"The author of this book, the marvelous Willy Shaw, the world's greatest occult scholar, has truly gone haywire. He prepares the funeral in an almost obsessive manner, trying to make it perfect, giving sonic constructs unnecessary lengths of time. company - so much so that he was not able to rest for a long time, but he was negligent at the critical moment - almost the only critical moment.
It was too much for him to bear, and he had no one to share it with. He was nearly driven crazy...well, he was crazy for a while. The only potential partner here is Ezhant Sinkardstu. He knew Amplitude Three Hundred much earlier than he did. They should be more emotional. But the Demon Duke still acts like a born protagonist, pretending to be so cool that it's hard to tell whether he's pretending or not.
In any case, it was a waste of effort to talk to Ezhaint. Willie Shaw tried his best to organize the language, but as you can see, nothing logical and literary was produced.
The situation got worse, not better, after the Demon Duke absentmindedly synchronized the missing memory to him. Now Willie Shaw saw everything firsthand, from Echaint's perspective.
He saw how they got from the venue at Dracula's Castle to the party. By the way, from the devil's peripheral vision, he saw the scene of Amplitude 300 disintegrating.
Willie Shaw noticed how much attention was being paid to him. From this point of view, he didn't think the demon was very impressed. Didn't pay much attention. If he hadn't mentioned it deliberately, the evil guy would have acted as if he had never seen it before.
Izaint's attention was on other things. Even though he knew it, he didn't want to discuss it. The demon uses a narrative trick on its own memory that causes great distress from all perspectives.
Plus ten thousand reasons. Willie Shaw also felt unable to accuse him of doing this deliberately. Chaint really has to worry about the disaster of death, the end of the world, the end of the world, the end of the world, and other events that are coming one after another. Besides, memory is such a mean thing.
But a pain if shared. It will become two pains.
If not shared, it can turn into hundreds of pains.
Now Willy Shaw has hundreds of pains...
Hey? Thinking about it this way, pain is awesome! No wonder so many bad guys use it as a source of power! Maybe the same goes for Chaint. "
——Draft of "Walking with the Magnificent Willy Shaw - A Biography of Chaint Sinkardstu"
"Even if the facts are wrong, why do you refer to yourself in the third person in this chapter? Do you want to keep a distance from yourself?" - Commented by Ezhaint Xinkades
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There is a musician among the ghosts. Willy Shaw's negotiation with him went smoothly - Knob Four made sure it went smoothly, possessing the arcane scholar to prevent him from saying anything foolish like himself.
They worked out the time and determined the payment, and then Knob Four left Willy Shaw. Willie Xiao looked like he had been impaled, but still had a silly smile on his face. He didn't ask to find out more about Amplitude 300, he just clapped his hands and walked out of the door.
"We'll see you later! See you later!" he said.
"What's the matter with him?" Tolin asked quietly.
"He's worried about his essay campaign. And our speaker doesn't want to worry with him," Laslono said.
"That's right." Icha said, "Let's go."
The arguments were settled. The questions all have correct answers - or are labeled: "process later." They left the guests behind. One linguist objected—a guest could only be a guest in the presence of the host. So Yi Cha asked him to join them - which made the other party suddenly turn from anger to joy.
Just walking a short distance away, I found something new and found Li Fu, who had said goodbye to him a long time ago.
The fairy was a little embarrassed. Because she was so decisive in walking away before. And from her face, Yi Cha could see that she had actually been wandering around here doing nothing.
"I'm going to die. It doesn't matter where I die. So I'm back," she said. She still clearly remembered what happened that night, but her choices were different from those she had just come out of the law blockage.
There is indeed something different. As if to prove that Nesis was right, it seemed that from a certain point on, no matter how he treated them. No matter how clearly they knew it. They still had to either die or forgive him. From a certain perspective, this process is extremely cruel, but all those who can prevent this cruelty do not comment on this matter.
Similar things happened one after another, and the protector Tithnon came to visit again one day and rejoined their team, bringing another little surprise. "Since I already know this from you, there is no need to go anywhere else."
Its interpretation was accepted and itself welcomed.
Regardless of the process, various plans for the big offset eventually ran smoothly. Laslono also found the perfect balance between his work on The Garden of the Elevator and The Strange Face of the Star - he was successfully fired from the Garden of the Elevator for exposing too much of his vampire nature. So while he pretended to complain, he also pretended to devote more energy to the management of the Returned Star Council and the "Crank Adjustment" program he was responsible for.
Icha condoned this pretense, just like he condoned Lasnuolo's pretense of not knowing about the deal between himself and Nerigin - due to the blood relationship, high-level vampires must be aware of the elements. But they knew it tacitly.
Another thing he hoped to keep tacitly understood was that Beelzebub had never called him on this expedition. Only in the case of the Demon Queen, he could not guess whether this forgiveness had the same reason as others, although she had been particularly tolerant recently.
But he didn't even think about guessing her thoughts, just like he didn't think about the storm - this storm must show off its power around him, so she would show off its power.
However, apart from the matters between the two of them, they still have to spend time ensuring the safety of the terminal office. Because the basis of the cosmological constant scheme is set there. Yimezi is like a continuous knowledge-making machine, which he respects and wants to keep him alive and intact.
Sure enough, after the terminal office and surrounding auxiliary measures were arranged, the cosmological constant plan took the lead to achieve rapid results:
Metz, the original Olympian, invented several common intermediate algorithms and promoted them in other groups.
Professional machinists adopted parts of them and used them in their own machines. The ghosts were surprised to find that there were new friends around them who were as mysterious as themselves, coming and going like the wind.
The frequency of the mechanics coming to inform them of progress became more and more frequent. Every time they came, the vehicles and the power of the vehicles were updated. It seemed that the birth of a universal problem-solving machine was no longer a fantasy.
Sure enough, soon, the mechanic brought great news.
