Chapter 19 The Knot of Destiny

"According to our records six hours ago, you mentioned that you would try to get as many individual wills as possible to us. With Chaint. We want to test whether the Stabler's palace, or the entire regiment, has a region The mind-cleansing effects of sex.”

"Why repeat something we all know? I haven't gotten it yet." Yi Cha leaned lazily on the railing, holding one hand.

"That's right."

A Metz's voice is calmer than that of a worm. The original Olympian mage hovered at the perfect golden position from the ceiling, the back wall, the top of the mountain of debris, and the second-floor floor. There is a mountain of calculation paper in front of me. "I have already done the calculations that need to be done. What I need to do at this time is to remind you: you haven't got at least a working mind."

"It's worth mentioning that I didn't get a brain that can't be used. What's more worth mentioning is that, in my opinion, at least three days have passed - I'm really exhausted. The most worth mentioning is I don't know if it was six hours ago or three days ago. There is definitely another sentence in the record: 'Ezhaint Xincades said there was nothing he could do.'"

Yi Chaint stretched his body:

"Energy and matter don't travel normally from one elephant to another. You know, the great calculator. Those 'junctions' seem to travel freely between the two elephants—" He raised an eyebrow. "It's a pity that either their strength is too weak, their spirits are not very good, or their intelligence cannot support it..."

"Time is indeed in a state of uncertainty. But what I can be sure of is: you are trying to figure it out."

One Metz showed his usual resistance to jokes and their imitations. The tone was quite cold. "So far, you have discovered a lot of things. Willy Shaw's missing message bar for the 'Join Point' prompt, you can observe the inter-image mirror of the different images connected by the 'Join Point'. The key to changing the 'Join Point' A shifting compass of action. I know you're trying to get different connection points to touch. To collide with new probabilistic outcomes.

But I think current efficiency needs to be improved - especially with your time. "

"Are you urging me?"

"That's right."

"He's urging me." Icha leaned on his elbows and said to the little fly who was destroying a pack of brand new hemp sticks. "Tell him to die!!!" the little fly replied without turning his head.

"It's a pity that he is an undead. The undead are all super assholes who are already dead. The most asshole thing about him is that he is already dead." Yi Cha shrugged his shoulders and turned to Metz. "Can you die again against the laws of the universe? Dear mage? Please. This is the latest order from the most terrifying demon in hell. If you don't obey, we will all be a little embarrassed." Just as he expected. Didn't get any answer from any quarter. "You won't respond to any harsh words, right?"

"Yes." Yimeizi said coldly and dryly. "Missing Message Note. Elephant Mirror. Transfer Compass. Based on the evidence so far. We don't believe you are without privileges. By Chaint. What's the next thing you discover that has an impact on Separation? It's in your hands now. The thing held inside. A set of weaving tools. Does it have the function of connecting 'connection points'? If so, in the following data analysis, we will call it the 'Knot of Destiny'."

Yi Cha blinked and looked at the ball of yarn in his hand.

"I really can't hide anything from you. The great calculator of decay. It's hard to give you such creative names..."

As bad as any of Willie Shaw's names. he thought. He shook the ball of thread in his hand. The thread made a squeaking sound. "Honestly. These things are already there."

"Tell me what you're doing. Ichaint."

"As you can see. I'm playing with yarn."

"Tell me exactly what you are doing and how far you are connecting the dots. Do not use any parallels, enumerations, metaphors, sarcasm, dissimulation, or any other gimmicks."

"Oh. He just doesn't speak like Willy Xiao. No problem." Yi Cha bared his teeth and smiled. The smile faded quickly. "That's what I'm doing: connecting the dots. And then letting things develop themselves."

"You didn't do any control?" Yimeiz frowned non-existently.

"In the last attempt, we had a lot of control. It was completely out of control. So this time there was no control. It was very reasonable." Icha put the ball of string on the railing and let it roll around. "Have we not reached a consensus that those who serve as 'connection points' or 'prompts' have their own independent will? They are the natives of the Vientiane Forest. They should be able to navigate here with ease. Let us take a look at them ability."

"We have no such consensus."

"It turns out there isn't."

"How long will it take for your operation on the Knot of Destiny to take effect? ​​How long will it take for us to see results? What is your preparation plan?"

"My preliminary plan..." Yi Cha paused. Smiling thoughtfully. "Oh. This is good: be an undead. I don't know if you still have the impression, but there happens to be such an organization that wants me to die. I'm wondering, if I die directly and join them, will they feel very uncomfortable? Anxious—don’t know what to do with me?”

"——And don't use words that are suitable for making excuses." Yimeiz said seriously. “In a context where we understand each other’s intentions, respond accurately using words that fit the context.”

"My answer is: an accurate answer."

"I don't mean 'accurate' in the literal sense," Metz said. After a pause, he spoke cautiously:

"I can't feel the details. I can only interpret half of your expression. But just to be on the safe side, I have to tell you: if you are still trying to irritate me, or amuse me, you'd better stop these useless attempts. This reduces the efficiency of communication and the speed of arithmetic deductions.”

"Sounds like a serious crime," Icha said. There was a pause.

"The progress is." He let the yarn ball roll along the railing. "They are about to gather together. Whether this method can be successful or not, we will know in one go."

"Can you find out once?"

"If they can come, they can come together. If they can't come, none of them can come."

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The floods are rising again. The little prison floats on the water. Inside sat Asimov. Sniff Ning. bud. R complements 32. A gryphon.

They just fished out the "branches". Is leaving him in the corner to dry.

(End of chapter)