"They have made many updates." The Tower Prophet explained, "They have added search databases, passed messages to each other, and identified the latest versions of magic runes... Oh, and there are also attempts at personification. The maintenance department has added as many relevant runes as possible. , although the effect is not satisfactory, but there will be no problem." He took off the Night Whisper ring from the string and poured it on the table.
People just had to get it themselves. The Destiny Gathering was like a spoils-sharing convention, and "Silver Cross" Osvid was not very satisfied with this. "The last time it was repaired, my Ringwraith was sent back in an envelope sealed with the wax seal of Venus." He complained, his beard shaking non-stop. "The specific rune changes are also written down on the attached page."
"I don't know that." The prophet spread his hands.
The commander of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, "Grey Messenger" Xin Kelai, found his old friend Nathan from a pile of rings. It seemed to have become slender and lighter, and the runes had also changed to new colors. Dorothea loves this deep blue-purple color. He moved the pen and let the ring fly to his finger automatically.
The ring on the edge rolled across the long table and fell into the owner's hand. "I also wrote to the Maintenance Department before, suggesting that they go to the Oath Keepers Alliance to learn from it." "Lightwalker" Shaye Servais, the director of the Affairs Department, rubbed the ring. "It seems that the results are not bad. I will continue to approve related expenses. application.”
"Indeed." Dorothea agreed, "The appearance of the Vinny and Bam series rings can be customized. Last time I wanted to change Ussie's talisman engraving style, but they actually said they couldn't do it!"
"You picked it too easily. Even the maintenance department couldn't find its core runes." Xin Kelai pointed out.
"Princess" Dorothea snorted. "The Gerson series must be the best in Rune Life, you won't understand."
"Soren Gessen is just an example. You'd better not have any expectations."
"I'm going to carve a seal out of gemstones, and when Zink comes, I'll write 'Ussie Gerson.' Next time you grab a newspaper from me, it'll cause you to sleep for three weeks."
Silver Cross frowned at them. He is old and likes to be quiet, especially when he can't stand two young people who love each other chattering in his ears. "Forgive me, Your Highness Dorothea. Since you want Sauron, be happy. If you don't like its color, what about Beardo?"
Dorothea blinked. "I will consider it, Lord Sidney." In front of the magical arts instructor during her apprenticeship, she did not dare to say that Beardo's style was too old-fashioned. "But not now. I'm sure Oussie will come to her senses one day, and she's beautiful."
"I don't care about the appearance. After all, it's just a small iron ring. But the maintenance department had better solve the problem." "Deep Space Patriarch" Terrence Stewart shouted, "Last time I let the ring Write the duty list for me and it will be copied into my address book list!"
The prophet smiled: "I saw it. When will you invite Miss Goman to the astronomy room? I will arrange the stage. She is a famous dancer, right?"
"Storm Songer" Aeroni, a member of the astronomy room, suddenly turned his head when he heard this and winked at Dorothea next to him. The latter received the signal and spoke bravely, trying to stop the mentor's whim: "Not recently, she was invited to perform in Huoklin and got engaged to a local."
Terrence lost interest: "What the hell, is she engaged? I should take her off the list."
"Old Stewart asked me the day before yesterday, when are you going to get married." Sink came to join in.
"Let him wait. It is very likely that after Bai Zhi's prophecy, when we find Gavash, I will find a skeleton bride." He said, and he couldn't help laughing.
"Everyone, do we still want to discuss the undead?" Eroni leaned on his chair and complained, "A week has passed, and no one in the astronomy room has gotten the relevant omen, let alone the prophetic dream! Bai's prediction is completely nonsense. In the final analysis, What is the Glorious Council? They are just liars under the banner of the Silver Song Knights."
"Don't be like this, Your Excellency Aironi." Dorothea reminded, "The Holy Radiance Council received the help of the Witch of Harp. For this prophecy, they also awarded her the title of Honorary Cardinal."
