Chapter 518 Pittman's Secret

The first snow after winter has finally arrived.

Fluttering snowflakes fell from the lead-grey sky and softly covered every inch of Cecil City. All the bell towers, roofs, city walls, and sentry towers were covered with a layer in a very short time. Pure white, in this boundless and soft snow, the boundaries between the sky and the earth, the boundaries between the city and the wilderness, the boundaries between the houses and the streets, all the boundaries become blurred.

Till squirmed cautiously to the front of the porch. She put her long tail out of the porch, and quickly poked the layer of snow under the porch with the tip of her tail, and then a trembling visible to the naked eye followed. The tip of her tail spread all over her body—Miss Siren shivered hard, and pulled her tail back into a ball: "The ice is dead! I won't go out in this ghost weather!"

However, Rebecca stood in the middle of the courtyard and turned around and waved to Tyre: "It's rare today on the tenth day of vacation, why don't you try it! Snowball fights are very fun! I like snow the most since I was a child!"

In Cecil, people have eight working days a week, and Saturdays and tenths are days off. However, due to the progress of a large number of research projects recently, Rebecca has not been on vacation for a long time. The first snow gave her a reason to take a vacation, and it also reminded her of the happy time she played in the snow when she was a child. Although she has grown up and the world has been turned upside down, snow is snow. hapiness.

Tyre, who was born in the deep sea, couldn't understand the source of Rebecca's happiness. This was the second winter she spent on land. This season of snow, freezing, and extremely inactive water elements was very difficult for her. Yan has no fun at all: "Isn't it just snowballs tossing each other - you humans have liked to throw all kinds of things since throwing stones, I can't understand this kind of love... and If you're going to have a snowball fight, at least wait for the snow to stop, so what's the snow enough for now..."

As Miss Siren said, she rolled her tail harder and tried to retract her upper body into the ball formed by the tail: "I'm sleepy, I want to go back to sleep..."

However, before she could finish her sentence, a cold snowball suddenly flew into the sky and smashed firmly on her forehead.

"Wow!!" Till's hard-to-maintain balance was instantly broken, and the coiled tail ball almost rolled back, "I'm not even going to play!"

"It's not me!" Rebecca also saw the snowball on Tyre's face, and quickly waved her hand, "The snowball is from another direction..."

Before she could finish her sentence, suddenly another snowball flew out of thin air from the corner of the courtyard, this time hitting her head firmly.

"……amber!!"

Tyre finally screamed,

Her scream also reminded Rebecca, who was still covered in a circle, and the two of them raised their heads together and looked towards the direction where the snowball was flying - there, a handful of snowballs were condensing out of thin air, and a patch of snow was printed on the snow. Sneaky footprints...

In the still fluttering first snow, a small melee started in the courtyard of the lord's mansion.

"It's nice to be young..."

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study, Gawain withdrew his gaze towards the courtyard below and sighed softly.

Pittman sat on a chair by the side of the desk. He took a sip of hot tea and raised his eyelids to look at Gawain: "Your physical age is only thirty-seven years old—still quite young."

"Thirty-seven is already an unsuitable age for snowball fights with juniors in the yard." Gawain returned to the back of the desk, sat down on his spacious seat, and picked up the teacup in front of him, "Drink in the study room. The tea is good."

Pittman smiled: "It's a pity that a sloppy old man is sitting across from you."

Gawain didn't answer, but took a slow sip of hot tea, then looked at Pittman's face that seemed to maintain a hippie smile under any circumstances, and after staring for two seconds, he said, "I heard You solved the technical problem that Kamal had - that thing is called an artificial nerve cord, right?"

"Yes, the product of the combination of Druid technology and alchemy engineering is something that most people can't think of."

"Ordinary druids can't think of that kind of thing," Gawain said calmly, "that is the technology of the eternal sleeper, strictly speaking, it was created by the fallen druids of the eternal death, and then passed it on to the eternal sleep. , and then the neural connection technology improved by the biochemical engineers of the Eternal Sleeper."

Pittman's expression finally became a little stunned, and then he shook his head, with a helpless smile on his face: "I thought you didn't know this - since you know, why didn't you tell Carmel? Just to let me Say it?"

"No, I don't like to test or investigate my subordinates in this way. The current situation is just an accident for me," Gawain said calmly, "The reason why I didn't tell Carmel is because of this The technology is inhumane, and it has huge hidden dangers: implanting an artificial nerve cord can drastically alter the recipient's personality and even risk a mental breakdown."

"...It's true, the artificial nerve cord is a very uncontrollable thing," Pittman nodded, "It seems that you do know a lot of secrets about the eternal sleeper and the death of all things...I'm very curious, you are in contact with After their knowledge, what do you think of them?"

