[To be honest, morality is not an area that I am good at. Discussion of it will inevitably involve human nature, and human nature is a more mysterious field than occultism. If you truly want answers, young Catalina, perhaps you can seek out the Silver Knight Galt, who I sense is still alive. 】
[One day you will see him again, but before that... you must wait with hope. 】
Ed wrote this in his notes. The Silver Knight has been missing from the world for eighteen years, and he happens to be Catalina's most admired idol. It's only appropriate to put this question to him.
As for whether Catalina can find him, it all depends on the will of the Holy Spirit. Even if she can't find him, it would be good for her to keep him in mind.
"Sylvie, can the secret code you released be learned through memory cards?"
"Of course." Sylvie replied affirmatively, "That's just a simple variation of the 'Sunlight' secret script. I only need a quarter of a faceless iron coin to print it out."
"No problem, take it." Ed took out a faceless iron coin, flicked his thumb and threw it to Sylvie.
Sylvie stretched out her hand to hold the faceless iron coin and split it into two. One has a quarter of the black area, the other has three-quarters of the black area.
She put the latter into the weird machine and handed the spit out card back to Ed——
"Shadow of Glow"
In the illustration of the card, the sun's rays are cast on the earth, and the shadows are spread out and grow like roots. Ed continued writing:
[Concerning the armor, I happen to know a simple variant of the secret text. Now I will teach it to you, which can help you unlock the secret of the armor you obtained. 】
After saying that, he took out Catalina's character card and pressed the "Shadow of Glow" on top of the character card. Pale white flame text appeared in front of my eyes:
【》》》Transmitting to the character card "Catalina Oakland"...》》》]
…
It's so dark, what time is it now...
When Ed sat up rubbing his sleepy eyes, the dark purple night had quietly fallen, and the distance between the setting sun and the horizon was only a pale evening orange, like coal that was about to go out.
He took the alarm clock from the bedside and found that it was already half past six in the evening.
God, nearly twelve hours, is it that long?
He finished breakfast with little Tommy at about seven o'clock, hung a thank you sign at the door, then went upstairs to rest, and fell asleep before seven-thirty at most.
The most terrible thing is that the energy restored by these eleven hours of sleep is not even as good as the usual six hours of sleep. Now he even wants to fall back into bed and fall asleep again.
It seems that I really can’t overtrain in the future…
He put on his jacket, trousers and belt, opened the door and walked downstairs in two steps at a time. Mr. Eaton has returned, and the unfinished paperwork he placed on the table has disappeared. Apparently Mr. Eaton filed it away after processing it.
"Sorry, I overslept." Ed said, scratching his head sheepishly.
"It doesn't matter. When I was your age, I would sleep eight or nine hours a day. Now that my brain is declining as I get older, people sleep less. Young people need more rest."
When he said this, Eaton should have been smiling, but at this moment, his gray eyes were always covered with a hint of sadness. It was rare for Ed to see him look so obviously sad.
Could it be that something happened to Burke Orton?
"...I have read the briefing. Little Orton is intact. Congressman Orton expressed his gratitude for our assistance. You and Quinn handled it well."
"Where is Quinn now?" Ed's heart trembled.
"At East End Stronghold. She's fine."
Eaton saw Ed's worries and told the matter directly:
"...the sea monster's condition is getting worse. Yesterday it was just forgetfulness and cognitive decline, but since this morning he has suffered from high fever and persistent confusion. Rowan said that the situation is not optimistic, and he believes that the crux of the problem may be Because of the personality crystallization, Crow's Nest has sent a psychiatrist to the East District stronghold."
After saying that, Eaton sighed deeply, as if he wanted to expel all the smoke from his lungs, but he did not hold the pipe in his hand.
"What?" Ed was shocked. Although he could see that something was obviously wrong with the sea monster's condition yesterday, wasn't the condition getting worse too fast?
Personality crystal... I don't know if I can cure him the same way as crystal malignancy.
"I just came back from there. If you want, go and have a look. Leave the affairs here to me."
"knew."
Ed hurriedly put on his coat, grabbed his cane, and finally put on his hat. As he was about to go out, a hazy thunder sounded from the end of the skyline.
It's going to rain again...
…
At around seven o'clock, accompanied by the pattering of heavy rain, Ed finally arrived at the East District stronghold.
The sissy Byakuya was sitting on the doorstep smoking. His skirt had been splashed with water stains. It was obvious that he had not just walked out of the door.
"How's the sea monster?" Ed asked bluntly.
"He's not awake yet. He's in his own room. Rowan and that parrot head are both there. They don't know what they're talking about. Please wait in front of the door for a while."
"knew."
"Wait a moment……"
Ed was about to enter, but Bai Ya called him to stop him. He took the last puff of cigarette into his lungs and threw the cigarette butt into the rain:
"I'll go with you."
Walking through the narrow and damp corridors, the swollen and deformed wooden wall panels feel so familiar. Everything was just like when Ed first came to report, but this time the two of them felt even heavier:
"When Charlotte came to see him in the morning, Stinky Fish Head was still able to smile at her. In the afternoon, he completely lost consciousness. I asked Charlotte to stay in her room and not come out to avoid irritating her. "
"You did the right thing," Ed said.
Walking to the fishy smelling door, Anvil was leaning against the door, gripping a wine bottle and complaining, his huge figure almost blocking the entire door panel. Quinn sat on the stairs, poking her fingers with her pocketknife without saying a word.
"Sorry, I should have come earlier. It happened so suddenly..." Ed apologized.
"It's not a big deal. Maybe some part of this old boy is broken. Just let Rowan help him twist it. Don't make it like a memorial service."
Anvil took a sip of wine alone and said gloomily. He could hardly stop talking:
"...It's okay. I was drinking with him a few days ago. If you ask me, the best medicine is to pour a bottle of strong wine into your stomach, and then add some spicy meat and dried fish. He will be drunk in no time. Can be brought back to life."
"Accept the reality, man. He is already over sixty years old, which is about the same as the two of us combined." Byakuya suddenly said. "Not all investigators are lucky enough to die in bed with their own shit."
"Can you fucking say something nice...?"
As if someone had suddenly stepped on his foot, Anvil gave Bai Ya a hard shove, and was about to slap him again.
Just then, the door opened.
