They were preparing to go out through the one-way small teleportation port.
On the way, we passed another row of tall metal paintings - they were also promotional display pictures of relatively high-profile martyrs. Each one was in a crappy poster style with shiny edges - the tall and thin wrinkled figure of a "professional gambler" Sure enough, it was caught in it.
They stood looking at it for a while.
The bright eyes of professional gamblers in metal paintings surveyed them.
The professional gambler in the painting was taller and more energetic, but otherwise indistinguishable from the martyr they had met face to face.
"He wants to help us." Ke Qier said, raising his head.
"uh-huh?"
"I feel from him..." Keqier raised and lowered a hand, looking for the right words. "bona fide."
"bona fide?"
Normally, Icha would laugh a little at this.
But Kezier is now in the most offensive phase of his entire Angels career. If he could feel kindness even in this situation...
"Isn't that a bet?"
Looking at the professional gambler in the painting, he has a mask on his face, but there is no trace of disguise on him at all. Peace flowed from him like sweet spring water at night. "No. It had to be a gamble. He's a martyr. He doesn't joke about his profession."
"I always feel...he doesn't want to beat us." Ke Qier said.
"Well, he gave too much," Icha said.
The gamble does exist, but this gamble seems to be to cover up some facts.
It was almost like... covering up the fact that he was helping them, to make the help seem more acceptable.
Yi Cha glanced at the "poster" next to him.
There is a pale white martyr painted there. She has non-reflective skin like cloth. Her body seems to be covered in a huge white cloak. She stretches out her thin hands and feet and looks straight ahead with a melancholy face.
"This is a professional land builder."
Take a look at the text description below the painting below. "It's like the 'Mother Earth' in some myths."
Keqier looked at the melancholy woman in the portrait of the martyr, then shuddered, and punched his chest with a "thud".
But he didn't have much strength, and this punch only wrinkled the skirt of his clothes.
He covered his eyes.
"Oh? How about I come?" Yi Cha glanced at the angel. "What's wrong?"
"It's uncomfortable." Ke Qier whispered.
"How uncomfortable is it?"
"She." Keqier turned his head and pointed forward with a finger. "She feels bad."
He pointed horizontally at random again, "These two pictures put together make me uncomfortable."
"I don't understand it at all." Yi Cha said. "Let's go. Don't stay here."
He didn't know whether he knew Ke Qier's carelessness. This guy's sensitivity was too good, as if he had his own "sensitive weather" in his brain.
There was nothing wrong with leaving the source of his brain confusion, and that was the last thing he needed right now.
They moved forward in silence.
Feather duster-shaped “professional cleaners” waved past them. "Hello. Clean!" He gave a strangely broken greeting.
"I think that's the reason." Ke Qier said suddenly.
"Feather duster? Uncomfortable? Or metal poster?" Yi Cha asked in reverse order.
"I said professional land builder." Ke Qier said, "Professional gambler, do you want us to protect her?"
Yi Cha thought for a while, and then thought again. Then say "I really don't understand how you came to this conclusion."
"oops!"
Kezier exerted his newly acquired bad temper. "You do not understand."
"You can briefly describe your reasoning process."
"He cares about her. Love."
Kircher waved his hands. "He provided information and asked us to find the monster with seven mouths because he was afraid that he would do something to harm her! He knew that we were not on the same side as that guy. So he gave us all kinds of help. And let us Don't hurt her..."
He hammered his palm, his eyes flashing with temporary wisdom. "This is his most critical request! The most important sentence in that paragraph is 'Don't hurt her!'"
There is a certain degree of persuasion.
Angels do feel love - from the heart, not from the dictionary.
However, Yi Cha was rigorous enough and calmly pointed out, "This is just your speculation."
"You may not have seen that sign just now." Ke Qier argued, "The sign on the chest of 'Professional Land Builder'..."
"I saw it."
"Well... since you saw it, you should have noticed that the logo on her chest is exactly the same as that of the 'Professional Gambler'! Only in the opposite direction."
"I can only think that there are a lot of possibilities," Yicha said. "The possibility you mentioned also exists, but compared with other possibilities, I don't see any superior properties."
"I told you you don't understand!"
"Besides, it's not important at all. It doesn't affect our actions." Yi Cha replied. “We just have to take it literally.”
Keqier flapped his wings like an unhappy duck but said nothing.
They turned a corner. Go through a passage.
Silent and cold.
Just the tiny scraping of feathers.
"Okay. If that's what you said, why didn't he just say it?"
Cha breaks the silence. "A professional gambler can tell us directly, 'I will exchange information for you to protect the safety of professional land builders.' What's wrong? And he can definitely find a 'professional bodyguard' in the guild, so why entrust us?"
"Aha! You're starting to think about it!" Keqier shouted proudly, and then coughed like a serious illness - angels can't be too proud.
"After thinking about it, I feel that the initial intentions of professional gamblers will still affect our actions." Yi Cha said, "Let me re-understand your thinking."
"I forgive your treachery."
Ke Qier finished coughing, caressed his chest twice, immediately raised a hand, and said impatiently
"As to your question, I think that's the case because they are 'martyrs'! Martyrs cannot love specific 'individuals', but only their own areas of expertise."
"This is normal."
"Oops! He hasn't finished yet!" Ke Qier shouted, "So the 'professional gambler' can't speak directly to us at all. Let alone us, he can't even express it to any other individual... No. No!"
Ke Qier opened his eyes wide, clenched his fists, and suddenly understood the upgrade
"That's right! I get it! He can't even express it to himself! He doesn't even know it!
But he was subconsciously guided by this incident. Didn't that 'profitable statement' also come from his thinking? This way all his weird behavior will be clear!
Wow! like! It's love! It makes so much sense! "Angel punched hard.
"There is no basis, but you know so much." Yi Cha praised casually.
He paused, suddenly stopped, and turned back. "I thought of a good way to confirm it. Let's go back and ask him. Can't we?"
"No. Yeah! This definitely won't work!"
Ke Qier stopped him. "Do you want him to 'collapse his faith'? If my analysis of his subconscious just now is correct, then the 'bet' he proposed is a subconscious psychological protection for himself. How can we expose him?"
"Too."
Yi Cha sighed and turned around again. "What a bother. Whatever."
They climbed the one thousand one hundred and eleven steps and reached the teleportation port.
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