"Why don't you speak? Are you ready to leave?" Asimov blinked and looked at him. "Just say a word to me, Uncle Duke. I'll send you off - and welcome you if you come again. I'm starting to feel what I can do." He shook his little finger - before he Before doing this action, it was a meaningless gesture, but obviously, now it has been given some meaning by the imperial power.
"Of course. It's all thanks to you. Anyway. Thanks for your help. I really don't feel hungry anymore. We'll be fine."
If he didn't say goodbye, similar expressions would begin to tire him. Asimov just caused an accident. But he had been warned enough. An accident like this won't happen again - it can only happen once. No need to say more. Yi Cha stood up and prepared for separation.
He was very sure that he was not hesitating or having other ideas——
"Or are you planning to help me more?"
he heard the boy say. "Uncle Duke. I suddenly realized that you can do something for me."
"Say it," he heard himself say. He sat down again. This is not an important choice. It doesn't matter that the chairs are very comfortable.
to observe the inconsequential movements of the boy opposite——
Asimov stretched out his hands, and a scroll unfolded from his hands. Yicha immediately recognized the pattern on it - the distribution map of the Vientiane Forest that he had spent a while to allocate, the second bargaining chip in exchange for the Stabilizer.
"I still want to ask you this. Uncle Duke. You did this."
This is not unimportant. Icha nodded. He hadn't been thinking about it just now. But when I think about it, its importance is irrefutable. Especially when we were still in the Vientiane Forest, on that carefully crafted map, all the elephants had reached a stable and self-sufficient state. Each elephant has a sufficient variety of origins, the corresponding rules are cleverly embedded without conflicting with each other, the risks are interesting but never destructive, and the matching resource allocation is also extremely reasonable.
In this case, isolation is no longer a coercion but a choice—an option that is quite difficult to refuse.
“It is what the new world of Vientiane Forest will develop into,” Yicha said.
That's right. Vientiane's forests will more than just recover from floods. This is not a simple resurrection of the dead and reconstruction after disaster - after seeing such a creation, no one will care about the dead of the past or the disasters of the past. They are like the emperors of the past, existing in books and having a described way of death - but no one cares whether he actually died that way. The new Vientiane Forest will have all the wonderful things it once had and urgently needs to have——
"Is this the new world? That's right?" Asimov asked. He seemed much more concerned than before.
"Since last night." Yicha replied.
At the beginning of the seventh day, that important time, the Vientiane Forest will develop like this. This map, and the future it represents, is the result of his work with the Stablers. Although one of them is about to leave, the other has already left. But as the most important of the first changes that occurred after this new plane was freed from the mind control of the abominable author, it is a blueprint that is perfect enough, free enough, and able to accommodate all creations.
Its creators should be proud when they see it. Such a plane has never existed in the world. Not even the Source of Order or the Well of the Regulator. You can absolutely brag about the calculation precision and ghostly conception contained in it, how it uses hypocrisy to build sincerity, illusion to build truth, openness to complete the bondage that is difficult to detect, changeability to achieve stability, and the most dangerous means. Achieve safety.
This is a completely independent plane. When it develops, it does not go outward, but inward. This means that space is infinite and infinitely inclusive. Even if the world collapses now and the preservation of Xingxingqimen is useless, it can still preserve itself in a new form.
Of course, it cannot be said that the formation of such a unique property is without the contribution of Willy Shaw. If he knew, he would be quite proud. Like any creator who has made a contribution——
But Icha didn't feel similar pride.
He answered roughly, now just shrugging, waiting for Asimov to comment.
This guy will comment. He just thought normally. Asimov was not only a boy but also an emperor. And he was once a high-level vampire with a temper that represented all the stereotypes of blood drinkers. Any one of these elements would prompt him to comment—
The body of the ghost holding the stone plate suddenly exploded into a row of waves. Judging from the details of the waves, it should be Nerikin floating behind the row of dark red high hanging curtains. Asimov turned his head and looked in that direction with a relaxed expression.
The waves soon subsided. Nerikin just passed by and did not come in. However, manifesting his existence at this moment is already conveying a certain message to such a noble ancient vampire.
"What are you going to do with them?" Yi Cha asked. He didn't want to ask. Like he thought Asimov wouldn't suddenly care about things outside the palace. The ghost shivered and offered a new full pot. Asimov had turned his attention and looked at the map again. "Nothing to do." He raised a new glass of red liquid to his mouth and nodded.
"Their expectation may not be 'nothing' to be done."
"Really?" The boy propped his chin on the cup and squinted his eyes. He seemed to be looking at the map very seriously, except it was very pretentious. "But I can't think of anything they can do. The world doesn't seem to need an emperor at all." He took the scroll in one hand and shook it, making the colorful blocks come and go. beat.
"You arranged it so well, Uncle Duke," he said. "I don't even know what to do. I don't like to cause trouble! Everything seems to be going smoothly! This will be a free new world! Super peaceful! Everyone can be free! Anyone can be an author!!! I don't have anything It needs to be done, right? The regiment is just a place. The emperor is just a title. I can control many things. But there is nothing else for me to control. That's how you allocate it."
to look at him. Asimov was definitely pretending. He's not very proficient yet. But probably soon. It was as if he had no thought of anything other than the blue fawn and the smooth-bellied minister, the dishwasher of gold and silver dishes, and so on. But the moment Nerikin's cold wind blew through those curtains, his thinking suddenly changed.
Probably earlier than that. After he experienced that unexpected setback, or even before. This kind of change is so fast that it goes beyond reasoning and is unimaginable.
"You can control your fellow man." Check the short answer. "Or maybe you've come to like the expression - your people."
"Then I don't have anything for them to do."
"You wish to change this plan?"
"I don't know. Uncle Duke. What can you do?" Asimov laughed - the laughter sounded like a complaint, or vice versa. "I find it a bit boring."