"She is just a little girl, less than a fraction of the age of everyone present."
Even Terrence agrees. "The key is to issue an exceptional award. She is even just a ring-level person. When the news spreads, people may think that the 'Cardinal' can be ranked with the 'Great Astrologer' in the tower. This is too impolite."
"This matter has nothing to do with mystery." The Gray Emissary coughed: "In any case, the Council of Light is developing very quickly, and there are indeed empty realms among the cardinals. We should make some preparations."
With a creak, people stopped arguing and turned to look at the source of the sound. The saint of the tower, "Dark Night Awakening" Demosis is adjusting his sitting posture. He squeezed out a gap, awkwardly took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and hung it around his neck on a string with a ring.
A little innocuous gesture. This appearance was not an elegant one, but it would not have attracted the attention of all the members of the assembly. The prophet glanced down at the chair legs. "The furniture of San Carlos," he cursed, "will always make one miserable."
"Teacher, did you dream of the White Prophecy?" Dorothea asked.
"Gavash, the Plane of Sinking? No. I've been staying up late lately. Don't worry, I'm in good health."
"But the prophecy of the Holy Council of Glory..."
"I don't think it will pose much of a threat to us." The prophet replied calmly, "Have you forgotten, Dorothea? The authenticity of prophetic dreams does not need to be verified. As long as the birth of the dream is predicted, Knox's astrology will be hindered. Aeroni did not receive new prophecies, which in itself is a sign."
The "Prince" blushed. Her level of mystery is still far behind that of the Sky Realm. Due to the ancient principles of the mysterious realm and being the wife of the Gray Messenger, the commander of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, she was able to enter the gathering. When it comes to advanced astrological content, she inevitably misses something due to her unfamiliarity.
The Gray Envoy Sachshidon Sink came to her rescue: "So, the White Prophecy is true?"
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"That's right. The astronomy room can take a break temporarily."
"I'm not happy about this." Aironi sighed.
"Right now, the internal order is more worthy of attention than the silent war." Osweis said, "The Holy Council of Radiance. Damn it, what is going on? Are they really the successors of the Silver Song Knights?"
"It's hard to say." Chief Servais considered. "The Silver Song Knights are not the only 'winner' Veronka. Maybe they were not destroyed back then, and maybe someone left a legacy. This is all possible." She shook her head. "Nearly eight hundred years have passed, and now there are obstacles from prophetic dreams, and many things cannot be verified."
"No matter what," the prophet reassured, "the power of order is growing, which is a good thing." He changed the subject. "I heard that your apprenticeship applied for transfer to the Foreign Office, Dorothea. What's going on?"
"Jerem? Well, I have nothing to say. This is his choice." Her Excellency the Queen shrugged indifferently.
"I remember you had a good relationship."
She struggled to maintain her expression. "Yeah, we have nothing to argue about. I respect him. There are too few apprentices choosing the Ministry of Foreign Affairs recently. He is also doing it for the overall good."
"War is coming, and we have to strengthen our guards." Osvid agreed. "In my opinion, doubling the current number of students from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is enough."
The Gray Messenger did not agree: "What's the point of having more apprentices? It can't affect the situation."
"Speaking of students." Chief Shaye Servais looked around at his colleagues, "We also have a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who has been awarded an 'unconventional' appointment."
In fact, everyone present had some ideas, but she was the only one who mentioned it first. The Fate Coven rules the tower, and new members must be recruited with careful consideration and everyone's wishes in mind. However, the leader of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Gray Envoy, did not speak hastily. At this time, they should remain silent to avoid being suspected of favoritism.
Osvid frowned. "I heard. Troublesome guy, eh?"
"He is very capable." Sink explained, "Jerem is no match for him."
"It's not just Jerem." His comparison made his lover very unhappy, "I dare say that even if he kills you with a knife, it won't be much slower."
