Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 531

In the gravekeeper's hut, Yale Liga spent a few days that were unusually quiet.There is no formal quarrel or debate, but she and Jing Juan do not exchange a word with each other, and try to show their ignorance of each other's existence.

Allerica was not angry about it.When she was quite young, she encountered all kinds of males, sensitive, rough or self-righteous, and took out their anger on others when they exposed their own incompetence.She could count a dozen such names, but the ones she could remember had something to do with them before then, and she had admired something about them, so she never quarreled and let things turn ugly. degree.She just left without looking back—if she had insisted on her principles when facing Villar, the ending might have been better than the worst state.

Jing Huang, even though her way of getting along with most of the people she has been with in the past is different, or has a life experience that is absolutely unexpected, in the eyes of Yale Liga, she is still a person with many flaws and lacks self. A young male with improved abilities, a powerful cub who had to use skill to maintain communication.But she'll put up with it when she thinks it's worth it, until she thinks it's irreparable.

She was still trying to figure out why Jing Juan showed such an attitude.There are many people who use bluff anger to cover up their misses and guilt; there are also people who are capricious by nature, and they ignore the past friendship when their emotions change; there is a third possibility that has nothing to do with emotions and personalities, that is a deliberate Eviction order.

The days passed under her silent observation.Although during those few days, they seemed to be able to pass through a sliding door opened in the center of the stone railing without restriction and go to the wide street outside, Jing Juan had no intention of visiting his master.He always sat in the corner of the room and meditated, sometimes picked up the white paper, but always looked at the side with only one ink dot, as if this neatly shaped dot was more important than the signature on the back.

A few days later, the black-headed envoy arrived with the golden guardian and informed them to complete the prosthetic operation.So Jing Huang finally walked out of the stone house and stepped through the sliding door on the stone railing.Yale Liga also followed, and no one raised any objections.

Instead of going to the White Tower immediately, they were led to a commercial area available for short-term rental.In that area, as long as you pay enough rent, you can get a temporary door.Although the reserved time is short, the total price is much cheaper than long-term purchase, in order to hold some periodic exhibitions or complete a one-time transportation task.

It is almost impossible to know the way by impression on this kind of street.All the doors change from time to time, taking on the appearance required by new tenants, or implicitly suggesting new destinations.It's not as lively as the open market here, only those with a clear purpose will come here.

Among these ever-changing buildings, a square tower made entirely of tiny glass cubes, and a two-story yellow mud brick building lie between a delicate garden arch.Flowers with spiral long leaves are carved on each brick wall, and the golden edge on the top of the eaves is wavy, and the top shows the outline of a bird's wings.A thick red velvet curtain hangs at the entrance of this nameless building, and the hanging board on the right side of the velvet curtain reads the upcoming program:
"Prunchy's Revenge" Scene [-]

"Vientiane Symphony Moon" Second Day and Ten Festivals
Allerica had only heard of the first show, and she remembered it was the show of the cat people.However, they arrived at the theater on Pentecost, just in time for the show.

The black-headed faceless messenger lifted the curtain for them and led them into the narrow and long audience passage.The owner who had met them a few days ago sat in the front row of the audience, watching the empty stage.

"The operation is arranged in a private room." He said, "I invited a trusted mage to perform this operation. Now he is waiting there. The transaction you have previously booked has been cancelled, and you will receive a refund later deposit."

Jing Huang had no objection.Yareriga said, "Then this is your gift?"

"Funding."

"You don't seem like a generous person."

"For a manager, generosity is not a virtue," replied the host. "The right job assigned to the right person, coupled with the right allocation of resources, is the most important virtue of a manager."

"You're really good at the job. It doesn't seem like it's doing you much good, though."

The master asked back: "Do you think that owning such a city is not enough as a reward?"

"It seems to me more like it owns you," said Yareriga. "I wonder what fun it is to pay for the power itself."

"For a race like you that can easily plunder other people's secrets and force others to assimilate with their own ideas, you probably don't find it interesting to run organizations with skills."

Allerica smiled.She read the haughty mage's dislike for her, and was amused by the fear behind the hostility.

"You dedicate your time to people who don't care," she concludes, "and feel like you're in charge?"

"Management doesn't need to be a saint or a parent, it's just a part of what I'm doing outside of my research. It's not as useless as you describe it though. For example, when someone provokes me with a thousand dying babies , I will pass the task of handling this matter to the experts."

Jing Juan was not interested in the art of management they discussed.His eyes looked towards the second floor.Before he pressed impatiently, the master said: "I think it would be best to put down a deed as a guarantee of my support."

A puppet in a fancy costume came to the audience with a tray.On the plate were leather scrolls, reed pens, ink, daggers, stone needles, silver thread, and more than a dozen odd and small spell supplies.

"This deed guarantees that you will set about capturing your enemies as soon as you acquire the arm," said the master. "You may sign it in the manner you are accustomed to."

