Chapter 10 Regiment

A hard-working water fairy descended from above and landed gently into the patio of the "pod". She brings a bountiful harvest. "Sisters." The water fairies who were carving sand, braiding hair, knocking shells, and taking air baths all raised their heads and looked at her innocently.

"Today's wave brought a lot of duckweeds." said the industrious water fairy, releasing an irregular ball wrapped in water plants.

After unfolding, it was a large mass of things that were tangled together and difficult to distinguish.

The industrious water fairy shakes one hand and gently stirs the water flow to separate them and suspend them in different bubbles.

What could be identified were several multi-headed kittens, a large piece of tree bark with green knobs, half a colorless wing and a griffon. The industrious water nymphs comb their surfaces to make each piece of duckweed appear juicy and fresh.

"Oh. You can keep it. We have enough things here." The other water fairies only glanced at them and said absently.

They all turned back. Start carving the sand. Braid your hair, crack shells, take an air bath.

The hard-working water fairy was stunned. after awhile. Disappointed, she returned the unwelcome fruits of her labor to the clump of water plants.

I won't be bringing back any new duckweeds tomorrow. She dragged her straw bag back to her castle. thought unhappily. The other water fairies were immersed in their own leisurely pursuits and completely forgot to say goodbye to her. This added to her unhappiness. Each water nymph has a castle. Countless treasures can be stored inside. There was certainly enough room in their castle. There are even many empty castles here, waiting to be filled with new water nymphs and their treasures.

The hard-working water fairy thought. Gradually becoming more aggrieved. When she returns to her air bath. She had made a new determination. She will still go to the water tomorrow to collect the passing duckweeds. But she will never share it with other water fairies again.

No. Don't talk about duckweed. She would never share anything with them.

Without exception. Nothing works.

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Except what she saw. A strange water fairy among the duckweeds. Suspended in the water with a blank look on his face. The smell on the body is complex. But there is no doubt about it. She is their sister. She needs a castle to stay in. Needs a "pod" welcome. New life is needed.

The industrious water fairy hesitated for a moment. Let the snail song ring. Summon other water fairies. Here they come. Recognize each other smoothly. This piece of duckweed became their new sister.

As they led her back, she told them her name.

Norole. They lived together for three years. Then another three years.

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"Then another three years," the recorder wrote. The image on the screen stopped. Then start playing the next segment. The note taker closed the note and began to blank. He has recorded all the scenes that have appeared. What follows is just the cycle repeating.

A calculation table appeared out of thin air. A skeletal face appears from behind the tall paper.

"How is it?" Yimeiz said in the direction of the throne.

The throne is empty. But there was someone sitting on the bone steps leading there. The corners of his black and red robe hung down on the yellowed steps.

"have no idea."

Ezhaint Hincades spoke slowly, one hand spread out on his knees.

"And I think the fact is very obvious." Metz clicked his pen on the table. "Very Shaw." He pronounced the name. "The 'author' of our world was stimulated by something and pulled us all into another world he created——

The reason for whom he chose to bring in cannot be determined for the time being. But they are all creatures around him that have a positive relationship with him. And now these creatures - us - are trapped here. We neither know whether the original world still exists, nor do we know the rules of the current world. It's quite a problem. "

"Totally? One hundred percent?"

"In extreme cases, even I have to use these vague words. 'Approximately' or 'mostly' and so on. I hope you can adapt as soon as possible." Metz said in a calm tone. "'Due to a lack of thorough understanding of the underlying rules here. I can't calculate a precise outcome, not even a probability.' means: 'I think so.'"

"It seems that I have to adapt to a lot of things. The great mathematician actually wrote a famous book called "Subjectivity"."

"In this place, I have to get used to this way of thinking. Otherwise, thinking will even stagnate..." He paused. "Now let's continue what we were talking about before."

Yi Metz's calculation table stopped in front of a picture woven with energy patterns. Raise a pen to indicate:

"Among us individual wills who have been pulled in, there are three different situations. You and I are the first type. Thanks to the Austrian numbers, I can still maintain a clear mind...

These guys are the second type. "The Great Mathematical Olympian pointed the tip of his pen on Noro'er's face. "They are trapped in a loop that connects end to end. And even his own identity data and purpose have been forgotten.

This also means that their spiritual power is almost zero. They are isolated and unable to disrupt the status quo. And because they are unable to break the status quo, they are isolated.

If we don't interfere. They will most likely continue to do so. Live here until your consciousness is exhausted and dissipated. "

"And this," he added as if remembering something, "is what we don't want to see."

He pronounced the word "think" rather awkwardly.

"That's right. Ah. There's a mistake. But it's not important." Yi Cha smiled without a smile. "I think the most critical question at hand is: How should we intervene? Neither we nor our power means can leave the 'Regiment'. And they will not come to visit us for a while."

"Such a powerful demon duke is actually helpless?"

"That's not true." Yi Cha patted the bone steps with his hand. "I'm helpless right now with the very stereotypical decoration and seats he arranged for me."

"Clear. I will include your confusion when thinking about the problem."

Although the words are finished. But the math table didn't float away. Metz lowered his head where he was and continued working.

Yi Cha propped his head and looked at Metz boredly for a while. There is nothing new in the images in the energy patterns. Instead, Yimetz's reaction might be more interesting.

"That's right." The Great Mathematical Master raised his head. "What you just said was wrong. Where is the mistake? I need to mark it."

"First. This is not a new world." Icha said. "This is the Vientiane Forest. Our world is the truth. I think."

(End of chapter)