Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 553

When Yale Liga and the servants of the immortal came out of the house, Yi was wandering around the door with small steps and fast.When he saw Yarérica, his shoulders slackened; immediately after he saw the man behind him, he stopped.The servant put his hands in the slit of the wrap around his waist and grinned at Yi.

"Hello," he said in a language that did not belong to this world, "how can I help you?"

There was anger in Yi's gesture.But Yale Liga walked towards him at this moment, blocking their gaze.

"He's the guard the Ageless One has placed here," she said.

He is dangerous.

"But it's useful. Let's talk about it in a more appropriate place."

Yi took a small step back slowly, and said nothing more about the matter.The servant slowly walked out from beside Yareliga, his eyes frivolously and casually glanced at him.

"So," he asked, as if amused, "is he like me?"

"No. He knows more than you do. All I've told you is to make you understand what I want."

"What about him? How is he different from me?"

"He's a friend."

"I didn't mean to show off. But honestly, I could beat your friend in half with one hand."

"I could do the same to you. Not even a hand."

The man let out a silent sneer.But Yi's irritability seemed to be tempered by this conversation.He calmly retreated to the side away from the servants, and asked Yareriga where she planned to go next.The servant leaned back and looked at Yareriga over his back.

"The lady you're following asked to see the Ageless," he interjected without permission. "If she plans to take you, I think you'll be up there soon. Cherish your luck, you Weak fellow. If I accuse you here of being a spy for House of Frost, you will surely be thrown into a cave underground."

"Why didn't you do that?" Yi asked coldly, and you don't look like a traitor in your current position?
"I have my own discretion. Naturally, it's different from a young man like you who can't stand the temptation."

The servant inserted his hands into the slit of the cloth around his waist again, and walked on tiptoe lightly.Until they left the square and returned to those spiraling and diverging roads.When they passed a certain wall covered with bacteria, the servant reached out and pressed it, and his fingertips sank deep into the soft, fleshy bacteria.When his heavily tattooed arm sank completely into the wall, there was a clear snapping sound from within the colony.An unusually narrow door opened.Its internal passages are filled with tow-shaped colored light tubes, and if viewed from the road outside, it seems to be just a slightly smoother plaque.

The servant invites them to enter."I have never met a host who did not lead the way," said Yareriga.

"This is just a kind of local respect. Besides, what are you guarding against? I will definitely not harm a beautiful person like you-by the way, I actually prefer your appearance without artificial ears. It is not in line with ordinary people The standard is just right for me."

Yareriga smiled at his flattery, but didn't delay in taking out her scimitar.The servant quickly compromised.He was the first to walk into the corridor and step up the elevator at the end.Yale Liga followed closely, and Yi Ze seemed a little uneasy.

This is where?

he asked as the ground began to rise.

"The square. You saw the way we came. This is under the square. Since this lady wants to see the old man, we have to say hello in advance."

Despite Yi's obvious hostility towards this servant, when he heard the word "ageless man" uttered by the other party, a faint sense of anxiety still surrounded him.He looked at Yale Liga frequently, as if seeking strength from this gaze.The servant was wrapping around his loincloth, making some strange and meaningless noises indistinctly.

"That's interesting," he said. "Voice. You communicate in this way, completely replacing the hands. These... languages, not special words, nor carols or chants, isn't that a kind of blasphemy ?”

"I just want you to understand me," Yale Liga responded, "You can continue to use your gestures."

"No, it's convenient, I suppose. If I'm being honest, it gets the point across more quickly. And it gets me a little more out of my head."

Allerica had to admit that the servant did have a lot of ideas.This person, who was soaked in a closed medicine cabin by the immortal since he was a child, completed the transformation operation, and then received training, has never been given a name with pronunciation.However, once Yale Liga poured the nectar of language on him, he learned much faster than Yi.In the first hour, Yi could only use the simplest sentences and words to express her thoughts, but this servant could whistle a ditty and make a complete comment on her appearance, body and tail.Yareriga is very knowledgeable about males, but also marvels at this man's talent, because he is really a scumbag through and through.Naturally, she would not tell Yi about that, and she did not allow her servants to mention it to anyone.

When the elevator reached the top, they were greeted by a room that seemed transparent—as if, because the walls and floor were rippling like water waves, and above their heads was a band of statues that rose and fell, played and sang, and worshiped. crowd.They were undoubtedly right under the plaza, beneath those seemingly thick metal floors.

"How?" the servant asked Allerica.

"Nice simulation environment." Yale Liga said, "I will consider getting one in my place."

"You still have a place of your own?"

"If you let the old man appear, I will consider showing you there."

Yi looked at her worriedly again.He disapproved of her promise, but the servant only smiled vaguely.

"I'm just showing you this thing first." He said a little helplessly. "The immortals have their own arrangements. If they want to see you, maybe they will emerge from the floor after a while."

"on the floor?"

"Yes. Possibly. My creators are omnipotent--it may be unfair to say that, but they are. If you were to slit their throats with your beautiful knife, you would find them The body turned into water, turned into light, turned into a lot of spores. Surely you can't defeat them."

Allerica stepped forward noncommittally.She passed under the feet of the crowd and the statues, and came to the high platform where the chariot was placed.At this time, the high rock platform seems to be surrounded by six transparent films, and the machinery placed on it can be seen from the bottom.Yale Liga looked at this chariot—it was called the devil's chariot in the world, and if Qiaoqiao Tianyi stood beside her, she would definitely point to this small shuttle, pointing out that it and those flying How similar is the foundling ship to Gate City.They may be made of different materials, so the "chariot" presents a colorful dark rainbow texture, but the similarity of the design is so obvious at a glance.Its extremely thin boards, sharp corners, and overall structure without forks seem to show that the designer has a strange obsession with imitating origami.At the bottom of the chariot near the rear, she also saw two simple characters that were completely unfamiliar.It wasn't any script she knew, nor was it the signature of the ink-dotted letter that had appeared in Gate City.

She looked at the two characters for a while, and finally looked back.

"Satisfied?" the servant asked, "Is there something you want?"

"What I want is the answers of the old men. I heard that they defeated the maker of this chariot."

"Obviously, otherwise, what is on the square today would not be this chariot, but the statue of the only master of the two worlds."

"Do you know what this master looks like?"

The servant covered his face with the excess cloth from his chest. "That's all I know." He replied, "In this world that belongs to the living, who can know what the master of the dead looks like?"

"Call the Immortals." Yale Liga demanded, "Tell them to contact me, or give me their contact information."

"They'll come to you as they see fit."

"How long will that take?"

"That's exactly the problem," said the servant. "They predicted that the House of Frost would send spies, and that suspicious people would come to find out about these chariots. For this, they trained me, and several others. Ten or hundreds of me, and promises to give us power periodically. At the beginning they did, they sent people every few years, and at the last time they hinted that they might use us if necessary, and sent us to Frost House—however, the last time they contacted me was more than 100 years ago."

(End of this chapter)