"Really or not?" Stewart chuckled, "More powerful than our Lord Commander, how can you call it an exception?"
"Except for actual combat, he failed every test." Shaye said categorically, "Magic literature, astrology, mystical phenomenology... without exception. This means that he cannot see through mysterious traps, let alone obtain mysterious knowledge. He cannot complete two-thirds of the tasks of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs! Moreover, I have contacted him. This person is extremely rude and has serious violent tendencies. After many investigations, almost no one in the tower wants to talk to him. He's in the same room."
"Really?" the prophet asked with a smile on his face, "Does he obey the rules? Does he go to church to attend the lectures? Has he ever pointed a knife to your nose?"
"My answer is yes." The president raised his eyebrows, "No, no, and yes."
"It's really exaggerated." Terrence sighed.
"A failed life has led him to only resort to violence, venting his anger on everything around him all the time." Osvid commented, "If you ask me, the assembly should not accept him. What we need are skilled archers, not A bloody arrow.”
"No one loves him?" The prophet seemed confused. "Friends, admirers, or those young and ignorant little girls? I dare say that he is charming. This has been personally confirmed by a certain saint."
"It's not that people want to isolate him." Xin Kelai also said, "In fact, most people can't even communicate with him normally, let alone submit a complaint. As for my nose, unfortunately I haven't escaped being threatened. Destiny." He rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, seeming hesitant. "Maybe I subconsciously regard him as a junior, so my attitude is more casual, but... well, I don't think he is willing to stay, and it is even more difficult for him to join us."
"Join us?" Aeroni asked in surprise.
"Oh." The prophet said calmly, "I do think so. There is no obstacle to him in the sky, and the tower is the only mysterious fulcrum he can choose. I believe he will choose to stay and become our helper."
The Destiny Assembly fell silent and people began to weigh the consequences of the matter. Most members thought it didn't matter, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was relatively supportive...Suddenly, Xin Kelai noticed something strange about his lover. "What's wrong?"
Dorothea stared at the table with a vague expression, her fingers curled up uneasily. "Yes." She murmured, "There's going to be a war soon. The more people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the safer everyone will be." She suddenly became a little fragile.
"Dorothea?"
"I don't approve." She looked back at him guiltily and whispered, "I'm sorry, Cinque. You're probably risking this."
The Gray Emissary felt ridiculous. "Do you think that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will not be safe without him? Don't be stupid."
"You don't understand. Anyway, he gives me a bad feeling."
"What does it feel like?"
"I can't tell." She turned away angrily.
Such reasons cannot persuade Xin Ke to come, let alone the saint. The prophet had obviously made plans for this person, and the discussion at the gathering was just a formality. Shaye Servais looked at the saint for a moment, and finally lowered his head to express submission.
"Very good." The prophet nodded, "After the meeting, you can call him Your Excellency. Don't be unhappy, you will hope he is there when the time comes."
"As for some of his minor problems, we can discuss them in the long run." His eyes swept across the conference room, "Oh, why not just start with it." The tower saint stretched out his hand and pointed to the only night star on the table. Word ring.
At this moment, it has its own master.
…
He has many more titles than you might imagine: apprentices in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs call him "subhuman", "killer" and "dark wizard", astrologers call him "guardian" or "century antique", and envoys usually use "savage" instead. Even worse words like "bastard" were something no one dared to mention to him face to face.
As for his name, Soren Gessen was surprised that no one had told him. But this is impossible. In the astrologer's tower of the sky, even the rune beings have names. This is the astrologer's hobby. They must give everything a real name so that it can be convenient for them to spy on and drive. He must have a name. I can't call him "Dear Bastard Sir", right? It’s interesting to think about.
"They said that you are the product of the union of humans and aliens, but the assembly asked me to serve you." So it asked, "So, the one who created you is the astrologer, and the other is his mistress, right?"
"Yes." The guy admitted, "You are honored, but you don't deserve it. I will find a paper circle to replace you, and then send you back to the fool who made you."
