The Modern Age of the Mysterious

"The Modern Age of the Mysterious (

"If you fill your granary with grain made from the touchstone, another part of the world will experience an inexplicable reduction in production...

"If you use the Philosopher's Stone to create a miracle, other lives have to pay for the miracle.

"The price will never go away, it's just passed on."

"Let others, and even the whole world, pay for their gains." Alicia's eyes were cloudy, "This is the mechanism of the touchstone."

Sean's thoughts were instantly connected, and a sentence emerged in his heart: "Don't test human nature."

"Since then—according to Flamel's own diary records, he has lost sleep all night." The female chess player's voice echoed in the quiet space, "Close your eyes and see the golden castle on the top of the mountain, And the corpses that stretched to the sky at the foot of the mountain."

"He realized that if someone else could get the Philosopher's Stone formula...

"It's going to be a nightmare for the world."

Don't test humanity.

"So Flamel kept the Philosopher's price a secret. And claimed it lost its magic.

"He was also thrown into prison by the angry king.

"On the persuasion of Dar Finch, the king released him and stripped him of all the honors he had ever received."

Sean sighed: "Fortunately, Flamel is not a selfish person, otherwise the world will become nothing because of the touchstone."

The female chess player continued: "After he got out of prison, Flamel did several things.

"First," Alicia raised a finger, "in order to ensure that no one would continue to create this diabolical substance, he destroyed the Philosopher's Stone formula that he had recovered, and even burned the collection that he spent his whole life collecting. related ancient books.

"Secondly, since the Philosopher's Stone that has been refined cannot be destroyed, it is regarded as a taboo resource and handed over to the Spirit Craftsmen Association at that time."

Taboo "resources"?

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly.

In other words, the Spirit Craftsmen Association does not consider the use of the Philosopher's Stone to be an absolute taboo...

But a force that needs to be used with caution?

Then, Alicia's account confirmed Sean's speculation: "Although they know the mechanism of the Philosopher's Stone, the Grandmasters still believe that this terrifying resource still has its place."

Sean nodded: "There is no good or evil in tools - good and evil are only in the heart."

After all, the touchstone is just a tool.

"So, regarding the use of the Philosopher's Stone, the Spirit Craftsman Association also set two 'iron laws'—"

"First, anything that needs to be done must be done by all possible means. When various attempts fail, the Golden Stone can only be used if it is a last resort and after obtaining the consent of all the elders.

"Secondly, the stock of the Philosopher's Stone will not be restored until it is used up, and the production method cannot be restored."

"Whether it is the Spirit Craftsmen Association or the Daedalus Foundation, every leader can strictly abide by these two iron laws when it comes to using the Philosopher's Stone.

"So, up to now, the Golden Point Stone has not caused any great harm..."

"Until Rabilins appears." Sean rested his chin lightly with one hand.

The female chess player nodded: "Until the appearance of Rabilins..."

Alicia narrowed her eyes, the cold light in her eyes flickered slightly: "People from the outside world know very little about Rabilins, and only me...

"I just found out that he's a total lunatic, a total individualist, a total careerist...

"He could sacrifice millions of lives in order to become a god.

"Even so, his eyelids don't even blink - you might even think that this is a blessing for those who died..."

The muscles on Sean's face twitched slightly, revealing a wry smile of mockery: Actually, there are quite a few people like this—

Politicians who wage wars, capitalists who extract surplus value, religious leaders who ignorant others for their own selfish interests, treat the lives of soldiers, workers and believers like mustards of firewood... Isn't that the case?

It's just that their "path to becoming a god" and the "touching stone" they possess are more subtle than La Billings.

Sean clenched his fists tightly, with the urge to break something.

"Crazy, isn't it...?" Alicia's words still echoed in her ears in the diving port.

"...But, in fact, it was this world that fell into madness first...

"To fight the madness of this world, we can only use even crazier plans."

Compared to before, Sean understood the woman in front of him more, who looked a little slender.

After a long silence, Sean nodded: "I understand, what you did..."

The New Testament reporter raised his eyes and looked into Alicia's eyes: "It's the right thing to do."

Without much praise, the word "correct" suffices.