Jing Juan read the leather scroll, then picked up the reed pen and wrote his own name.

"You need to sign in two forms." The master said, "According to the requirements of the White Tower, all non-White Tower spell contracts that require their certification must be annotated in alliance characters."

Jing Huang reluctantly wrote it again, noting the meaning and pronunciation of the name in the alliance format that Yale Liga had taught him.Then the master also picked up the reed pen to sign.

"Eden." Jing Huang followed suit.

"I don't mind the name being leaked, it's not a weakness to me," said the master, "but I'll try to figure out who leaked it."

The deed burned, leaving no trace of ashes.Then Jing Huang was led away by the black-headed messenger.Yareriga sat on the seat two people away from her master, waiting for the operation to end.She studied the suggestive patterns on the ceiling.

"You are not related to that child," said the host.

"You investigated me."

"I didn't mean to target you specifically, I just learned about it by accident."

Allerica turned her head to look at him.She didn't think there was any chance in it.

"If a person gives you dying babies all day long, and you happen to hear his name, isn't it normal to want to know the meaning of this name? I just bought such an expensive item from the White Tower, so I asked They inquired."

Yale Liga moved closer to him: "Mind sharing?"

"I think you know the Fish Song School?"

"I like their theory of space travel."

"Then, perhaps you've also heard that they have many offshoots, one of which is called 'Fin swim'. When I sent my inquiry letter to the White Tower, a mage of the Fin swim school contacted me and told me that he might know the name Represents something. He sent me a book written by a spire mage of their school and explained the connection to me."

Allerica listened intently, and began to search for the school in her memory.The master showed that slightly mocking smile again.

"If you ask me what it means to take this job," he said, "that's one of the answers. I don't need a talent to draw on other people's knowledge, they're going to use it for me."

"I regret your hostility," whispered Yareriga.

"I'm just curious," the owner shot back, "what did you get paid to manage that ship?"

Allerica lightly licked her fangs.

"The way I see it, you just have to stay curious," she said.

They sat far apart until Jing Huang reappeared in the audience.When the man who had undergone prosthetic surgery came towards them, Yareriga saw him waving his newly acquired left hand non-stop, with a quiet surprise on his face.

That left hand did better than Yareriga expected.It can be freely manipulated by an existence without biological laws like Jing Juan, and there is no abnormality in its appearance, even the skin color and texture are adjusted to the same score.

"This hand doesn't need an adaptation period," said the master. "I hope you can start working as soon as possible, starting with tracking that ship."

"No need." Jing Huang said.

Allerica and the master looked at him.He unfolded his right hand, revealing the white paper with his signature written on it.

"He has given me the address."

"I've read the contents of that piece of paper, and I've also noticed which side you often look at." The host said, "If you don't mind, I want to know the secret of that ink dot."

Jing Huang spread the paper with his new left hand, revealing the ink dot.It is not in the center of the page, but in a seemingly accidental location.In the corner of the paper, the light gray square seems to have been scratched many times by fingernails.

"This piece of paper is 1." Jing Huang said, "The center of this point is 0.472384203, and 0.783231481, mixed according to the number of digits, the result is 477823328341240831, every three numbers represent a character. The total is..."

Yale Liga turned her head immediately to observe the master's expression and reaction.She was satisfied with the result—he might know more than she did about the identity of Jonny's enemies, but certainly not all.

"The collapse zone of the Divine Light Realm." Jing Huang finished his words.

The master quickly recovered his usual calmness, and commented with both admiration and sarcasm: "The length is just right."

"There may be more later. The termination prompt is more than ten consecutive 1s."

"Then why not keep counting?"

"Three days. The ruler you gave is not enough."

The master spread his hands.

“I don’t hear anyone ask me for microscopes and atomic rulers,” he said. “By the way, is this encryption their mainstream epistolary?”

"It's just a screening game invented by a person named 0206." Jing Huang replied coldly, "He only allows people who solve the 108-bit swap code of the four-dimensional polymorph to participate in his project."

The master reached out to him and took the coded letter away.

"I will find someone to continue the calculation and send you the result through the star network." The master said, "Now you can go first."

So they were sent to port again.Yale Liga wanted to prepare more supplies, but found a figure waiting in front of the Silence.Skywing with a flying mane is sitting at the bottom of the Silence, looking at its appearance with great interest.

"Wow!" she said happily, "didn't think you had such a great boat!"

Yale Liga politely responded to her praise, and followed Jing Juan to the boat.She unexpectedly found that Qiaoqiao Tianyi followed, looking around like an old passenger, commenting on the details of the ship.

"You guys need some replacement parts," she commented, "a bit more modern gear."

"I'm going to do it when I get back," said Yareriga.She tactfully reminded Qiaoqiao Tianyi to get off the boat so as not to delay their next trip.