Sauron was silent. It suddenly experienced novel emotions. anger. surprise. It felt bad because no one had ever belittled it and its creator in such a way. No matter what, people will recognize the value of Soren Gessen as the highest crystallization of alchemy skills, and they will love its creator. This guy is indeed a bastard and doesn't know what civilization looks like.
"My creator has passed away." It changed its strategy and tried its best to express its sorrow in words. If the other party can be hurt by this, that would be great.
"He's lucky he doesn't have to put up with crap like you anymore."
"What did you say"
"You don't realize how bad you've been, screwhead?"
The ring stayed where it was. For a moment, it was completely at a loss. It is true that Soren Gessen was born with a bit of a bad taste, so he still has no fixed owner, but this is not because of his incompetence. It is inherently different, possesses unfathomable and profound wisdom, and is a miracle of alchemy. However, people only use it as a badge to prove their identity, or as a chat partner when they are anxious, and they don’t like it to refute! After all, why do I have to be considerate? Like a pet at your feet.
But the person in front of me was worse than all previous users. Instead of giving it the respect it deserves, he went the extra mile and insulted its character. When Sauron decided to appeal to his compassion, he was met with vicious ridicule. Never mind, I shouldn't have expected anything from this guy.
"You are so rude"
"Don't show off in front of me, you don't even have the legs to kneel down, you little piece of iron." The Asian looked around with his gloomy eyes, scanning them incidentally. The room was sparsely furnished, with only chairs placed along the walls. It was an embarrassing reception.
It's hard to say that this wasn't due to his attitude, Sauron thought. There was sudden movement outside the window, and his whole body tensed up, and the blade was unsheathed. He seemed to have nothing to say to it and went straight to check the doors and windows. What can I say to a mean and overly cautious guy?
As a result, the silence lasted until midnight. The strong wind blew open the window and the night rain sprinkled it all over. Sauron finally realized that he had no intention of accepting him.
"Hey" it was unbearable, "the rain is coming in!" Just watch it"
"What are you doing?" the other party actually asked.
"What do you think? I'm soaked! "Would you like to guess?" Sauron really wanted to yell at him, "What am I doing?" 』
"Enchanted?"
"..."
Are you serious? Or just plain ridicule? It's a pity that the other party has no expression, so Sauron can't tell. It accepted the defeat sullenly, believing it to be a performance of high quality. At the end of the day, one failure is nothing.
But after the rainy night, the demi-human left it behind and left, only to appear two weeks later. Sauron was still maintaining a dignified silence, so he brushed the table and threw it out of the window along with the dust.
"Hey! "I've had enough" Ring couldn't bear it anymore, "What do you want?"
The young man stared at it with his blue eyes, as if they were meeting for the first time. This doesn't scare me, Sauron thought, until the fireplace behind him suddenly burst into flames without warning.
Is this a threat? It almost laughed. Another ignorant fool who doesn't understand the characteristics of the Night Whispering Ring. Its material is special and can completely withstand high... The heat wave hit his face, and the runes were twisted.
With just one scan, the mysterious message can be seen at a glance. This is the purpose of the Tower's Night Whispering Ring. It soon discovered that the wood was just a carrier, and what really caused the phenomenon were a few drops of blood soaked in the edges. Sorcery at the level of the Sky Realm.
...fuck you to hell. It's hard to believe that the other person was joking when he did this. Sauron was shocked and angry, so angry that the runes were trembling, "Wait a minute!" What kind of fire is this? You can't really...I mean, don't! Damn it, you can't...oh"
A moment of life and death. He didn't care, Sauron understood immediately. Dignity or worth, recognition or love, he doesn't care. Only survival is worth leaving everything behind. If it continues to be self-righteous, all its wisdom and miraculously born soul will be destroyed.
