The breeze flows on the river, gently touching Snake's body and ruffling the corners of her collar and robe, allowing this woman standing quietly to blend into the vivid river scene in the morning.
The shadows moved in the wind, but the snake's words were calm. After the salute, he didn't say much, just stared at his bare toes, waiting for instructions quietly.
"Good morning, I'm sorry to disturb your rest." Ronan's hoarse voice came to my ears, his tone was polite and easy-going, "I may ask you to do a favor later, which is what you are most used to doing on the battlefield recently."
"...Hiyi."
"I originally considered it to be in battlefield time and space, but then I thought it was in the fog maze, too close."
Ronan's words were always not easy to understand. Probably because his logic is always hidden behind a background that others don't understand. And this "background" is often based on perceptual abilities that are unimaginable to ordinary people.
This is what Snake understands.
What is ridiculous is that after getting in-depth contact with this "background", what you get is not "clarity", but the powerlessness and numbness of facing the gap of perception all the time.
Once she got used to it, Snake Whisper became particularly good at positioning herself. She just listened quietly and then received the execution instructions.
This time, Ronan's clear instructions did not arrive immediately: "Wait a moment and make preparations. I need to reinforce this side."
What else can Snakespeak prepare? There is no change of clothes and toiletries for her here, it is just to enhance her "awareness".
She pulled up her neckline slightly, stood in a corner where Ronan's work would not be disturbed, and watched coldly.
Even though it was said to be "reinforced", Ronan wouldn't hit the deck with a hammer and nails.
In fact, Snake Language didn't understand much about Ronan's operations. He only relied on the experience accumulated in the battlefield during this period to roughly judge that this person should be doing this on this world-famous grocery ship. A relatively complex local space-time architecture.
As for the details, Snake Whisper doesn't care. Anyway, it can't be more advanced than the "Battlefield Time and Space".
In addition to "reinforcement", Snakeyu also saw during this period that various weird and ferocious deformities were constantly "returning" in the areas on both sides of the river bank where the general cargo ship drifted, and some even jumped directly onto the ship.
At first Snake Whisper almost took action, but after seeing Ronan's reaction, he held back. Soon she saw that these monsters, like a swarm of bees returning to their nest, got into the various entrances and exits of the ship's hull in familiar ways and disappeared.
Some of them simply stayed on the deck, facing Snake Whisper's curious eyes and looking over with wide eyes - of course, specifically referring to some guys with "eyes".
Others are through extensive projection of spiritual waves, which is more direct.
Sheyu could feel that some guys were sniffing and tasting to see if it was delicious enough.
But no matter what, these demons and monsters are clearly controlled by Ronan. Under their seemingly wild and unrestrained appearance, there are hidden disciplines and rules.
When they accumulate to a certain scale, there will naturally be restless spiritual pressure, which is roughly integrated, making the air that was originally flowing continuously seem to be stagnant.
Sheyu knew that these were probably the "results" of the aberrant genes developed and grown in a high-energy environment that Ronan once said were collected in the Leichi Experimental Site.
Ronan sometimes calls them "predators", but more often "stitches". During the past period of time, it seems that Ronan has been searching through these monsters stitched together by aberrant genes to search and examine the surrounding space and time of the battlefield, and find "stars" buried deep in the mist maze that are still "active".
Snake language's "customary thing to do" is to take the initiative after Ronan locks the location of these "stars", erase them and retain some samples before the "activity" is completely revived.
Therefore, Sheyu had some judgment in her mind as to what she was going to do this time.
Sheyu pursed her lips slightly, not too happy.
In recent days, because Ronan spent more energy on studying, her work intensity in the battlefield time and space has decreased, and the time she spends in the real world has also been lengthened.
Anyone would be a little repulsed by the sudden return to this rhythm. And she is not sure about the effect of the "common methods" here; she doesn't even know what will happen in the real world if she is easily broken into pieces in the "battlefield time and space"...
Sheyu was suddenly startled, and then realized a very critical issue:
it's here? on the earth?
At this time, Ronan had probably finished the reinforcement work and let out a long breath, but there were other things. He stood at the front of the front deck, and with a quick grab, a paginated notebook with a mottled cover appeared in his hand.
Snake Language quickly identified that the notebook in Ronan's hand was most likely Luo Yuandao's experimental notes that had caused such a stir some time ago.
It's not that she is very familiar with it, because the notebook at this time is in really abnormal condition.
Ronan just took it out of the space bubble and opened it casually. Once the old and fluffy papers were fully exposed to the morning air, they began to flip and turn.
The amplitude and speed of its stirring have far exceeded the meager force of the refreshing morning breeze on this area.
There is no doubt that they get their energy from somewhere else.
Ronan had obviously expected this kind of scene, and remained unmoved. He didn't stop moving his hands, and then took out another notebook.
