When Yaleriga and the servants of the Immortal came out of the house, Yi was wandering outside the door with small steps but quickly. When he saw Yaleriga, his shoulders relaxed; then he saw the man behind him, and his steps stopped. The servant put his hands in the gap of the wrapping cloth at his waist and grinned at Yi.
"Hello," he said in an unearthly language, "How can I help?"
There was anger in Yi's posture. But Yaleriga walked towards him at this moment, blocking the two of them from looking at each other.
"He is the guard placed here by the Ageless One," she said.
He is dangerous.
"But it will come in handy. Let's go to a more appropriate place to talk about this."
Yi slowly took a small step back and said nothing more about this matter. The servant slowly walked out from beside Yaleriga, his eyes glancing at him frivolously and casually.
"So," he asked as if he was amused, "he's the same as me?"
"No. He knows more than you. Everything I tell you is just to make you understand what I want."
"What about him? How is he different from me?"
"He's a friend."
"I don't mean to show off. But honestly, I could knock your friend in half with one hand."
"I can do this to you too. Not even using a hand."
The man gave a silent sneer. But Yi's anger seemed to be dispelled by this conversation. He calmly retreated to the side away from the servants and asked Yaleriga where she planned to go next. The servant leaned up and looked at him over Yaleriga's back.
"The lady you are following asked to see the Immortal One." He interrupted without permission. "If she plans to take you with her, I think you may be going up there soon. Cherish your luck, you Frail fellow. If I were here to accuse you of being a spy for House Frost, you would be thrown into the underground caves."
"Why didn't you do that?" Yi asked coldly, "And you don't look like a traitor in your current position?"
"I have my own way of discretion. Naturally, it's different from a young man like you who can't resist temptation."
The servant inserted his hands into the gap in the cloth around his waist and walked slowly on tiptoes. Until they left the square and returned to the winding and diverging roads. When they passed a certain wall covered with bacteria, the servant stretched out his hand and pressed it, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh-like depths of the bacteria. When his heavily tattooed arm was completely submerged into the wall, a clear gnawing sound came from inside the colony. An unusually small door opened. Its internal passages are filled with bundles of colored light tubes, which look like a slightly smoother plaque from the road outside.
The servant asked them to go inside. Yaleriga said: "I have never met a host who did not lead the way from the front."
"This is just a kind of local respect. Besides, what are you guarding against? I will definitely not harm a beautiful person like you - by the way, I actually prefer your appearance without wearing artificial ears. It is not in line with ordinary people. The standard is just right for me.”
Yaleriga smiled at his flattery, but did not delay in taking out her scimitar. The servants quickly gave in. He was the first to walk into the passage and step onto the elevator at the end. Yaleriga followed closely, and Yize seemed a little uneasy.
This is where?
he asked as the ground began to rise.
"The square. You saw the way we came. This is the bottom of the square. Since this lady wants to see the Immortal, we have to say hello in advance."
Despite Yi's obvious hostility to this servant, a faint feeling of uneasiness still surrounded him when he heard the word Immortal being uttered by the other party. He looked at Yaleriga frequently, as if seeking strength from this gaze. The servant was wearing his loincloth and making some strange and meaningless noises.
"This is really interesting." He said, "Voice. You use this way to communicate, completely replacing hands. These...languages are not special words, nor are they hymns or sacrificial songs. Isn't this considered a kind of blasphemy?" ?”
"I just want you to understand what I'm saying," Yaleriga responded, "You can continue to use your gestures."
"No, I think this is convenient. If I tell the truth, it conveys my meaning faster. And it also allows me to express my thoughts more."
Yaleriga had to admit that the servant did have a lot of ideas. This person was placed in a closed medicine cabin by the Immortal since he was a child, underwent transformation surgery, and then received training. He was never given a pronunciated name. However, once Yaleriga sprinkled the nectar of language on him, he learned much faster than Yi. For the first hour, Yi could only express her thoughts in the simplest sentences and words, but the servant could whistle a ditty and issue a complete comment about her appearance, body shape and tail. Yaleriga is very knowledgeable about males, but she also feels strange about this man's talent, because he is really a complete and filthy bastard. Naturally, she would not tell Yi that part of the story, and the servants were not allowed to mention it to anyone.
After the elevator reached the top, they were greeted by a room that seemed transparent - as if, because the walls and floors rippled like water waves, and above their heads were a band of statues that rose and fell, played and sang, and worshiped devoutly. crowd. They were undoubtedly beneath the square, beneath those seemingly thick metal floors.
"How?" the servant asked Yaleriga.
"It's a good simulation environment." Yaleriga said, "I will consider getting one in my own place."
"Do you still have your own place?"
"If you let the Immortal appear, I will consider letting you take a look there."
Yi looked at her worriedly again. He disapproved of her promise, but the servant only smiled vaguely.
"I'm just showing you this thing first." He said a little helplessly, "The immortals have their own arrangements. If they want to see you, maybe they will emerge from the floor after a while."
"on the floor?"
"Yes. It's possible. My creators are omnipotent - that may be unfair, but they are. If you were to slit their throats with one of your nifty little knives, you would find that they Their bodies turn into water, into light, and into many spores. You will definitely not be able to defeat them."
Yaleriga stepped forward without comment. She passed under the crowds and statues and came to the high platform where the chariot was placed. At this time, the rock platform seems to be surrounded by six transparent films, and the machinery placed on it can be seen clearly from the bottom. Yaleriga looked at this chariot - it was called the devil's chariot in the world. If Qiaoqiao Tianyi stood next to her, she would definitely point at this small shuttle and point out that it was different from the flying ones. How similar are the foundling boats to Gate City. The materials they use may be different, so "Chariot" presents a colorful dark rainbow texture, but the similarities in design are so clear. Its extremely thin board, clear-cut corners, and overall structure without any bifurcation seem to show that the designer has a peculiar obsession with imitating origami. Near the bottom of the chariot, she also saw two simple characters that were completely unfamiliar to her. It wasn't any kind of writing she knew, nor was it the signature of the ink-dotted letter that had appeared in Mencheng.
She looked at the two characters for a while and finally looked away.
"Are you satisfied?" the servant asked, "Is there anything you want above?"
"I want answers from the Ageless Ones. I heard they defeated the builder of this chariot."
"Obviously, otherwise it would not be this chariot in the square today, but a statue of the sole master of both worlds."
"Do you know what this master looks like?"
The servant covered his face with the extra cloth on his chest. "That's all I know." He replied, "In this world of living people, who can know what the dead master looks like?"
"Call the immortals here." Yaleriga demanded. "Tell them to contact me, or give me their contact information."
"They will come to you when they see fit."
"How long will it take?"
"That's exactly the problem," the servant said. "They predicted that House Frost would send spies and that suspicious people would come to inquire about these chariots. For this purpose, they trained me, and several others. Ten or hundreds of me, and promised to give us strength periodically. In the beginning they did, they sent people every few years, and in the last time they hinted that they might use us when necessary, and sent us Frost House—but the last time they contacted me was more than a hundred years ago.”
