Chapter 35 Patience grows

Metz did not come down the steps. Not yet. It was thirty minutes before I saw him in the lobby.

"It's just been thirty minutes. That's right." Yi Cha was putting together several short poles and yarn balls and playing with them. He said casually when he heard the roar of the calculation table.

He didn't hear the original Olympian's reply.

Tick ​​tock.

The yellow-green viscous liquid dripped down the legs of the calculation table.

"That's right." The devil unfolded the wool attentively and said to himself. "It's seven-thirty now. Are you feeling well?" He glanced at Metz's face and raised the corners of his mouth. "What are the diseases of the undead? Bathing is supposed to make you sick. You look like you just took a nice bath. A hot bath. Something."

He lowered his head again.

"It seems like you don't want to share your little moves." Yi Cha said lightly. Wrap a ball of yarn around a short pole to create a simple grid shape. He carefully pulled them with the tips of his claws to test the strength. "But actually I know what you did. I just can't bear to point out your failure. You failed to find the second tribute. You also failed to find another way."

A hoarse thunderous sound erupted from Metz's throat. Tick ​​tock tick tock. Liquid drips faster. Make a smile on the yarn mesh. "Pathetic. You can't force an emperor to do anything. Especially in the palace where his title begins."

The math table suddenly appeared next to him—to be precise, it hit him hard on the back. The tabletop made an incredibly loud noise and tilted on one side.

Yi Cha didn't move a muscle or raise his head, concentrating on smoothing out the frizz on the grid.

Yimeiz let out a breath - as if the wind composed of many wronged souls blew over the moth-eaten bones. The arithmetic table stopped for a moment and slowly turned to look at its side.

"Are these...the characteristics that a demon should have?" the original Olympian mage criticized. He clearly put in a lot of effort to speak in his current tone. He obviously put in a lot of effort to keep talking. The sharpness of the accusation cannot be blamed at all. "Forcing is your job. I couldn't do it. But if you can't. Wake up Ms. Beelzebub. We made progress after many false attempts and collected new data..."

"Oh. Some progress. So you admit it's seven-thirty? Great Olympian?"

Tick ​​tock. Metz breathed out again. Green sparks came out of his mouth this time.

"Yes. I admit it. But it hardly adds any meaning. A single point in time. No events, or other times, are connected to it." Tick-tock. He said. "The only progress is that we are sure we can get more from the emperor in this palace. Also. Your guess about the first type of arcane story is right. Your guess about Willy Shaw is right. These These are all data worth paying attention to. That nonsense from Willie Shaw is worth listening to. Important...if you insist on using such descriptions. You have made a significant and outstanding contribution. My patience has grown. Mathematical Olympiad recognizes that logic Relationship. Is it okay?"

He spoke suddenly. Gradually irritable. It's like learning to speak on the first day and becoming mute on the second day. He swallowed. The teeth collided together in the process, making a terrible friction sound. Yellow-green liquid emerged from his body and was now flowing down the four legs of the calculation table.

"Now please continue this progress. Bring out the second tribute. Or go directly to the second type of story. Don't hide it. If you know what they need-" The end of this sentence is almost just a continuous change of tone. scraping sound.

to check him out.

"There is indeed progress. You may even be anxious. Great mathematician. Even though you said that as long as I do it right, your patience will grow. You are still anxious. Because things are not going in the direction you expected. Don't worry. It's the most common cause of anxiety in the universe. It just doesn't make sense. Believe it or not, I did a little bit of research. Research. All kinds of truth. Eventually I discovered, Some things really don't make sense. Of course, you might think it's all Willy Shaw's fault and hate him even more - after all, you also have this ability...

one way or another. You get used to it after a while - an ant that has lost its sense of smell has to take a while to find its way home. "

The devil's tone was as warm as the spring breeze.

Metz let out a howl-like laugh. "Why am I not in a hurry?"

"You admitted it. You adapted faster than I thought!" Yi Cha clapped and swiped left to zoom out, removing the mucus on his robe in an instant.

Then he turned around and spread his hands.

Metz did not attempt another collision this time. The math table floats in the air.

Tick ​​tock.

"How is it?" Yi Cha smiled.

"in my opinion……"

One metz smoothes out a whole line of Mars. hoarse voice. "The only meaning of time being determined is that we can no longer delay time here with peace of mind. From this moment on, time undoubtedly begins to flow forward. It is the same for all existences. Every minute we spend in the Vientiane Forest is A minute wasted."

"Is this your latest calculation result?"

"This is a fact."

"Your facts make sense. But your facts are different from my facts. You know what? I kind of understand why you and I ended up here..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Tell your facts."

"My facts? Facts are arcane stories."

"It's that disgusting secret story again..." Yimeiz clenched his fists and gasped.

Yi Cha looked at him with a half-smile. "I'm really afraid that you will suddenly come to life with anger. Great Magician." He looked away and looked at the mountains of debris in the hall. Some of them were quietly moving. "Arcane Stories."

Metz remained silent for a while. a long time. He let out a sigh.

"...tell your secret story," he said.

"It's Willy Xiao's secret story." Yi Cha nodded. "Even Willie Shaw's arcane stories are stories. And like all hapless minds who love stories. They all require three key elements. Time. Place. Character. As the Emperor of the Vientiane Forest tells us. . Now there’s an element of that.”

"Time. An element. Is this another meaning?"

Metz calmed down a little. "I think that makes sense. So the time is half past seven."

"It's seven o'clock in the evening. The story started at seven o'clock in the evening. It's half past seven now. We'll look at what happened in that half hour later. But since it's only half an hour, maybe nothing happened. Now we're going to Found the second element.”

"The location is the Palace of the Stablers."

"No. It's here." Icha said.

He threw the yarn grid forward.