"You win" The flames were still approaching, and it had to admit defeat. "Your Mightiness"
Heat licked the metal, but the young man remained unmoved. "grown ups! Owner! Your Excellency Bai Zhishi, he couldn't hear it! Gods save me. It used the last of its magic to stick itself to the palm of his hand.
"I am your servant!" Your loyal, humble, dedicated servant... I serve you wholeheartedly, and I am about to cry.
Useless. Sauron Gessen felt the irresistible mysterious power wrap around his whole body. It flew up and fell irreversibly into the fire of witchcraft and its fate of burning. Too late……
The firewood suddenly burned out. Without the carrier, the mystery ceases and the flame is extinguished. The young man made a move, as if he did not expect that the pyre would burn so quickly.
Soren Gessen lay in ashes, his mind stuck with the intense emotions of his aftermath. It felt as if it had lived a new life. At this moment, Sauron finally understood who the guy in front of him was.
"...The Ring of Night Whispers, Sauron Gessen, serves you sincerely"
The words came from the heart, if its runes were anything to go by. Sauron Gerson, the miracle of alchemy, the runic life with soul, so they say. But at the end of the day, it knows it doesn’t want to be the character people expect it to be, and for all the credit it gets from its near-life emotional expression, it’s still just the Nightwhispering Ring. The Destiny Assembly demands it just as it demands its foolish sibling - to work like a cog, to pledge allegiance to someone, as a status symbol and mailbox... that sort of thing. And Sauron Gessen, because of his extraordinary wisdom that everyone knows, should believe that his loyalty is far more precious than the rune beings of the same series.
More than a hundred years later, it still feels that its words of surrender were not wrong. But Bai Zhizhi frowned and looked at it for a moment, then turned and left.
『? 』
it is more than words. Our wise Mr. Søren Gerson had to show his attentiveness by flying himself and chasing after us like a dog on a leash: 'Where are we going? Let me lead the way for you, master." It followed until it reached the streets of Brumnot before the White Envoy stopped. "go home? still"
"If you can't say anything useful," he said disgustedly, "then keep your mouth shut."
"I did say something not so pleasant," it admitted, "I deeply regret it, my lord."
The young man glanced at it and walked across the street. up to you. Although he didn't speak, Sauron could understand the meaning of this glance. A strangely colored carriage sped past. He withdrew his gaze and stared coldly at the spinning wheels.
Sauron persisted: "The two wheels are asymmetrical, the left one is an inch lower."
"When will it be turned over?"
Who does he have a problem with? "That's a floating carriage," Ring said cautiously. "It's very difficult to flip over." Is that your enemy up there, Master』
"Perhaps he is the son of an enemy." Bai Zhizhi snorted, "My enemy has died long ago."
I can tell. Sauron thought. Your enemy may not even be able to see the sun the next day, because you will kill him that night.
"Everyone alive today is a descendant of my enemy."
everyone? All? The Ring tried to understand what this meant. This is a rare long sentence from his mouth, and it is not meant to mock me. No, maybe it is. He curses literally everyone he meets, and may be innately incapable of feeling pleasure. There are indeed such people in the world, aren't they? He never smiles. He teased me but got no pleasure from it.
The same goes for the exercise of violence. "There is a thief." It's not too late to remind him, but what he should do now is to stop him. "Uh, wait!" He is almost...dead"
It would be difficult not to die if the heads were separated, but seeing that the young man had already broken the other person's neck for a week, Sauron was confused. Not only because the unfortunate guy was still breathing, but also because of the former's reckless behavior. Why do this? Are you in a bad mood and causing trouble? Onlookers screamed and fled away from the scene of the murder. We are really in the limelight.
However, the conclusion of "homicide" is too early. This thing doesn't look human, it's even blinking. "Magic creations on the banned list of the Public Security Bureau" Sauron seized the opportunity and said, "I don't need to go to the detection station, I can find the operator"
Bai Zhishi ignored it. He pressed his fingers on the thief's head, leaving a bloody mark. The magic power surged, and the man with the broken neck twitched.
