sandstones suddenly stopped, and all kinds of probes shimmered. Flying between those fragments, trying to redraw the structure of the fragments when they were intact, and trying to find out who dropped this most special piece of debris.
Tavel's report is very optimistic. The power of the Goddess of Darkness has cleared us many research obstacles in advance. Perhaps within a few days, Tavel will be able to bring himself good news.
In addition to meeting Tavel's mass projection, I also met an unexpected person in the base: Ares, the Atlantean warrior.
He was recently checked out at the Coordination Research Center. A research team is analyzing the data of the ancient scientific expedition team carried in the Atlantis data storage device, and reverse engineering the Atlanteans is obviously the best practical method, of course, through safe and gentle methods. Method.
The series of biochemical transformations carried out by the old empire on the Atlantis civilization now seem to be unscrupulous, although the Atlanteans themselves are not dissatisfied with this treatment at all, and even "the great god bestowed power on themselves" Thank you Dade for this matter, but we can't ignore those twisted and weird synthetic monsters, cyborgs, corpse guards, and Valkyries and Anubis made from the souls of living people. In any case, the old empire has been proven The old road full of hidden dangers cannot be reproduced. Even if the living body transformation technology is reactivated, we must ensure its safety and humanity.
The time is now 9:30 in the morning. For a busy city, it is already the time when the city machinery is running at high speed. Even though Shadow City doesn't have a normal business and capital system, the city is still very bustling at this time of day. There are all sorts of strange vehicles and low-flying three-headed mercury lamps on the highway. The shops on both sides are also entertaining travelers from all over the world. The city patrol walks through the streets along different patrol routes every day. Cirno squats at the door to break Counting his fingers yesterday's income. There is only one quiet place to go: Sylvia's shop.
Opened in a military area, the store manager is slow, never advertises, and forgets to open the door every now and then because he doesn't think about it. Such a store has no other advantages except quietness.
After taking a turn at the research institute on the way, seeing that it was still early and there was nothing wrong, I wandered towards the border of the military zone, wanting to see if the person I had been waiting for for the past two days showed up.
In order to ensure the last remaining customer source of a certain silver mole, Bubble specially opened a door on the military zone isolation barrier on the side of the dessert shop. For the security inside the military zone, Sivis had to set up a large number of sentry guns and guards near this "exceptional passage" - this fundamentally eliminated the possibility of Sylvia's business prosperity.
On weekdays, when the mass-produced hosts are handed over, little girls are often seen walking in twos and threes on this quiet path. Why those mass-produced bubbles that should have no personality are interested in desserts is still a mystery: Various tests have shown that there is currently no personality phenomenon in mass-produced bubbles. But let them like it, even if it's just some vague conditioned reflex, I have added some allowances to the mass-produced bubbles for this purpose: money specially used to buy candy and pudding.
Pushing open the glass door of the dessert shop, the melodious wind chime and the crisp and cheerful greeting rang at the same time, making people stunned: "Welcome!"
I looked up in surprise, only to find that the silver-haired girl in front of me was looking at me with a bright smile with eight teeth, and behind this girl who looked exactly like Sylvia stood two Guys with the exact same height and appearance.
"Ah, it's His Majesty—today is really a lucky day. I can entertain His Majesty on the third day of work."
"Raven?" I was a little dazed, "What's the date?"
"Raven 998 salutes you!" The silver-haired girl wearing the special waiter dress of Sylvia's shop bowed happily, "If it's you, would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Um, okay..." I replied casually, sat down in the window seat I was used to, and watched the mass-produced Raven with the number 998 hurriedly prepare coffee for myself. The image formed a huge contrast: Raven, who was obviously a master of magic, was not necessarily shrewd in other aspects.
After a burst of clanging noise in front of the coffee counter, Raven 998 turned to look at me with apology: "Well, Your Majesty, can I have tea?"
I nodded, and then watched 998 continue to harm another set of equipment with a twitching expression. A few minutes later:
"Your Majesty, what do you think of orange juice?"
"I... I just drink water." I quickly waved my hand, "If you have any problems at work, you can talk about it. If you have any opinions on Sylvia, we will talk to you in person. Don't do this..."
Raven 998 looked at the water dispenser next to him in trouble, and after thinking about it, he came over: "Your Majesty, I'd better chat with you."
Where did this guy come from! That mechanical idiot Sylvia can at least use the water dispenser, okay
"They are usually soldiers, they have centralized logistics, and they have never done housework or used these civilian equipment," Raven 998 stroked his hair in embarrassment, while the other two Ravens pretended to be cleaning but laughed lowly. "And I've only been here for three days, so I'm not used to it."
It was only then that I thought of asking what was going on in front of me, but Raven 998’s words took me a while to understand: “Because I want to help the mother body, but the mother body doesn’t want to do anything other than open a store, we sisters The three discussed together, so I had to come here to work."
I looked at the empty shop, and there was no customer. In theory, except for a few mass-produced bubbles that can be purchased at noon, or one or two Misakas in the afternoon, the turnover of this shop today will stop here. Now, three shop assistants popped up in front of me, what kind of irreconcilable conflicts do they have with Sylvia, so it’s too late to blame that silver-haired girl—Sylvia can’t even eat by herself It depends on the shadow city allowance, okay
Uh, speaking of Sylvia, I haven't seen her since just now, where did she go? One of the purposes of my coming here this time is to find her... well, strictly speaking, to find another person inside her.
"You are really looking for the mother, she is resting in the back, we are looking at the store," Raven 998 turned his gaze to the small door leading to the back of the store, "Maybe she is about to wake up, she has been sleeping very long for the past two days Time, it is said to communicate with Bella Vila's mother body."
