Chapter 679 Those Who Have Passed

Cyborg Thirty-six.

The room was quiet, Amber quietly looked at the line of letters depicted in the diary, and she didn't say a word for two full minutes.

But just when Gawain couldn't help but want to say something, Amber's fingers moved again. She pursed her lips and slowly turned the diary to the next page——

Surrey Randolph's story continues:

"...my mechanical watch broke, and after recording the date twice by pulse and intuition, I had to give up my quest for 'time', now I don't know what day it is, but I guess I have I stayed in this ancient fortress for at least half a month.

"During this period, only Amber was with me.

"This little guy is sleeping peacefully in her 'bed' without any noise, I've started trying to talk to her in the last few days and of course she hasn't responded, but I do it every day - it's okay to talk Maintain will and sanity, and a sleeping little girl is at least more suitable as a listener than a corner stone.

"...In such a long period of time, those shadow dwellers have appeared twice in total. To be honest, the appearance of those 'ghosts' brought me a little surprise - they are indeed very strange, and their appearance is a little scary, but at least They are some kind of 'living creatures'. I sometimes even have crazy thoughts about trying to communicate with those 'ghosts', but it's just too dangerous...

"I finally put my crazy idea into practice once, but the shadow dwellers didn't pay any attention to me. They just wandered around the room for a while and then faded away.

"In the end, only Amber stayed with me.

"...my health is deteriorating, it's inevitable. All I can find here is moss and water, and the fact that I can live on them today is a miracle - growing in the Shadowlands It's a gift in itself that the moss in it can keep people alive, isn't it?

"I was terrified and had a low-grade fever, maybe because the floor was too cold, maybe because I was too weak, and this inconspicuous little illness made me plan all my funerals almost immediately - but after planning What's the use of it? Today I cursed the king for the first time, and honor has gone away from me.

"...How long has it been outside? I've given up on recording dates, and estimating the time has become impossible for me. I can only judge by instinct, maybe I've been here for several years, the Royal Capital I'm probably already listed as a missing person there, or as a 'suspected defector' according to the rules of the Royal Shadow Guard.

"I have been reducing the number of times I keep a diary during this time,

And try to keep the letters as thin as possible and make the font smaller because I'm running out of ink and although I've watered them several times, it's still not enough. Tomorrow I will try to burn the moss to ashes, add water to see if I can make some ink, if not... If I want to write anything in the future, I am afraid I can only use my own blood.

"I made some nasty inks, the colors were a little weird, and so was the smell, but obviously they're good for writing!

"... Today something absolutely worth recording happened! Definitely worth recording!!

"Amber moved - for sure, I'm sure she moved her little hand, she was sucking her own fingers!!

"She is alive! She is indeed alive!"

After this, it was Surrey Randolph who wrote many scattered accounts in agitated emotions, including some of his survival in the Shadowhold, Amber seemed to grow impatient, and she flipped the paper. The speed increased, until it stopped before a diary page where the handwriting was slightly wobbly and the writer seemed to be extremely excited.

"...I don't know what I did, and it may have nothing to do with me, but the ancient device in the room suddenly made some noise, and there was a strange sound of water and humming from the big column, I was almost shocked Jumped to the place where Amber slept, the gods were above - what did I see?

"The crystal container was opened, and Amber was crawling out of it, using both hands and feet, and almost fell to the ground.

"To all the gods and ancients I know, I can't describe my mood at that moment in words - I slapped myself several times, banged my head against the wall next to me, then yelled and used All the methods to rule out the possibility of hallucinations, it was finally confirmed that it was all true, and Amber just sat on the ground and stared at me blankly!

"Damn, I didn't scare her, did I?

"I found myself feeding this little one with moss - what could be more frustrating, more tense and frightening than this? This poor child... how is she supposed to live in this hell?

"There was still some yellowish thin liquid left in the egg-shaped container, at least they were not poisonous. I tried to feed them to Amber, who ate some quickly, but the liquid was too little, I still Had to figure out a way to fix her eating problems.

"She doesn't drink blood.

"There was only the last bit of liquid left in the container, and I had no choice.

"I fed her the moss - I made pots out of iron-clad containers I had collected, made a fire with combustible garbage I found in the warehouse, and I boiled the moss so badly that they turned into some kind of rot Huh's soup... I even felt like I was feeding this little guy poison when I let Amber drink them.

"She ate that stuff and looked okay for a while, but not sure what's going to happen...I'm going to stay awake for a long time to prevent her from choking on vomiting...

"...Thank goodness! She's all right!"

The handwriting on this page is shaking violently. The writer's nervous and excited emotions seem to have been preserved for decades through the strokes. At this moment, the paper is overflowing. Amber stared at the gray-black handwriting, and suddenly whispered softly. Said: "No wonder I'm not tall...is that right, old zongzi?"

This was the most ridiculous self-deprecation Gawain had ever heard.

He stretched out his hand and pressed Amber's hair. When the big hand covered the top of his head, the half-elf's body shook slightly, and then she took a deep breath and continued to turn back.