Immediately afterwards, someone suddenly screamed at the dining table behind him. Sauron saw the man's spine pierce his skin and his head fall into the soup bowl. No need to search now. It thought rather regretfully. Killing the opponent with a blood curse before finding the real owner can still solve the problem.
The young man walked to the table, and all the diners in his path fled. Witchcraft is undoubtedly a mysterious orthodoxy. Most of it is a means for members of the "Silence School" to explore the truth. It rarely has such cruel effects. There are many internal factions, which are difficult for beginners to distinguish. Sauron of the Ring thinks that his knowledge is comparable to that of a great astrologer, but he cannot see the origin of his technique. Hell, I'd be crazy to ask him.
It has no choice but to observe dead people. Attacking members of the tower with forbidden magical artifacts is a high-profile matter that must be investigated clearly, not to mention that my jealous master does not like to leave overnight grudges. However, until Sauron looked through the database and found out the details of the deceased, he did not wait for the master's inquiry. Did he do it on purpose? To prevent me from understanding his thoughts?
Bai Zhishi ignored the body, but reached out to pick up the newspaper beside the soup bowl. Ring noticed that he was glued to a piece of news.
"Huancheng Daily" wrote it, which is undoubtedly the common language. ""Second Truth" Bernard Sterling openly supports the independence of the Holy Radiance Council and expresses solidarity with Lady Magdalena. The authenticity of Bai Zhi's prophecy may be confirmed..."
Apart from the Tower of the Sky, there is no mysterious fulcrum from which the world's news can be gathered with accuracy. Sauron and Yourong once believed that the changes in everything in the world were under control, and the obstacles encountered were just a matter of time. Bai Zhishi is one of the more difficult to conquer, but over time, his temper will be understood by it.
After unremitting efforts, Soren Gessen finally found the moment when Bai Zhizhi was in a good mood: before seeing the contents of the newspaper.
A cold wind blew in the street, and even the sun gradually became unreal. The ring senses a mysterious force stronger than black magic, and the laws are shaken by it. Mortals were panicked, but they didn’t know what was happening. Sauron felt that he knew no more than they did, but he had to face this substantial anger. It must be the gods who, because of their wisdom, sinned against me and allowed me to be his ring.
"grown ups? ” it asked tremblingly.
The young man's face was expressionless, but his eyes seemed to tear someone into pieces. "Not a descendant," he whispered, "you'd better be yourself."
"Who are you talking about, Master?" Magdalena? Do you know her?" Ring asked, "What can I do for you, my lord? Please let me help』
"Oh, I will," the young man replied unexpectedly, "I will. Tell your Lord Prophet that I will do it."
Sauron was confused: "What to do?"
"To Abroz. Now. Looking for a carriage?"
"You mean the floating boat?" The ring immediately called up the relevant route itinerary. Each of its runes favors obeying orders rather than solving puzzles. Time can solve the problem... "The fastest and most labor-saving way is to take a bus to the Port of Far Light, and then transfer to the elevator to Huoklin." The car is here, sir"
"Where?"
Ring paused. At this moment, a monster flying car stopped thirty yards away, and people boarded the car and took their seats in an orderly manner. Brumnot is the city of floating clouds, and floating boats and speed boats are considered local characteristics and are a famous sight in the eyes of tourists. The key is that the tower members are unlikely to be travelers who have not done the strategy. "Thirty yards directly ahead, opposite the restaurant"
"It goes east."
Sauron was convinced. Because the head of the speeding car is facing east, it is impossible for the monster to pull the car backwards. "Indeed it is. But look, master, it will turn around and go west at some point."
"Or turn around again?"
"I'm afraid so, Master. The specific route is here』
"You mean the twisted scratches on the wooden sign?"
"It's actually a station sign," the ring wrote, "it's been a few years."