In the heart of the female chess player, she felt a long-awaited warmth—the kind of gratification that she found with like-minded people.

Sean thought of something, and said, "Then we have a bit of gold and stone in our hands, can we still use it in future operations?"

Alicia replied: "You still have to follow the iron law set by the sages, and you can't use this kind of power unless you have to...

"Also, using the power of the Philosopher's Stone requires training. Rabilins is the expert on this, we're not..."

"So, using this power to kill Rabilins directly, let's not talk about whether it can be done - the amount we need may cause the same disaster as he became a god. In that case, everything you do will be lost its meaning."

"The more important reason is that Rabilins resonates with the power of the Philosopher's Stone, and once it is used, it will make him feel it.

"Let him find out before the plan is formed, and it will only cost us all."

"So, it's not a wise move to rashly use the Philosopher's Stone." Sean nodded, "Tell me about the next plan - which wing are we going to cut off next?"

Alicia crossed her hands and slowly leaned back on the chair: "Dr. Franken, known as the 'blasphemy creation'..."

Sean and Alicia had a long talk all night about Franken's hunting plan and the subsequent strategic arrangements.

After finalizing the overall framework and some key details, Sean left the "chessboard space".

When I opened my eyes again to see the time, it was already 7:30 in the morning.

And Sean got up at this time, but it was as if he had slept all night, without any feeling of sleepiness.

Recalling the long talk in the chessboard space, he has some aftertastes...

The communication between the two top "chess players" is fast and smooth, full of passion and creativity.

Thoughts are constantly colliding, various proposals and ideas are proposed, rejected and deepened, and the amount of information in the conversation is extremely dense...

The night passed quickly.

Like entering deep meditation, his soul even glowed slightly during this process, gradually filling...

Sean hopes to have the opportunity to experience this somewhat strange feeling again in the future.

He was getting dressed when he heard a snap, and Moonlight flashed into the room with a smirk on his face.

"It's basic courtesy to knock on the door before entering the room." Sean stood in front of the full-length mirror, raised his shirt collar, and was sorting his tie.

Although he said reproach, there was no reproach in his tone.

"Oh, come on," Moonlight waved his hand deliberately - he came over when he heard Sean getting up, "you are both 'old and married', what's there to hide."

Sean felt the crimson ties rushing towards a burst of mixed emotions, mainly shy...

Sean, who tied his tie, glanced suspiciously at Olivia who was sitting in the chair.

Although she didn't make eye contact with Sean, she acted as calm as water and sat in the chair with a dignified face...

As if the shyness wasn't hers.

Is this concentration?

"Don't make such a joke, Olivia will be shy~www.readwn.com~ Sean said deliberately.

"Humph." Olivia Wind Chime turned her face to the deep sea outside the window, and could only see a stubborn profile face and long eyelashes.

Sean and Moonlight looked at each other and smiled, and the New Testament reporter said, "Okay, let's get down to business, you can call Ivan over."

"I'm here." On Moonlight's shoulder, a faint blue and translucent bird appeared.

He has light blue eyes like Evan.

Although it is a little blue sparrow, it has the same deep expression as Ivan.

A brooding little guy - the contrast is kind of funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Little Blue Sparrow jumped in protest, "We will be suspected of going in and out of your room so often, so I came up with this idea."

"It's good." Sean cleared his throat, "It's cute too."

The deep clown hermit obviously doesn't like the evaluation of "cute" very much.

The little blue **** bulged angrily and jumped a few times.

It seemed to be protesting, but it was cuter.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Sean tidied up his shirt collar. "For the next two to three days, we won't do anything, just focus on playing our role."

"Why is this arrangement?" Yueguang asked with his chin on his fist.

"Because when the diving port arrives in New Testament, Alicia played by Jennifer will appear in New Testament port, and the focus of the search will begin to shift to the outside," Sean said, "After two to three days, the guards in Ocean City will be on guard. will be more relaxed...

"It's good for our next move."

"Understood." Moonlight, Little Blue Sparrow, and Olivia all nodded.

"Just right," Moonlight said with a satisfied smile, "Tonight will be playing in the Hall of Ecstasy...

"You can experience the joy of playing the piano with peace of mind."