Why it never ends

Chapter 528 Voyage to the Past

Anna glanced at Hesta, "Evidence?"

"Listen to me first," Hesta said in a low voice, "but their wishful thinking is obviously wrong, because your insight may be earlier than their plan: you replaced the ship on this ship beforehand." Most of the crew, prepared precepts for every passenger on board—female passengers—and pre-written a lot of complicated and long rule text—"

"I didn't prepare that, I just made some slight changes." Anna whispered, "You might as well guess who the original author of it is?"

Hesta frowned slightly, "Zero?"

Anna shook her index finger, "Wrong."

"...Boshanfu?"

"Tsk tsk."

"It can't be Miss Chiba," Hesta whispered, "She's too lazy to do these things—"

"Where's your imagination? Hesta," Anna said softly, "Didn't Su Lei tell you what she saw and heard at the dinner party?"

There was a long silence between the two, and Hesta stared at the table in front of him without speaking for a long time.

"Robert Griller has a hobby, dog training," Anna said softly, "he is an avid survival enthusiast, and he likes to imagine the situation of people surviving in the doomsday, and he has made a lot of preparations for this—for him For this reason, dogs are a good choice.

"However, there is a rule that cannot be violated at Robeau Grillet's place-dogs are not allowed to enter the house."

"...they also passed a certain 'trial'?"

"Supreme praise?"

"Is it that hard to imagine?" Anna smiled, "You're already very close—Robert Grillet himself is from an elite background, and among his followers are well-off, well-educated young people, and such young people People are most likely to be poisoned by some ideas without knowing it.

"...a woman?" Hesta looked at Anna, "He wants to tame that ship—no."

Before the words were finished, Hesta himself had already made a denial—there was no place for women in the world planned by Roborgrillet. So much effort was spent, of course, not to tame women.

Hesta lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, digesting every word Anna said.

Hesta frowned, thought for a while, and then said hesitantly: "...Roboglier? You don't mean to talk about him, do you?"

Amidst the continuous vomiting, Putina sighed softly, and put a glass of water and a stack of tissues by Hesta's hand.

"It's like, a person who has lived with dogs since he was a child, no matter how hard he tries, he can't completely eradicate this bad habit-because he is used to this kind of life. When the beloved dog is driven out of the house, No matter how he rationally agrees with this decision, the emotional pain cannot be avoided... For that 'great ideal', he can only swallow this bitter fruit and digest loneliness alone.

"...Give me some more, hint?"

Hesta was still puzzled, "You mean, he is still training the dog, but the dog has become his follower—"

"No," Anna said softly, "because this will give the dog some illusions about its own status.

But once the idea was grasped, many new conjectures grew rapidly.

"Huh?" Hesta thought for a while, "...does he think the dog is dirty?"

"Okay, I'll stroke it again," Hesta leaned over and pressed her hot face on the cold table, she murmured in a low voice: "Roboglier really needs to further domesticate them, but these The followers have already become absolutely loyal to him...then he wants to tame..."

"The purpose of the voyage of Supreme Praise is indeed related to 'domestication'?"

"But you just said that I guessed wrong!"

—Hesta vomited into the paper bag almost immediately.

Hesta couldn't help recalling Roborgrillet's summary at the beginning of the diary:

Suddenly, an idea flashed.

"Guess is wrong, guess again." Anna looked at Hesta with a smile.

Anna didn't answer, but raised her wine glass with stretched brows and eyes.

Anna pondered for a moment, "It seems... that this cannot be completely denied."

A grand event that belongs to us.A paradise for months of fun and complete isolation.

Hesta didn't answer, but Putina grabbed the vomit bag on the side and handed it over.

"For the same reason," Anna swung her glass, "he arranged a voyage."

"What hint do you want?"

It turned out to be this meaning...it turned out to be this meaning!
"What's the matter, Hesta?" Anna whispered, "Your face is a bit ugly."

Robeau Grier, who was in a distant time and space, personally arranged a long trip. He and his staff compiled a long "Guideline for Navigation", and set up many organs on the ship based on this, and carefully selected Boarding people, creating continuous danger... It all kicked off on the unsupervised high seas.

"Yeah." Anna nodded.

"You are indeed wrong," Anna smiled. "The passengers who were invited to board the 'Supreme Tribute' have absolute loyalty to Robeau Grillet—they are all young, handsome, and full of enthusiasm. Everyone is willing to sacrifice their lives for their lofty ideals."

"Unless there is a new experience that can completely replace the old experience, just like a new world completely takes up all the old past events." Anna whispered, "Bathed in that brand new and splendid new world, people will have no time to reminisce about the past That little, insignificant sweetness..."

"Unless anything."

"But not to domesticate his followers for Robeau Grillet?"

"you can say it this way."

"Emotional closeness can damage these hunters, make them gluttonous, lazy, self-willed... This is not what Roboglier wants to see, because what he wants is a hunting dog, a patrol dog, a dog that can be seen at a command." A helper who stays on the manor all night, not a pet."

"Yes, but it doesn't matter."

"He built very sturdy kennels for his dogs, he fed them luxury meat, he had servants, veterinarians and dog trainers to take care of them, and the dogs even had their own woodland... because Rohberg Rier is very fond of dogs, even more than people.

"And this kind of endurance is doomed not to last——Roboglier himself knows this best." Anna looked into the distance, "Words are powerful in this world, but in the face of real experience, all theories are useless. pale. Unless..."

"Are you okay?" Putina walked behind Hesta and patted her on the back. "If you're not feeling well, I'll find someone to take you back now?"

"Thank you," Hesta quickly rinsed her mouth. She pushed Putina's hand away and looked at Anna, "I'm fine."

Anna raised her glass, "Then... shall we continue drinking?"

"Go on," Hesta supported her cheek, her voice was very low, "You are too good at telling stories, Anna."

(End of this chapter)