"Alchemy creation." Bai Zhizhi didn't believe it. "Look for the car going west. Once it starts to turn..."
"...Just transfer immediately." I understand, Master Sauron gave the most astute answer. "I swear this is the least labor-intensive solution. The entire Destiny Assembly, including the Lord Prophet, considers the speeder to be one of the Oath Keepers' greatest inventions. Believe me, there are examples to follow."
"Still have to see." But he got on the flying car, even though it was on the roof. Sauron was not worried about him, and it was impossible for him to fall into the sky. He listened to my suggestion, and that was enough, and we finally had the appearance of a partnership. Unprecedented progress, it can be described as a breakthrough.
"Have you never been on a flying train?" It tried to stir up the topic.
"Only women and slaves ride in cars. Cars shouldn't look like this."
"What's the meaning"
"It means no."
Very superficial. "What happened to Abroz?" the ring asked. The content of this trip was not transmitted through it. It was presumably dictated by the members of the assembly. However, based on this person's attitude, most likely the "members of the assembly" specifically refer to the Tower Prophet. "This place is on the border of Order, and the climate is harsh. It is rare for Mr. Kongjing to go there." If we apply for a replacement..."
"I tried." Bai Zhizhi said.
"Based on current data analysis, the Prophet is likely to agree... Huh?" Did he refuse?"
By this time they had switched to flying cars. "He found other people, but he suffered heavy losses. So this time he came to find me again." The young man told it, "It has to be like this."
Ring didn't understand: "Is this so?" 』
It almost thought it would get an answer. The White Envoy turned to look at Sauron's runes, probably thinking about how to explain them. After a moment, he was ready to speak, but then said nothing.
"..."
"Sir, what's going on"
After a while, he said: "It has something to do with witchcraft. The power of the blood curse comes from the material. Even without magic power, it can still cause simple phenomena. This varies from person to person."
Bizarre answer. "Abroz's law targets the fire of every mysterious creature, and the essence of the soul cannot be changed. Can the blood curse cover the fire?"
"I don't think it matters much," Bai Zhizhi admitted.
Related, but not significant? Sauron savored these words. From his hesitant gaze and the suddenly broken logic of communication, it realized that the other party was facing a dilemma. The strange thing is that this predicament was not caused by someone intentionally, but by his own hand.
The speeding car began to turn. Soren Gerson fell silent, and they continued to move forward steadily in a straight line. There was a strong wind on the street, and the wheels of the speeding car swayed in the air current.
"So," Ring asked cautiously, "Abroz's situation has nothing to do with witchcraft, but this matter, well, is a little more complicated in nature. Specifically, I don’t know how to put it. Is that so, my lord"
Bai Zhizhi narrowed his eyes.
"Your language is too vague."
"Yes" it added hastily, "It's hard to describe"
"You'd better tell the truth."
"The absolute truth" otherwise we all know the consequences. It has already experienced this person's arbitrary behavior, and a little concession will not damage its face. After all, this matter is easy to handle. The ring is proficient in thousands of Knox's languages. It doesn't matter any region, any race, and any era, as long as the tower has records. It can write words in different words for the owner to choose.
When the Elvish language appeared, the White Envoy finally responded. "Relatively close."
Sauron fixed the language module and began to search for small categories from the Elvish language family. Depending on the owner's alien identity, it is fully confident in giving the most appropriate answer.
"So what?" Ring asked in the water elf language near Burles. This is one of the oldest and remote varieties of Elvish, and unless one can connect to the tower's database, no one can learn it quickly: there are no tribes in Knox who use it to communicate.
The young man frowned. "It doesn't look like that."
Not like it yet? how can that be possible? Did he do it on purpose...wait. Ring couldn't help but paused. Language is by no means as simple as reading out syllables and spelling out words. Many times, the accuracy of words depends on emotion, and words full of emotions often have the fundamental characteristics that can represent a certain type of language. It suddenly realized how to answer, but let alone doing this thing, it was not easy even to say it!