But Qiaoqiao Tianyi looked at her wonderingly. "Why put it off until later?" she asked, "I can start doing it now, halfway!"

At this time, Yale Liga has realized the problem of this matter.She stopped, turned around and asked Qiaoqiao Tianyi: "You want to go with us?"

"Of course! I'm in charge of investigating that ship, aren't I? The master hasn't told you yet?"

Not long after she finished speaking, a golden guardian sent an exquisite letter that smelled of flowers, stating that the Lord of the Gate City had sent a ship expert to assist them in their operations.When they reach the crash zone, the specialist will track down any trace of the ship in his way.

Yale Liga tore open the letter neatly, solemnly sent it into the incinerator, and then arranged a comfortable room for the confused Qiaoqiao Tianyi.They set off hastily in this way, from the port where the white paper boat appeared, to the edge of the Divine Light Realm and the Eternal Light Realm.When passing through that area, Qiaoqiao Tianyi suggested that they slow down so that she could do some inspections and replacements on the spaceship.

"It's still a place with frequent accidents." She warned, "Some novices of the Yongguang tribe come out of their territory, and when they enter such a place with no speed limit for the first time, they will directly change their forms and start flying at the highest speed. Hitting a boat with a stealth system on. It's happened several times."

After all, it was a small probability event, so Yale Liga didn't take it too seriously.They didn't hit anything on the way and arrived at the crash zone without any problems.During this period of time, Jing Huang still locked herself in the room, and did not speak a word with the other two companions, until Yale Liga discovered that someone had checked the "Crash Zone" during the process of adjusting the main system of the spaceship.

She tracked down the lookup and saw that Joan had come to the bridge room during one of her breaks, searching for information about the crash zone.She hadn't taught Jing Huang how to conduct summary and fuzzy searches, so looking through the records seemed disorganized.She looked at it for a while, and finally sorted out what she knew, and sent the robot into Jing Juan's room.

Shortly after that, the Silence sailed into a dark, lightless aether tide.Yale Liga switched the ship into the ether form alone, and took turns watching on the deck with Qiaoqiao Tianyi.

She had rarely seen this form of ether tide: no starlight, no flames, just pure, soft darkness.The darkness had a certain eerie substance, so that when she reached out she could even touch its soft interior, but it was neither solid nor liquid, so she could not grasp it tangibly.The boat swims in this peaceful darkness, like a blind fish in the deep sea, completely moving with the current.

These waves, as far as Yareriga knew, came from a fragmented star plane.In the ancient and remote Shenguang Realm, things with a history longer than the Alliance can be found everywhere.That doesn't necessarily mean they are of high value, but it does hint at how easily civilizations can be destroyed in this universe.The Shenguang Realm does not have more than one "collapse zone". It is almost completely fragmented and cut by various faults, so many rare but fragile ecology are preserved.However, when it comes to the "Crash Zone," there's no doubt that that's where they're headed.

She heard voices from the depths of darkness after about three hundred hours of stealth.A dull and huge wave pushed the solidified darkness towards the sails of the Silence, making the sound of the fabric being stretched.Then the darkness gradually became thinner and more transparent, and the ubiquitous cyan-blue light came in.

The Silence sailed to the top of the Dark Tide.This is a boundless chasm, and the chasm is filled with blue light, just like the sky of Zhisi City at midnight.But this light is wider and thicker, and it has no boundaries like the gap.This element known as "Dream Color" can only be obtained in the Aether Tide.At the bottom of this ribbon, the Kuroshio Current cascades down into the bottomless void.When Yale Liga stared at the deep ditch, she thought of the Judgment Hall of the Gate City in her mind, and she knew that they were very similar in nature.The Judgment Hall is clearly some kind of ingenious imitation of the natural passage through nothingness.

But there is one thing that the Inquisition Hall does not have.As Allerica bowed her head downward, some terrible fluctuation also rumbled upward through the darkness.Even though the aether tide eliminated their harm, Yale Liga could still feel their huge energy vibrating in her body.

There are countless continents floating in the abyss.They are all flat, with square or round outlines.Although they appear tidal as small as biscuits, each is actually larger than a star.Relying on the color of dreams that illuminate the top of the abyss, these continents do not fall into nothingness, but are suspended in the void.However, this kind of suspension cannot guarantee their stability, so they are constantly broken, starting from the bottom facing the abyss, causing terrifying mechanical waves to intertwine and entangle, occupying the entire chasm.This symphony of destruction plays on and on, until the last piece of land is not left.But that will undoubtedly take a lot of time, even longer than the death of a star.

Yale Liga watched on the deck for a long time until she realized that her ears were bleeding.She had to retreat into the ship to seek countermeasures, and at the same time remembered the strange looks of those dead babies—no matter why Jing Juan's enemies stayed here, she knew they had come to the right place.

(End of this chapter)