"When will they come?" Asimov asked. Xiun Ning and Ya were talking vaguely and ignored him.
"How can we recognize them?" Asimov continued.
Still no answer. Asimov pulled them forward.
The feeling of not having eyes is quite novel. It seemed like his eyes were always open, but he could see nothing but a reddish patch of drunkenness. He listened intently to catch. There was no sound except a meaningless grunt from Wabra's throat.
Then they came.
To him, it's "him." A figure emerged from the red drunkenness. Asimov touched his face—his eyes did not return to his face. The figure appeared directly in his mind.
But he knew exactly who it was.
"Uncle Willy Shaw." Asimov shouted happily, running towards the figure. At the same time, he released his hands on both sides.
"You little brat." The figure stretched out its arms to the boy and picked him up. "You didn't show up at the place we arranged."
"Neither did you. Dear uncle. What excuse do you have this time?" Asimov pulled his hair and beat the roots, making the other party beg for mercy. Although Grandpa Zhi is cool, Ya is also very well-behaved. He was happy to join them, but Uncle Willie Shaw was as irreplaceable as sunburn and grit in his toes. After a pleasant family exchange, Willie Shaw put the boy down.
"Can I help you, you bastard?"
"What do you want to give me?" Asimov opened his palms. "Just give it all to me."
"Ah, uh." Willy Xiao dug into his pocket and spread his hands. "I didn't bring anything special. What should I give you? Look at my bow tie. Do you like it?"
"Xiao Ning said..."
Asimov "looked" at Willy Shaw - he could "see" it, but not the tie. The little fish picker pinched his chin. I felt like I suddenly understood something. "Forget it. It's okay." He chuckled. Grabbed Willie Shaw's arm. "You just have to come with us!"
"Okay." Willi Xiao obeyed and moved in the direction of being dragged. "Who are 'we'?"
"We are..." Asimov paused. "Look" left and right.
"Ya? Xianning? Where are you?" he shouted.
…
…
"Disgusting," said Imetz. A swarm of beetles comes out of its mouth. "It's so disgusting. What a low-level technique. Using shallow needs to attract that fragile attention. And then easily achieve your goals. Despicable. Simple. Stupid..."
"So simple and stupid, and yet so effective. So its success makes you sick to your stomach. How can I put it? It's one of the common complications of intelligence." Fly a beetle with a bullet and let all the others The insects turned into little flames. "If so."
"I have read all the data you provided about Willy Xiao." Yimeiz said coldly - not as cold as before. Thick yellow-green sweat condensed on his forehead and flowed down the gaps between his bones. "The worthless scraps of paper he created are full of similar 'logics'. Giving up important progress for the sake of minutiae. Making sudden choices at the last moment that are not at all among the options. Sudden sudden changes in the right path. Fantasy, turning into a narrow corridor and encountering inexplicable obstacles. I have had enough of reading these processes——"
"——Okay." Metz paused as if to convince himself. Wiping the sweat from his brow - he pressed them between his fingers and rubbed them, as if questioning their existence. "No matter what. We have learned the whereabouts of Viri Xiao. We just need to get them together. Then pass the message through Ms. Beelzebub's servant. Let Viri Xiao open the exit from the Vientiane Forest. Question Most likely this will be resolved.
We don't need to go to all the trouble to get them here. There is no need for us to understand any tiny details of these tiny existences——"
"It turns out that this is a process that is extremely beneficial to us!" Yi Cha made a surprised voice. "Then why are you unhappy?"
"Why should I...don't push yourself too far!"
"You may cheer yourself up, sir. This is not a sudden thought."
"If you insist that this is the flow of energy, I have no intention of correcting you. With Chaint, these things will soon become unimportant." One Metz faced the wall - and seemed to let out a gentle breath. Angry? "We will leave here. After that, you must follow my advice and control Willy Shaw so that he can no longer interfere in the running of the world."
Isaac listened intently, then nodded: "Oh. What about the flood?"
"What flood?" That's right. The Primordial Olympian is taking a breath. He neither had to nor ever took a breath.
"The flood that is sweeping through the Vientiane Forest. The thing that has spread to the window sill of this palace. Either it is the embodiment of the water in Willy Xiao's head. Or it is one of the external expressions of the basic disorder of the entire Vientiane Forest - through A water nymph expresses it. And it disrupts the relationship between elephants." Yi Cha smiled. "Are you calming down, great mage?"
"It's not important." Yimeizi's tone was quite unpleasant. "I plan to wipe the Vientiane Forest from the database. They are full of errors and anomalies."
"I thought Olympiad's favorite thing was errors and anomalies. This will prove its superiority."
"It's not important. Let's get out of here. Floods. Earthquakes. Insect plagues. Volcanic eruptions. None of it is our business. Or the Mathematical Olympiad. Prepare for Ms. Beelzebub to make another broadcast."
"OK."
Icha blinked. "But Ms. Beelzebub is already asleep. Even when she wakes up, she is more interested in killing you first before talking about anything else - Ms. Beelzebub never talks about anything else."
"I don't believe there's anything you can do about it."
"It's a pity that I can't make everything go as planned for you." Yi Cha shook the yarn ball. "There's a topic I want to bring up that's going to make you sick - why do you think 'Buckle' wants them to hand over their eyes?"
"I do not care."
"You have to care. That's what's disgusting."
"It's nothing more than one of Willy Shaw's worthless logics." Metz paused viciously. "My patience with you is not unlimited. Ichaint. After respect is lost, patience will be consumed."
"Thank you for keeping me informed. Now back to the eyes. As you said, this worthless logic - what is it?"
Metz took a deep breath. This time even the bone pillars heard his inhalation.
"I will make one last calculation for your provocation," he said. Green light flashed out from the dark eye sockets. He roughly grabbed a stack of math papers. "Then you have to wake up Lady Beelzebub at the right time. Use the connection with her in your blood. Let her not have everything go her way."
"good."
"Devils don't say that word. It's not funny. Please don't continue."