The two notebooks are very similar, even the color of the cover is similar, and the immediate "reaction" is even more similar.
Without blinking an eye, Ronan stretched out his hand to hold down the pages that were a little too lively, and started to open the binder that finally fixed these papers.
Due to the active posture of the notebook, it seemed difficult to operate. Sheyu subconsciously took a few steps forward, reached Ronan, and stretched out his hand to help.
Ronan glanced at her and handed her one of the notes. This was indeed much easier. I opened the binder in three clicks, five divided by two, and the pages that were still flipping were almost free from the shackles of the metal ring and rushed to freedom.
Sheyu was looking strangely when Ronan looked at her again, his eyes clearly asking her to do the same operation.
Snake obeyed the arrangement and quickly opened the binder with dexterous fingers. When your fingertips touch those old pages, you can vaguely feel the vague spiritual pressure inside.
They themselves are very weak, but at this time they should be connected with some uncertain external source. So much so that the snake language can be vaguely heard, and when the paper pages are rubbed, there is a particularly sharp echo behind the rustling sound.
But there should be a medium between them.
The snake language was also clearly felt, originating from Ronan's familiar energy.
At this time, Ronan had already reached out and picked among the pages. He must have some standards and rarely hesitate. Pick a certain page and quickly pull it out.
At first, I held them in my hands, but as the number increased, I simply gave the two notebooks a big change. Transfer the remaining ones to one of the notebooks - the one Snake Whisper has.
The one he picked out was placed in his own hand.
The number on both sides was not balanced, and there were only about twenty pages selected. The one in Ronan's hand seemed thin, and the one in Snake's Whisper was particularly bloated, and in the end it was almost impossible to close it.
But strangely enough, after Ronan's selection, Snakeyu's response to the notes in his hand obviously weakened, while Ronan's side became more and more active, making Snakeyu a little worried whether those pages that already had quite a history would be Because of the large amount of flipping, I was busy.
"Okay, thank you." Ronan took back the notebook in Snake Language's hand and casually put it into the unknown structure of time and space.
Sheyu had already aroused curiosity at this time. She did not move away, but tilted her head slightly to see how Ronan operated the other notebook.
Ronan didn't mind either and turned the pages again, much slower than before. He looked at them one by one, sometimes pulling out pages and inserting them back in to change the order; sometimes he would make a few notes on his virtual workspace.
Snake Language has gradually figured out the clue. In addition to the order of the pages needing to be adjusted, there should be some missing items.
Ronan is completing this part.
What he relied on should be the messy lines on every page. When you just look at it, you don't realize it. When these pages are turned, the seemingly random lines and graphics on the front and back have a roughly continuous sense of movement.
The so-called "continuity" does not refer to visible graphics, but the trajectory of its inherent spiritual pressure flowing through the air, just like the footprints left by a beast passing by on the snow.
There are clues, but the snake language really can't figure out what kind of target it corresponds to.
Maybe Ronan knows?
After two or three rounds of sorting and sorting, Ronan was finally satisfied. With a "pop" sound, the notebook, which had obviously become too thin, closed. Those overly lively pages suddenly became organized.
But the next second, the spiritual pressure in the notebook, which was already expanding, couldn't bear the loneliness again, and started to buzz and flicker.
After Ronan integrated it intentionally or unintentionally, this power has become so considerable that the surrounding air is distorted, as if it is burning with invisible flames.
It was burning in Ronan's hand, and even the virtual workspace showing various line shapes in his hand was included.
It was also at this moment that Snake Yu next to her clearly heard a sharp scream, which was vaguely similar to the strange noise she had felt before, but it was clearer and seemed to contain some kind of emotion.
She could only read and speak the snake language, but as a conjurer, she had her own understanding:
Using a notebook as a medium to summon monsters from an unknown realm?
Many schools in Sakajo are quite good at this, such as Shikigami.
In any case, Ronan did establish a connection with the unknown deep space...the source is likely to be the Mist Maze.
Snake Whisper couldn't help but deduce based on his recent experience: Could it be that Ronan was no longer satisfied with operating only in the "battlefield time and space", and simply introduced the power of the "active stars" in the maze into the real world?
According to Ronan himself, it was "a carrier of some kind of truth, the pinnacle of wisdom and power"... a "remnant" after being washed away by time.
Snake Whisper stared at Ronan's operations.
It could be seen that Ronan was not satisfied with this reaction. He frowned and thought for a moment, then remembered something, reopened the notebook and took out the untouched title page.
As the page with the only recognizable characters was pulled away, Snake Language's ears suddenly hurt slightly, but no sound was heard.
In fact, her facial features and body and skin all felt a burning pain, as if the outside air was instantly filled with corrosive toxins.
The "hunters" on the front deck had not reacted to the previous "screams", but now they were obviously in a commotion.