"They have very advanced technology in a specific field, and they seem to have a certain sense of mission. I even suspect that they think they are saving the world - this is seen from some of their big plans. But neither can Changing the fact that their methods are sinful will not prove their goals are correct." Gawain put the teacup on the table and said unhurriedly, "If the direction is wrong, the more knowledge you have, the more reactionary you will become; if the method is wrong, work hard The more the more sinful."

Pittman's eyes changed at that moment. Gawain couldn't tell the specific reason and content of the change, but at this moment, he really felt that Pittman's disguised hippie smile and cynicism were short-lived. After subsiding, a heavy and lonely aura appeared on this little old man—but it was only for a brief moment.

"You are right, the direction and the means..." Pittman smiled, full of self-deprecation, "There is indeed such a thing as talent, and some people are born who can easily do things that others can't - you It's so simple to point out the key, but it took me most of my life to understand the meaning of your two sentences."

"These words are not created by me, they are the wisdom of predecessors, I just borrowed and transformed," Gawain said, with a serious expression on his face, "Pitman, it's time to be honest."

Pittman met Gawain's gaze, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke in a low voice: "I am the withered priest who perishes all things. I used to be."

Sure enough.

Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was not once or twice that he had doubts in this regard, but Pittman did not take the initiative to ask, and today, with the opportunity of "artificial nerve cord technology", he His suspicions were finally confirmed.

However, before he spoke, Pittman had something to say: "At the same time, I am also the nightmare teacher of the Eternal Sleeper - I used to be."

A believer of the Society for the End of All Things and a member of the Eternal Sleeper? !

This was completely beyond Gawain's expectations. He looked at the wrinkled little old man in front of him in astonishment: "You joined two sects at the same time?!"

"Everything that joins first perishes," Pittman shook his head, "that was when I was very young—to be honest, I really wanted to be an orthodox druid at first, and I really was a forest. Heart School, but things like fate are so unreasonable... There was a famine in the town, which was caused by magical erosion, and the regular Druid spells had no effect at all. Even my mentor ran away later, and everyone There was no way, until an outside druid solved the problem, so I followed the new druid and became his apprentice - I later learned that he is the forest shepherd of the end of all things."

"And then you joined the Doomsday Association?" Gawain looked into Pittman's eyes, unable to hide his curiosity, "Then how did you join the Eternal Sleeper?"

"I originally thought that the technology of the Society for the End of All Things could heal the land, solve famines, and allow me to learn real knowledge, but then I found out that they were all just a bunch of lunatics, so I took advantage of a communication opportunity to join Eternal Sleep. The person-in the memory think tank of the eternal sleeper, there is the richest knowledge in the world, although I am not good at dream spells, but I am very interested in their other knowledge..."

"Then you found out that they were another group of lunatics," Gawain knew that Pittman's experience when he was young could never be so simple, but obviously the other party didn't want to go into such detail, so he skipped the topic, "You Freed from the Eternal Sleeper? And then?"

Pittman spread his hands: "And then? Then I met a crappy thief, and followed him to adopt a half-elf who was chattering and had no respect for the elderly."

Gao Wen was dumbfounded, and then smiled: "I thought you were going to join Son of the Storm, after all, you have joined two of the three sects."

Son of the Storm...

Pittman's face showed a look of memory for a moment, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "I really looked for them, but I couldn't learn to swim, I was seasick, and more importantly, I couldn't eat sashimi, so I didn't. go for it."

Gao Wen: "..."

This old Druid, who looked indecent, was abducted, was a skinny, and was not respectable, once had a magnificent life.

Although Gawain was indeed a little interested in Pittman's unknown and turbulent life, looking at the other side, this little old man was obviously trying to avoid that period of life, so he just nodded: "You have left them now. ."

"It's been many years," Pittman said calmly. "To be honest, I almost forgot that I was one of them. I was taken aback by the transformation man who exploded on the dock. I thought they finally I came to the door - it turns out that you, a historical figure who came out of a legend, can attract their attention more than a small person like me who defected in the middle."

"I'm curious about one thing, are you really just a third-level low-level druid?" Gao Wen looked at Pittman, "Your truth..."

Pittman smiled indifferently: "There is a price to pay for defecting twice - now I am indeed only a third-level low-level druid."

"...So it is." Gawain accepted the other party's statement, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, there were more and more enthusiastic laughter in the courtyard.

He asked, "Does Amber know about your past?"

"She doesn't know, and I don't want her to know," Pittman shook his head. "It's not a glorious experience to join the dark sect twice. Although I don't think I've done anything wrong, I still want to put myself in this position. Duan has been isolated from Amber's life - her life should have nothing to do with these darkness, she should be carefree, have no worries, don't live in fear, and get good training and education..."

"Let's put it this way, she makes sliding door lock picking a common practice, and even digs into other people's ancestral graves to pick the coffin board. I think you and her adoptive father may not have educated her very well..."

Pittman thought for a while: "...you have some truth in what you said."