The scattered void cyclones on the background of The End of the End changed direction at a certain moment. Nesai raised her head and looked at the remaining traces of the large whirlpool.
He watched until the abnormality disappeared. Finally convinced that nothing happened. It’s just a fluctuation in the weather.
The weather at the end of the road is the same as it was an hour or thirty days ago. But he felt very different from before.
He felt completely different from any moment before. Without preparation, he completed a clear speech, which included the transmission of a large number of real events and objective laws, as well as explanations, reasonable distortions and deception to attract the audience's attention; he completed six small discussions, I listened to it more than three times and the amount of information was no less than 200,000.
Questions and answers about "Flow Entropy" - this unit was even temporarily learned from others in the previous process; he also accepted four challenges, only one of which was carried out with force, and two in the demonstration session. It was over when the opponent surrendered; he roused some one hundred and sixty slumbering creatures and prevented twenty-seven disgruntled escapes.
Another seventy-one instances of running away had nothing to do with being disaffected. These reasons can be simplified to: "I'm just here for the funeral, why are you telling me this?" But as time goes by.
No one is clamoring for these reasons anymore. Nese had the rhythm - he was sure he had the rhythm.
Even in front of three bands that are famous all over the world, have extraordinary appeal, and are extremely sensitive to every pause.
The funeral repertoire that Willie Shaw spent a great deal of effort and time rehearsing - quite possibly the grandest, most beautiful, and most moving set of repertoire in the universe - was temporarily replaced to fit the current theme - and the ghostly music The hands also expressed their willingness.
Yes. This also means that he completed eighty-three wastes and seventy-one compulsions at the same time - 96% of which were not discovered by more than 51% of the guys present, and 60% of which Nine was not even detected by the target creature.
Such things include - he has not yet provided the body to everyone. The original Olympian Maze said that this can also be included in the tolerance scale as a typical example.
The more he does this, the better he gets. It was as if he had planned to come this way. besides. He heard six hundred and fifty-seven different descriptions of Ichaint.
And - the most important thing. At the right moment, he synthesized the suggestions he heard and standardized his own proposals again, which he had been brewing for a long time.
These proposals clearly addressed the difficulties he had previously stated to his guests. But anyone can see that his attitude towards difficulties is different from that then - just one day ago.
Yes. The funeral has been going on for a day. In Viry's original plan, it would have been six times longer.
The next time is
"night". There is no night at the end of the road, so it can also be said that it is all night. In Willy Shaw's original design,
"Night" is arranged three times. It is a time for lighting bonfires, relaxing and resting, and allowing short-lived creatures to continue to reproduce.
The track "Night" will be led by the Howling Wave Band to create a qualified desolate atmosphere. Impromptu poetry and performances also occur during this time.
Willie Shaw's only legacy: Posting half the timetable and even mentioning it. Nese watched as some of the guests gathered around the prepared bonfire frames and lit them one by one.
Stone-flowing fireflies begin building nests where the temperature is suitable, preparing to raise the next generation to cope with the next day.
Such a break seemed so necessary that even Willy Shaw, who did whatever he wanted, had to take it into consideration.
Nese didn't stop either. But for an entirely different reason: This will be one of the few moments guests will have to think.
He hadn't planned for the funeral to last that long. And there is no need to let Yimeiz know this for the time being. This is not deception.
he thought—for the first time in a long time, confidently. Perhaps this is the original calculation result of the Mathematical Master.
That's why Yimeiz asked him to preside over the funeral. Nesse glanced at Metz.
"Continue until the end." The original Olympian mage nodded his withered head and reminded again tirelessly.
Nese nodded at him. Now he thought he fully understood what the other party meant. It doesn’t have to be Willy Shaw’s arrangement.
Now since he is the host, standing on the pastel square, when does it end and what is
Naturally, he has the final say. He would make it happen tomorrow morning. Until then, he would let the funeral continue.
Nesse looked down at the guests. Like a tangled ball of yarn - he already knows he's a hair-knot philosopher, proposing ideas for the Great Deflection
To "level" the theory, but not yet formulate a complete plan, the poor guy climbed up to a high position on a nearby campfire stand and began a small sermon.
This kind of preaching has happened before, with the same mediocre effect as what is happening now. The scattered guests slowly gathered around, showing moderate interest.
That's fine. Nese thought. They need to relax and think. Tomorrow morning is decision time.
Metz will get the calculation result - this is what he deserves as the being who opened this opportunity to him. If the effect of the result is not significant enough, he will not hesitate to start his own plan.
The Howling Wave Band played "Barren Flash" according to the original agreement. Neese waved to them, and within one-half of a second, the music changed to "Beyond Violence."
"I prefer the translation of 'over violence'." Lasnuolo didn't know when he was getting closer. He pressed his eyes into his hat with one hand.
"What do you think?"
"Everything is fine." Nese said calmly.
"Everything okay?" the vampire smiled,
"Then why did you change it? This song is not good for breeding. Believe me, no one understands music better than vampires." He stretched out his index finger and shook it at his ear: "Is this your first time to taste it? What’s the taste of power?”
"I don't understand you."
"Do you know how you behave now? Like an arrogant brat." Lasnuolo pressed his two fingers together and crushed them.
"A second ago, you were still hesitating and shirking responsibility. You were afraid of causing any bad impression. A second later - snap!" He snapped his fingers.
"Suddenly you are full of grandeur and start bossing everyone around. Do you know how skilled you look? Like a vampire, not a vampire like me. A kind of person who doesn't grow teeth, doesn't drink blood, and eats meat and vegetables. A vampire who likes to talk about benefits and costs.”
"I still don't know what you're talking about. If you want to insult me, just say so."
"Why should I insult you with my own race?" Lasnuolo sneered,
"I sincerely praise you. You are acting very well to my taste right now, little guy. I'm starting to think about whether I should let you be a little more responsible for my safety..."
"It suits your taste. Hmm."
"Just like Echaent Xinkades. Our Speaker. Like a fucking dictator. But no wonder, you are his little minion."