Half a minute passed, and our wise Mr. Ring paused for a little longer. But think about it, you will also feel heartbroken when something that is your birthright is gone. Finally, Sauron said: "...Don't fucking talk nonsense, this doesn't look like anything anymore."
The young man was stunned. He looked at the Night Whispering Ring for the first time and finally put it on his hand. Sauron felt a sense of nostalgia from his expression. "you……"
"No one else, good boy" it switches back to common language, "How does it sound"
"It's very similar." It's really like that. Ring was stunned.
Bai Zhizhi looked at it. "That's kind enough. The tone when you speak is like my brothers of the same race who have been dead for a thousand years. Whenever they unfortunately meet when stealing things, they will greet each other like this."
What a friendly beginning, no wonder you are extinct! "It sounds nostalgic." Ring's tone was very strange, "Then let's chat in your language, sir. The journey will be long. There happens to be no one else here, and chatting will help..."
"Have you eaten enough?"
The strong wind blew against his face. Sauron knew that he did not have the ability to feel the cold, but that did not prevent him from feeling the same. Could the indescribable sense of humor also come from the charm of a foreign language?
"About speeding cars" he started another topic, "In the city of floating clouds, there are more landscapes than stars, but speeding cars are just barely ranked." What makes it outstanding is the sense of movement - speed, up and down, methodical... Of course, it is very expensive, and the pricing of the affairs department is not reasonable, because there are only a few passengers who are willing to pay for fun.』
“What happens to passengers who don’t have money?”
"Those who have no money are not counted as passengers." This saying is said in Elvish language, and it doesn't feel awkward at all. Sauron smiled in a way that no one could detect, the way of rune life. Damn, I almost got his joke.
Now, there's just one problem. What did it want to know before? What the hell?
After transferring to a flying car again, the driver tightened the reins to avoid a pontoon boat passing by in a staggered way. Seeing this, Bai Zhizhi suddenly stood up.
Zinghuan saw him climb onto the roof of the car: "Sir?" What do you want?"
"Too slow." The coachman didn't notice it. The next moment, he crashed into the carriage behind him like a blow to the head, causing a scream. The young man took hold of the reins and looped them around his arms. "Why stop?"
"There's nothing you can do about it. Speeding cars also have tracks...wait a minute!" Fucking gods! Don't do this! 』
The whip struck the monster, and the two Pegasus were caught off guard. They neighed and shook their heads, bursting out with unprecedented power, fluttering their wings and hooves and running forward! The screams in the carriage suddenly intensified, but the White Envoy turned a deaf ear and only waved his whip from time to time to urge.
"obstacle! Top of the tower! Turn the corner quickly, we're about to hit you! Sauron's strokes were no longer coherent. "Are you accelerating?" why"
The young man raised one hand and aimed at the dazzling spherical spire ahead... Bang! Cold light penetrated the roof, and the metal shattered like glass.
Speeding arrows follow the light. The fragments tinkled in the winter, like a curtain of rain hitting the carriage, bounced away by the frost that had covered it at some point. Sauron was stunned by this scene, and the words of the White Envoy echoed in his mind.
Why stop?
He wants to drive the speed car into the Port of High Light!
It’s a grand plan, isn’t it? As if I could stop it. "accelerate! ” It said with abandonment, “Crush them! rua~』
…
The speeding car crashed into the airport, smashing the walls and guardrails that separated the shuttle station along the way. The young man dropped the reins and crushed the folded steps with his foot.
The carriage fell into silence. Fortunately, everyone inside was still alive and basically intact. A few people tried to jump out of the car and only suffered some frostbite. The Ring no longer pays attention to their condition. "How is your experience of flying, sir?"
The White Envoy picked up a shuttle station recorder who fainted in the aftermath and applied a blood curse on his face. "Don't pay me the bill."
