laughter.
An angry cry.
The tug of tape and the flapping of wings.
Disharmonious. confusion. Impairment in understanding information. He couldn't understand what he saw. The cat was tied up tightly. Next to it the two beings were laughing loudly. These were two creatures he wouldn't think of in terms of species, but for some reason he still remembered cats. Now he remembered what cats were like. He could also understand their primitive language, originally meant only for their own kind - no, he remembered wrongly. That's not a language for the same kind of people. Cats rarely need such complex language or sound symbols. They can say enough to each other just by smell and body movements.
However, my old friend, the Immortal Cat, said that things get complicated when we start to coexist and cooperate with aliens. Our bodies are different, our habits are different, and other things are not as good at understanding movements and smells as cats. The way we feel is completely different! So, we had to learn a little simple pronunciation. Like meow! Or, Mia——, this was enough to deal with aliens in ancient times. Things get tougher when the hunt gets tougher. With increasingly complex collaborations and increasingly complex negotiations, we have to communicate in a superficial way that you can understand. That really hurts my throat, but there's nothing I can do about it. Meow meow, thank you for your hard work! No matter what, I have to protect you old friends - but I see you still have some talent. You can tell what our old saying is saying, so maybe we can practice it together? You know, knowing a foreign language will always come in handy in crisis situations.
Therefore, he learned such a language. I don’t fully understand it, but I can roughly understand it. He could understand that the cat's meowing was full of anger and mania, as well as hatred for the most annoying thing. He couldn't tell what it was from the language, because there were almost no nouns in the ancient cat language. There are no syllables used to refer to external things. It's enough for them to just express their feelings clearly.
The cat was squirming and screaming, trying to get free of the squirming tape on its body. But its hair was tightly attached to the restraints, and it rolled on the ground as if it had lost its balance. Beside it were two other creatures, and he could not think or distinguish what they were, but they were pulling the cat by its tail and tossing it.
The winged one said: "This tail must have gone through several modification surgeries, Yalai. My horn has some strange reactions to it. I guess it's not entirely a product of technology. There's something more secret here... like a spell." Or some other secret."
The one with the horns said, "We can figure it out later when we get back."
"So we're really not going to do anything more, Yarai? I mean, I certainly never set out to destroy anyone - but my kindred never hesitate in the face of true evil. I can't tell which one this kid belongs to. You know, even though he looks so innocent, there's definitely something very wrong with this kid. I don't know if it's really a good idea to take him to Gate City. He's too young I guess it may not even be twenty years old? Mencheng’s discipline on it will not be very strict. This is routine, and that kind of discipline will definitely be difficult to have an effect. You see, the quick effect we prepared The paralysis drug only has such a little effect on it. I once thought that we concentrated too much and might cause some accidental casualties. But now, maybe we should send it to a more secure place..."
The cat's tail movements began to become fierce and powerful. However, it couldn't get rid of the colorful tapes on its body that looked like bugs crawling inside, and it was still in a weird state of losing its sense of balance. It bends bones and muscles as it pleases like a puddle of liquid, twisting the body into all kinds of strange shapes. But the tape on it stuck to it tightly. They are not just decorations or simple tools for packaging and fixing, but something more magical. he does not know. There had never been such a prop in his limited memory.
"I hope these magic props customized for the Durand people are reliable enough." The winged thing said, "Are they specially designed to deal with cat people? How long does it take for the effects to last after being unpacked?"
"It can last for one mana cycle after being opened." Her companion replied, "About eight to nine hours."
"That's pretty durable! You know, most of the scrolls I've used have to be timed according to breathing. I've also asked people from the Four Sects to help me check the spacecraft system. They measure seconds according to completely strict standards. Billing, and insisting that this is also one of the building blocks of their spell... I don't understand how this scheme works. But, Alas, what do you think will happen if we hand this brat to the Durandians or the White Tower? ? They definitely have more interest in monitoring and educating this brat than Gate City. If we can't submit enough evidence, it's useless to hand it over to the security system of the Divine Light Realm. No, I think those in the White Tower People are more reliable, but I worry that they will be too interested, not in its character, but in its eyes..."
At this time, the man standing on the edge slowly approached them. The winged thing turned toward him in a wary posture.
"Let me make this clear," she said majestically to the approaching man, "no one here is allowed to kill anyone, understand? Now that I am here, no one can commit murder in front of me, unless it is Go through the just process of referendum!”
"I didn't mean to kill anyone," the approaching man declared.
"Whose side are you on? I mean, thank you for reminding us of the existence of this killer kid. But you didn't intend to come to our rescue. You are still on the same side as the yelling woman."
"I just want to make sure there's no one here who could get in the way of what's to come. From what I've seen so far, the one you caught is the only one that's inappropriate."
"Isn't life suitable?"
"The wish is inappropriate." The other party corrected, "If it doesn't change the wish, I can't proceed to the next step. This is important for all of us to get out of trouble."
"I don't quite believe you."
"The fact is obvious." The person she suspected said, "Jules and their stories have already told us the answer. This machine will actively trace the historical records, as long as it is within the range it covers. When it first starts Not only did it fulfill the wishes of the living, but - apparently it also fulfilled some special wishes. I don't intend to repeat the same mistakes, especially considering that we can never change the wishes of a deceased person."
"Oh, you mean, this machine can even fulfill the wishes of dead people? Even if it can't listen to your instructions properly now?"
"There's no necessary connection. Maybe it's just more likely to obey the wishes of the dead. It was triggered from the beginning by the wishes of a dead person, wasn't it?"
"Well..." the winged thing mused, "I haven't heard of such a thing... However, I have to admit that every machine we know now has its own personality, and if you insist on this It is a machine that was born from death and prefers the dead..."
"I didn't say that," the other party replied. "Just because it obeys the dead doesn't mean it favors the dead. From what we know so far, I don't think there is an emotional part to it. Ultimately it's just a machine. The machine, and if we look closely at everything it does, seems to be designed to keep life alive."
"So, what are you going to do now?"
When this question was posed, it seemed as if everyone who was awake was paying attention. And out of everyone's sight, even he was listening intently. His death-throwing knives were still being thrown into the forest, but unknowingly, all his muddy hearing was focused on the small stage. The only throne in the chaotic universe. The eternally silent core that sings the bell of all things. All the meaningless sounds faded away. The low noise of the dull rotation of a certain world's planet, the scream of the vibration of the atomic clock inside the nanomachine, all these sounds disappeared from his chaotic mind. He had a hunch: that person would bring about huge changes, and the sound made by that person would be of extraordinary significance. He comes to understand this because of his mission as an "executor." His reason and vocation came to the conclusion that he had to kill that man first.