"...the thought of this little guy eating all this moss with me fills me with guilt, but surviving the worst is luckier than the worst, and I think I should stop complaining, At least now I'm finally not alone...

"Amber can't speak, she can only make a weird hoarse voice that sounds like the lowest murmur of those shadow dwellers, but she obviously wants to communicate with me. I spend most of the day with her now. Speaking, although she can't make the same voice, I always feel that she can at least understand a little bit.

"Amber has learned to help me make ink! It's just pouring the ash from the moss into the water and stirring it, but I have to watch because she'll steal it...

Amber's fingertips moved slowly between the yellowed and fragile pages, turning over page by page, slowly turning the words that recorded her childhood to the end, and this diary finally came to the end.

At the end of the diary, Surrey Randolph finally finds out what's unusual about the little guy he "adopted".

"...I saw Amber talking to those shadow dwellers!

"No, strictly speaking, it shouldn't be a conversation, because Amber doesn't have a complete ability to express, but they are at least communicating - Amber is gesturing to those 'ghosts' that suddenly appear, and those 'ghosts' are actually in Respond!

"I almost subconsciously attacked the shadow dwellers, and after realizing their closeness to Amber, I couldn't be more astonished...

"...Amber has some kind of shadow talent that I don't understand, and I can finally confirm that.

"She's been chatting with the shadow dwellers more than once, and even pulled me up last time - she seems to be trying to introduce me to those terrifying 'ghosts', I'm nervous about how to react, and those 'ghosts' There was no response as usual, which made Amber angry for a while.

"I also saw her moving around the room with my own eyes, a shadowy force wrapped around her and made her run from one end of the room to the other, and even a shadow superhuman like me could hardly catch up. her speed.

"She even entered a completely sealed room, jumping through some kind of high-level shadow...

"I think I can probably guess why the ancient Gondorians put this little girl in the container... Such outstanding shadow power, this may be the 'fruit' of those ancient Gondorians?

"I'm really curious about the secrets behind Amber, what the hell those Gondorians are doing here...

"Curiosity reminded me of things in the outside world. I held Amber and talked a lot, describing the flowers and trees in the outside world and the bright colors to her. She was very confused and probably couldn't imagine those scenes at all, but she He seemed curious again, and seemed to care a lot about what I was describing.

"I felt guilty, I shouldn't have told her that... She wanted to go out, she wanted to see the outside world, although she couldn't tell, but I could feel her emotions and thoughts, but I can't help myself, I can't get out by myself!

"Amber has been very impatient these days, she started creating some shadowy vortices and fissures in the room, I told her it was very dangerous behavior, but she didn't listen - I don't know what she wanted to do, but it was It's really, really dangerous!

"...this may be the last diary I keep in the Shadowkeep.

"After being trapped for so long, after being abandoned by the gods for so long, after even giving up hope...I didn't expect this day to come—

"Amber has opened a rift to the outside world!

"Although it's still growing slowly, and it's not enough for one person to travel, it's definitely right in front of my eyes - bright sunshine and bright colors, just across the rift!

"Goodbye, this cursed place!!"

The diary ends here, and the next few pages are blank pages.

The room fell into dead silence, and after the sound of turning the pages disappeared, the silence here was like a faded oil painting.

After several minutes of unbearable silence, it was Pittman who was the first to break the silence: "...when I first saw Surrey Randolph, he lay weak in the moor, his clothes in tatters and his hair all over his head. The beards are very long, and it seems that you have lived in the wild for several years, and you were sitting next to him, wearing a rag, not crying or making noise, and it was frighteningly quiet.

"At that time, I was avoiding the tracking of some people, and I was a guy who couldn't even save his own life. After meeting you on the way to escape, my first reaction was to leave quickly and let you fend for yourself in the wilderness... …

"But just as I was about to leave, you moved suddenly and grabbed my robe—you know what? You looked four or five human years old at the time, but you were incredibly strong. You grabbed I, seem to want me to save the dying person next to you, you were not even very good at speaking at that time, you could only make some very hoarse noises, which did not sound like human beings at all.

"I was very nervous and scared. I tried my best to get rid of you, but you got up again and gave me something in a panic."

Amber finally raised his head slightly and looked at Pittman: "What?"

"It's a pile of grey-black 'moss,'" Pittman grinned and laughed, the wrinkles on his face stacking up and down, as if this thing was really funny, "It took me a while to understand what you meant. , you want to use moss as a reward, let me save the people next to you.

"I'll always remember the look on your face back then, holding a handful of moss as if you were handing me a handful of gold—

"I was amused by you, and then... I softened my heart, and I will never get rid of the two of you in my life."

Amber's eyes were filled with confusion: "I...don't remember at all."

"Of course you don't remember, your memory ability didn't stabilize until six years later, and before that, it took you four and a half years to learn to say your first word," Pittman shook his head and sighed, "because you The soul is synthetic - you are an android!"