Qiaoqiao Tianyi lay on the carpet and thought hard. She was recalling the public outcry after the equality experiment. That incident must have made a lasting impression on her. However, she happened to be unable to recall a key word.
"What did they say about him?" She asked Yaleriga for help, "during the final stages?"
Yaleriga began to think about the news she had seen. She also remembered this incident, but unlike Qiaoqiao Tianyi, this incident hardly left any deep impression on her.
“They said he was a little angry,” she recalls. “That’s the word used in ‘The Canal’ – and eventually the experiment was stopped. Instead of trying to get the subjects to naturally understand the concept of equality from within, they sent The instructors provided rules guidance and mandatory education, 'which shows that the fire thief may have become a little angry at the successive failures.'"
"Oh, yes, that's it!"
Qiaoqiao Tianyi tapped her hooves on the ground, which was her way of expressing approval and appreciation. Naturally, what she admired was Yaleriga's reliable memory, not "Xunqu"'s evaluation of the matter.
“I think they are too rude,” she said bluntly, “not all the time. In fact, I still like their section about the introduction of legal civilization, and the compatibility they show on such topics. But I still think they are particularly... strict? Harsh? In short, they seem to dislike him very much."
"Perhaps it is true." Yaleriga replied.
"What's the reason? Their editor has a better relationship with the White Tower?"
"I want more than that."
Yaleriga tilted her head, her eyes falling on the spot where she placed the reader. While she was thinking about the ongoing topic, she was also thinking about what they were going to do next, the City of Golden Bells, and Lady Red. All of these point to a mission for her, how to find Jing Huang.
"I think "Xunqu" doesn't like that kind of arrogance." She continued to answer multitasking. "They feel that being in a superior position does not mean they can point fingers at those who are lagging behind, or judge what is right and wrong. Let things develop naturally, That’s always been their stance.”
"Yes. And I think this makes sense. However, the intention of the 'Fire Thief' is not bad, and the experiment also has final safety measures. After all, this is a very enlightening case for us. I think they should probably be more careful. Be more lenient...or be more clear? If they're angry, I think being clear would be more helpful."
Yaleriga shrugged. The country of horses in her impression was a very simple absolute monarchy.
"It's more complicated than that," she said. "When people with different ideas come together, it's very complicated. It's good for them to keep the friction going. Other publications will come up with opposing ideas - it's better to keep arguing. Go down."
"I never quite understand this. Is arguing a good thing for you?"
"At least it means it's nothing more serious."
Qiaoqiao Tianyi stretched out his wings as if he didn't understand. She may have lived longer than Yalayliga, but she had seen far less stupidity, malice, trouble, and disaster than Yalayliga. Yaleriga didn't want to go into too much detail, because that would only cause trauma and depression to a creature with a beautiful heart.
She was about to change the topic, but just then someone called outside the door, so she used this to escape. The person who came to find her was Bodie. He finally gave up the turban clothes that were extremely unsuitable for traveling life, and put on the casual clothes that Yaleriga made for him in the cloth-making room.
As for the cloth-making room of the Silence, Yaleriga only discovered it after boarding the ship for a long time. Because clothing—non-isolation protective clothing—is a particularly cheap, easy-to-store, and durable item, a complete cloth-making room is quite rare on merchant ships. Ship owners prefer robots with sewing functions, or a molding cabin that doesn’t take up space. But the Silence strangely has a cloth-making room that compresses nicely into a wardrobe when transformed into an ether ship. The sewing system inside can handle most plant fibers and synthetic materials manufactured on the ship, and there is also space reserved for compatibility with intelligent systems. Yaleriga thought this arrangement was somewhat luxurious, so she liked the ship even more.
Unfortunately she didn't have much opportunity to test out the fabric-making room. She had never seen the former owner of the Silence change his clothes before, and she herself had purchased enough clothing before she discovered the cloth shop. Her long-term travel life has made her prefer light and comfortable clothing. If she happens to be walking in a primitive zone or an area with cultural support, it is common to go without clothes.
Purdy was very supportive of the nudity idea. Even though that was far from the norm in his environment, he seemed to feel no shame about it. In fact, the fabric on his body was just to cover up some differences in his skin color. When the need disappeared, he asked Yaleriga to take off his clothes. Yaleriga doubted his intentions, so she did not agree and just gave him a sleeveless casual dress that exposed his arms. So when Bodie found her, she immediately noticed that the dense architectural tattoos on his arms looked redder than usual.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked.
"Exercise," Bodie replied. "How long do we have to stay here?"
Yaleriga has already given the answer to this question. But she also knew that the man was quite impatient, and she kept repeating: "I want to do a final check."
"We have turned that shabby house upside down." Bodi said, "You also moved all those weird statues to the boat. If you need, I can also help you catch the old man who opened the door. , let him tell him what he knows again to see if he missed anything."
"His body can't handle the shock."
"He's already dead for his age, isn't he? Why not let him use his spare energy?"
Yaleriga could only say clearly and clearly in an ordering tone: "No."
Bodie pursed his lips in regret. Yaleriga glanced at him twice and told him that the final inspection was not for that house, but for the entire continent. She has sent scouts to collect water sources and underground conditions, as well as collectors that are still theoretically in operation - according to Zha, they will only come regularly to monitor the rules.
"I don't think any of this is of any use," Bodie said. "What's the point of it? The old man didn't lie. His stupid head couldn't make up such a bizarre lie. That guy, I mean, the guy who used to rule here. That one has left now. He must have gone down there. The kid who is similar to him must have gone too. So the only thing we should do is to chase down, find the person we are each looking for, and put these The hell is over."
"They have all been down for a long time, not less than this time - if they really go down."
"what do you mean?"
"None of them came back. Zha doesn't remember seeing anything that looked like Mars streaking across the sky. Maybe the child I'm looking for didn't pass by here."
"Maybe he's just an old fool, or he fell asleep. People here are slow-minded. Maybe that's what happened during the break."
"I will ask about this again. I made a robot to inquire in other areas."
Purdy made no further protest, but still seemed restless. But Yaleriga felt that he was different from his previous eagerness for revenge. He was avoiding her eyes and seemed a bit hesitant. So Yaleriga didn't ask anything, she just stared at him without blinking, putting more pressure on him. Finally Bodie took a step back. He breathed out a little tiredly.
"Okay," he said reluctantly, "an unimportant digression, about the Golden Bell City that the old man mentioned... I may have indeed heard the immortals mention it."
