Nese watched him run away with a puff of smoke, and suddenly turned into a black dot. A funeral without a body. he thinks.
The air suddenly split into two layers in front of him, and sporadic points of light flickered between the two layers, dimming before reaching a very high brightness. A skeleton and two hunchbacked creatures carrying cross-body bags emerged from it.
Nesei looked at them sideways and determined that they were wearing the attire of the Mathematical Olympiad Association headquarters.
Are the headquarters members of the Mathematical Olympiad Association involved in the Returned Star Council's plan to repair the Great Deviation? He didn't expect that. Nese didn't see them at the afterparty. The Mathematical Olympiad Association, an organization of spellcasters with a few members and an elusive whereabouts, is an object worth knowing about for any human spellcaster. Not to mention 721.5 - this young Olympian with whom he was not familiar suddenly flashed urgently in his mind.
There is a saying that the Mathematical Olympiad Association, like material sects, is a gathering of lovers of naive simulations of the rules of the universe by mammals and mammal-like material creatures. This kind of simulation is just a conjecture that only exists in this plane, and the so-called headquarters of the Universe Olympiad Association does not exist just like the God of the Universe.
Therefore, it is important to confirm the existence of the Mathematical Olympiad Association headquarters. At least it used to be important. Nese knew it very well - especially when the images of 721.5 were flashing through his mind. Meeting the members of the Mathematical Olympiad Association Headquarters was a valuable experience. If he had seen them before his last birthday, he would have been ecstatic, racking his brains, and rushing over to ask for advice regardless of his dignity.
He could be ecstatic and rush forward. Or just laugh about it for a while because it's ridiculous - after all, it's rare that a funeral that has been carefully prepared for so long and has been trumpeted so many times will only find out at the beginning that there is no body to bury.
But now he just felt cold in his heart. Like the undead. If Willy Shaw's questions were correct, he could have shared more information about this filthy race with the arcane scholars. There are many doubtful points worthy of discussion. He would speak again about Ichaint, and even more about Beelzebub. There was also the undead traveler that he reluctantly believed in but reluctantly betrayed - the watermark on the ground. He admitted that he still wanted to confirm again, argue again, talk about it again, talk about those unspoken fears.
Even with Willy Shaw. It was even for this reason that he revived him again.
But the arcane scholar was in a hurry to leave.
Didn't this guy miss a valuable opportunity? two. He almost killed him. But the other party even forgot to scold him twice.
Just like an undead.
right. There are undead in front of us now. The leading skeleton came straight forward with the two apprentices from the Mathematical Olympiad Association. He didn't expect this either.
"Guardian of the main material plane. High-level warlock of the plane. Veled, formerly known as Nesse." The skeleton raised a leather hat full of cracks - it should be old cat skin, "Hello. You can call me One Metz from now on.”
He really didn't expect this. The two apprentices put their hands in their satchels and made a small sound. Nese looked at the two empty eye sockets of the skeleton and said, "Metz Five - who are you, the founder of the Occult Society on the Main Material Plane?"
The skeleton clicked its fingers, "Five. Five is one of my clones."
"How many clones do you have?" Nese asked casually. He didn't want to know, but he just thought it was a question for the 721.5 in his mind.
"Infinite."
"Cosmological constant planning team -" Nesse thought for a second, "I guess you must be leading this plan. The calculation amount of this plan should be the largest among all the plans, and it is most likely to be your work..."
"That's right. Our members have clear minds and reliable abilities. We have also achieved some phased results and completed the progress estimate. But the progress is not optimistic. Only 15% of the total calculation volume has been completed."
"Forgive me for being curious. If you have infinite clones, why don't you make a few more copies of yourself to help each other? Wouldn't that make the calculation of the cosmological constant faster?"
"I can't explain this to you."
There was an echo in Metz's skull, but the meaning was clear and concise: "Your brain cannot support understanding the principle."
The skeleton behaved so politely that one could almost ignore the offense. After all the jokes told by Willy Shaw, this was the first time Nese felt like laughing.
"Okay. I won't ask you how you know my existence, my name, and why I'm here." He nodded, "If my brain is not good, why are you still talking to me?"
"You can't do it with your brain. But Chant Sinkardstu's can do it."
The skeleton's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, "I want to find him. This is my purpose. Looking for you is just an intermediate solution."
Nese looked at him. nature. He should have thought that the original Olympian, who was also a senior undead man, would have no interest in a funeral without a corpse. He came here specifically to find out.
When he thought of Yi Chaint, he felt a throbbing pain in his head. It was as if a needle inserted there had been roughly flicked.
"Please tell me everything. It will facilitate our analysis." Metz's tone lacked any fluctuation. The stooped creature who had his hands stuck in his crossbody bag also nodded, his eyes flashing.
"Of course." Nesse replied.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw more guests descending. But the thing in front of me is obviously more worthy of focus. "Everyone is looking for him. I don't know where he is." He said, "All I can tell you is that the killer organization in the Killing Zone organized his murder. There is a family of resentful spirits trying to protect him, but I also Don't know if it was successful.
In order to get more information, an occultist and I went to the largest cemetery in the Killing Domain. He's not there. The Lord of the Tomb there told me the reason for his assassination and gave me some less relevant information. No further location information to be added. "
"What else?" Skeleton asked. The hands of the two crotched creatures kept clicking in the diagonal bag, and they had obviously begun relevant calculations.
Nesai turned her head and thought for a while. "No more. That's all."
"Also. You idiot." Yimeiz said decisively, "There are also things you know but you don't know."
"I know but I don't know-" Nese frowned. While this sentence confused him, it also made his mind tingle because it was so similar to what Ichaint was used to saying.
"I don't understand." He finally said, "Your Excellency Metz. As far as I can see, you are also an undead. And your ability and mind are outstanding. The purpose of assassinating Yi Zhanint is inseparable from the highest belief in the undead." .You must know the connection.
If there's something I don't know, it should be something you know. "
The skeleton's empty eye sockets faced him. It's like he's accumulating more unpleasant words. But he turned his head and said to the two crotched creatures:
"Good idea. Write it down quickly."
