Metz turned his head ninety degrees and faced the devil.
"Uh-huh." Ishaint Hincades said as he played with a ball of yarn.
The Primal Olympian turned his attention back. He stretched out his pen and clicked it in an exaggerated manner in the air.
"An extra name? Really? Not an ear to hear it though."
He finished counting and said with certainty. "Not even the 'Zhi' who was talking to him heard it. There are six conscious individuals we saw in this ark. But according to this R Supplement 32 - an honest, unwilling to cause trouble, dedicated to his duties The information that the reporter just mentioned casually:
There are currently seven living beings in this prison ark.
And I can be very sure that none of the scenes we just saw include any activities of this individual he calls "Chip". "
"Do you have any estimates?"
"No. The impact cannot be estimated. Because there is almost no data to support it. We know nothing about him, except for two points: first, he is on this Ark, which was formerly a prison. Second, R 32 is aware of his existence ."
"Maybe he really is just very unimportant." Yi Cha smiled half-seriously. "It's so unimportant that all the passengers on the ship don't bother to talk to him and ignore his existence. Or more completely - you know the technique often used in those chattering arcane literary works - the word 'emphasis'?' Arcane The narrative of the story focuses on the fact that this seventh being is so unimportant, so unimportant that Willy Shaw's lovely brain thinks there is no need to waste energy on structuring his actions. Maybe that's it."
"I know the word 'weight'."
"Very close. Completely different at the same time."
"No matter what the final weight is, I think this is a breakthrough worthy of calculation." Yimeizi said simply.
There was a new rustle on the arithmetic table.
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"Who is that?" The newsman faced 'Zhi'. The smile is sincere and the voice is clear and sweet. One has to believe that everything he says is true. "I have no information about that."
Zhi nodded slightly. Without too much entanglement, he raised his thin, dry legs and strode over his head. Clearly it was not within the scope of the newsman's actions to continue such a topic. He didn't follow either.
On the other side, the aging griffin remained asleep—or, more easily—just remained dead.
The branch stopped in front of him. He put his elbows on the ground and stared at the feathers on Wabra's head with his red eyes.
"What about you? I'm here to ask you."
He looked at the brain that might or might not be moving under those dull feathers: "Have you seen him? Ichaint Sinkardstu," he said. The tone was quite certain. As if knowing that the other party must be listening.
"Who have you seen?"
"Who is that?"
"Whose name?"
"Don't say that, is that a name?"
Asimov regained his energy, and now he looked at the scene in front of him and started whispering to Mei, saying many words in succession. Both men only asked questions and had no answers. Inexplicably, they were all attracted to the mysterious pronunciation of that name - but it seemed like they were the only ones like that.
R Supplement 32 walked to the position with the fairest sound reflection in the entire prison, wearing a business-like smile. Xiun Ning buried his face between his knees and remained silent.
Asimov glanced at him and leaned closer.
"I'll help you sail the boat later?" The little fish picker suddenly slapped the merchant's son on the shoulder, scaring him so much that he almost jumped up. "The plan remains the same. Well. A slight change...I'm much better now! I can work one more day!" He smiled. "We'd better go to the Regiment. To the Palace of the Stabler - Hey? Do you hear me? Just say you heard me.
how? Still looking sad? don’t worry! I'll teach you how to fight! Especially how to have a good fight with this guy. But I don't think you're really fighting - you know. Uncle Willy Shaw taught me to discern these things. "
"……I don't."
Xianning wiped his face hard. The rosy color faded from his cheeks. Only the tip of the nose remained moist. "I don't want to fight." His voice was still so small. "I don't want to sail the boat either."
"We'll open it later! I'll be with you. Now I finally don't have to worry about starving to death on the way to the control room -"
It's said to be a control room, but it's actually just a small space they temporarily built with extra clothes and dead skin shells, in the empty corner. That was the only point of interaction between the entire prison and the outside world. It was where Sniffing Ning came here, and the whale blowing pipe used as power was also installed there.
"I'm not pretending. I really don't want to go to the group anymore." Xianning said softly, but in a firm tone. "That was the big brother's idea. Not mine."
"It was also my idea to go to Tuannoyama."
"No. That wasn't your idea either."
Xianning was silent for a moment. The volume was not much different from when he spoke just now. "Asimov. There are many places you want to go. You go deeper inland. Cross the Crystal Plains. Walk through the 'core' and reach the 'shell'. You also want to go to the deepest part of the sea. Go Listen to whether those singing conches are really singing. You also want to go up to the sky...
Although you say there are no clouds in the sky. But you still want to know whether the 'calyx' and 'vapor' that Ya said he saw exist. You all want to go. You can also join a group tour. You can also find a stable emperor. "
He said many things. He was out of breath as if it was the first time he had spoken so many words. "But this is not the place you want to go the most. At least now you want to go back to 'Chu'. Because you really want to see the people there -"
"Hey? Do you know what I'm thinking?" Asimov was so surprised that he slapped Ning Ning on the shoulder. "You know the secret method? Oh! I forgot. Everyone here knows the secret method! Then tell me, what is so special about you!"
"I'm not special at all, and there's nothing remarkable about me. I'm not even very good at arcana."
"Of course you do. Don't be modest." Asimov chuckled. "Stop talking about my idea. What's your idea?"
"My idea—"
Zhi was still waiting for the gryphon's answer. Apparently he had a certain amount of patience - it was just that his patience had gone to visit him before and he had just returned. Wabra's eyes were buried under his thick eyebrows, motionless.
"Maybe you didn't explain it clearly to him, Grandpa Zhi." Asimov said with a smile. "If you are too old, you will either not be able to speak clearly, or you will not be able to hear what others are saying!"
"Let me ask!"
He rolled his eyes, jumped up and ran over. He grabbed the hair on the side of the griffin's head and said, "Hey! Do you know Yi Chaint? This is very important to that old man! If you know him, tell him quickly!"
The gryphon let out a deep sigh. He is not dead.
"I know him." Wabra said slowly. "But what's the point?"
(End of chapter)