Just as Raven 998 finished speaking, the small door was suddenly pushed open, Sylvia rubbed her eyes and floated out, walking straight to me: "Morning. Oh, it seems it's getting late."
I was taken aback by the other party's fluent and natural words, and suddenly realized: "Bella Villa? Now it's you?"
"Ah, 1 rest, now it's 2. Sylvia said you went to the God Realm, so you might come to me. I've been preparing for the past two days, and let Sylvia recharge her energy by the way." The former fallen emperor who shared the same body with Sylvia yawned, got up and took a few cakes from behind the counter, and greeted the clerk, "Who is that, is it number 998? Make me a cup of coffee... "
I rubbed my forehead: "Didn't you see that the coffee pot is broken in half?"
Bella Villa was stunned holding the cake, and looked at 998 with a strange expression: "Is there any tea?"
Then she saw the former teacup that had been burnt into glass by arcane flames.
Bella Villa bit the cake in her mouth, facing 998 with a delicate expression: "What is your main dissatisfaction with this world?"
Raven 998 held his head and went to the door to think about it.
"It's embarrassing to share a body with Sylvia. Her stupid behavior always causes trouble for others, especially me: I can't avoid it at all. Let the raven do this? Thankfully she figured it out." Akira Bella Shaking his head, he brought over a chocolate pudding, "Try it? This one was made by Sylvia herself. That girl is only good at making desserts."
"Don't you think it's inappropriate for you, as a half store manager, to eat up the products that your store is selling?"
"Ha, anyway, I have to eat it myself after a while. Sylvia, that idiot, has anyone opened a shop in the military area? Let's not talk about this, let's talk about you first. I stayed in the God Realm for many days. During the period, the world The Temple of the Tree has grown suddenly. There are many technicians in the research institute who seem to be busy with something, and even Bubbles don’t come here very often—it seems that you have experienced a lot in the God Realm.”
It may be that after a long period of deep sleep, people always have a desire to speak. Bella Vila's mouth does not affect her chattering with herself, but compared with a certain supreme dragon god, this magician The Queen of Girls is still far from it.
"Huh? Don't you trust me?"
Bella Villa asked suddenly.
"Of course not," I waved my hand. Although the situation at that time was very strange, Bella Vila is indeed in her own camp now. She is the mother of all ravens, and shares her body and authority with Sylvia. In this case, I don't need to hide anything from her, "I'm just talking under the organization—it's still about the fallen apostles. I know that you used to be their high-level figure, so you may know something else."
At the moment, I told the other party what I experienced in the God Realm, especially the possible ultimate goal of the fallen apostle. Bella Vila had told us a lot about this topic before, but because of the limited time she appeared each time , and the internal situation of the fallen apostle is too complicated, and the information I got from her is really not enough.
"Changing the pattern of the void, maybe it's a very close answer," Bellavi stretched his waist, and his tone was a little indifferent, "Oh, you may not be able to understand what kind of fallen apostle is. The organizational form. I told you, there are many contradictions, suspicions, hostility, and even acts of stabbing behind the back among the fallen apostles. After losing their spiritual network and distorting their personalities, everyone is a little nervous, but Now, the Fallen Apostles are still an organized operation, and they share the highest goal—don’t you find it strange?”
"You mean, the fallen apostles have someone like a supreme leader?"
I thought about it, and said uncertainly. The former Xiling apostles maintained extreme discipline and stability under the common rule of one hundred and thirty-five emperors, because all of them had a core goal of "fighting the abyss and developing the race", and because of this They established an extremely strict authority system for their goals, but now that great goal no longer exists, and there may be problems with their authority system: authority may still exist, but among fallen apostles of the same level, the authority system Restraint may have gotten out of control, so Occam can make a sneak attack on Bella Villa.
Under such circumstances, the stability and common progress of the race can no longer rely on the self-discipline of individual apostles, but must be like the "inferior races", there must be a figure who dominates everything with absolute means.
If this is the case, the problem of internal strife among the fallen apostles still exists. They are just carrying out the same goal with their own ulterior motives. Although this goal is indeed what the fallen apostles want, it cannot make them into a monolith.
"The Supreme Ruler..." Bella Vila bowed her head in thought. "It's similar, but I'm not sure."
I was shocked: "Could it be that you haven't even met your immediate boss?"
"Probably no one has seen him," Bella Villa looked into my eyes, "all the fallen apostles use 'that lord' to refer to a certain guy, he speaks directly in our spiritual world, we directly execute His order, that's all the communication. I've never seen the real face of the other person, I can only confirm that it is a real 'person', and a member of the old empire. God knows who after the catastrophe got that kind of Strength. So far, all actions of the fallen apostles have been carried out under the instructions of the "adult". It can be said that there is no other class among the fallen apostles except him. Obey the instinct of the strong. Therefore, I am not very clear about the detailed plan of the entire group of fallen apostles. Because apart from a unified ultimate goal, all plans do not belong to us. This cake tastes good, and I still eat it by myself It makes sense, I usually only know the taste of certain foods from Sylvia's memories... "
"Eat slowly, no one will grab you." I got up and poured a glass of orange juice for Bella Villa, while trying to calm down my mood, "That is to say...you don't even know what that guy looks like? Even You don’t even know what the opponent’s power is, and then you obediently obey? Are all the fallen apostles m?"
Bella Villa put down the food in his hands, stared into my eyes, and pointed to his head: "We really don't know what that guy's power is, but at least he can do one thing: cut this off."
"Head?"
"Spiritual power of the apostles of Xiling." RO