Chapter 820 The Story That Continues
Magnum's expression stiffened.
After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth trembled: "Aren't you being vulgar?"
"Yes," Yuri nodded calmly, "and I suddenly feel that this is not bad."
Magnum: "..."
The one who finally reacted was Semler, who was standing next to him. The gloomy and serious archbishop looked at Magnum who appeared in the hall in the form of an illusion, and nodded: "Then, you are now in a similar form to Celine. Archbishop Na's state 'surviving'?"
"I don't know," Magnum looked down at himself in confusion, and saw Selena standing next to him, "I was in a state of confusion before, and when I regained consciousness, I found that I was locked up. In a space full of shimmering light, I still don't know what happened..."
"You performed the brain-servant transformation without adequate preparation, which caused your soul to be completely extracted. I collected those fragments," Selena explained briefly, allowing Magnum to quickly grasp the current situation. Situation, "At present, like me, you have become a ghost in the network. There is no problem in recent years, but then you have to consider finding a 'mental calibration point' in the real world."
Magnum blinked, took a short time to digest the fact, and finally sighed with a rather complicated emotion: "This is indeed different from what I imagined at the beginning..."
Semler nodded and looked at Selena: "So, he has been completely disconnected from his body and can't go back?"
"It is true - this is not a simple soul separation, but also involves the fragmentation and reorganization of the soul and a 'death'. For now, there is no technology that can restore him under similar circumstances."
Magnum suddenly felt a little crisis from Semler's words, and subconsciously asked, "Archbishop Semler, why are you asking this?"
Semler looked at Magnum, and said very seriously and indifferently: "The body is useless to you, and I will arrange for someone to burn it for you later."
"Ah?! Wait a minute! Don't burn it!" Magnum was taken aback, and immediately shouted after he reacted, "What if it can be rescued?!"
"We are going to transfer the headquarters of the sect next, including all the brain servants. We have limited manpower and time. We can bring more supplies with one less body," Semler said very calmly. To the slightest joke or prank, this made Magnum's expression more distorted, "Anyway, your soul has survived alone now, and your body is no longer used. As for the rescue, didn't you hear what Archbishop Selena said just now? ? This is simply impossible to achieve with current technology..."
"It's useful! What if there is a breakthrough in technology in the future!" Magnum has a loud voice even in soul form, and almost the entire hall heard his shout, "Anyway, you have to transfer so many bodies, you guys. Is it worse for me?"
"Archbishop Semler," Wendy suddenly broke the silence and said proactively, "respect the opinion of Archbishop Magnum, we are indeed not short of this 'expense'. And considering that Archbishop Magnum has just done It is not a good choice for us to throw away his body now."
"I'm just looking at efficiency and pragmatism," Semler said with a stern face, "but what you're saying makes a lot of sense, I agree."
"Ah, Ms. Wendy, you are truly upright!" Magnum suddenly showed a very moved look, "Thank you very much for your help, but I want to correct it, my body should not be considered a corpse now, although it is not With his soul, at least he still has breathing and heartbeat..."
Obviously, no one cares about this detail,
No one responded to Magnum's words, the latter shrugged in embarrassment, and then suddenly seemed to think of something: "By the way, when I was wandering in that dimly lit space just now, I vaguely heard some voices that seemed to mention. When it's time to postulate as a saint or something... I want to ask if this is talking about me?"
Semler and Yuri didn't seem to hear it, Wendy didn't change her gaze, and Selena quietly looked a little further away, as if she had stayed out of the way from beginning to end.
Magnum blinked, looked around, shrugged awkwardly, and closed his mouth, ready to ask again in a few days.
...
Cecil Empire, hours later.
The dawn sun shone into the bedroom, bringing a ray of warmth in late winter. Gawain, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and after seeing the familiar ceiling, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that only one night should have passed in the real world, but for him, who had faced the "historical memory" of the upper-level narrator, it seemed that he had just broken away from the history of thousands of years, a kind of separation of time and even era. The feeling lingered in his mind, and it took him quite a while to recover slowly - he should have woken up earlier, but he has fallen asleep to sort out his memory and mental state.
This kind of separation may cause even worse results for ordinary people, and may even cause irreversible psychological trauma, but fortunately, all this is not a problem for Gawain - he is already familiar with the experience of being immersed in the long river of time, Once in a while, it feels like coming home.
After the information storm in his mind gradually subsided and all kinds of memories were sorted and returned to their original positions, Gawain sat up from the bed and looked around the room.
Amber has not left all night, and is sitting on a nearby easy chair at the moment, has fallen into a deep sleep, drooling from the awkward sleeping position.
Tyre was still tangled in the corner, but her tail was twisted and tangled. Half of her upper body was entangled in the tail. The sleeping position...it was hard to describe in words.
Gawain couldn't even figure out how Tyr's tail tip came out of that big lump...
It was probably true that her six senses were sharp. Amber woke up soon after Gawain woke up. She suddenly opened her amber eyes, first glanced at Gawain who was sitting on the bed with a confused look, and then quickly wiped it off. Wiping the saliva beside his cheeks, he stood up all of a sudden: "Ah, are you back? Is the situation resolved over there?"
"It's solved," Gawain stood on the ground, took a deep breath in the face of the increasingly bright morning sun, and then slowly exhaled as if to expel all the gloom and gloom out of his body, "No gods will come to this world, after today, all People can still sleep peacefully."
Amber looked at Gao Wen with wide eyes, and then suddenly laughed: "Oh, I'll just say, you can definitely handle it."
Gao Wen nodded: "You need to inform others, there are still many things that need to be dealt with in the future."
Then he glanced at Tyre in the corner again: "In addition, I have to find a way to wake her up - I have to inform the sirens in the depths of the sea, don't wait any longer."
"You can think of a way, I'll notify Heidi and Carmel!" Amber ran to the door without saying a word, "They're all waiting for your news, they must have woken up early..."
Before Gawain could say anything, Amber had already run out of the door like a gust of wind, leaving him and a sleeping Kraken in the room.
Apparently Amber knew very well how difficult it was to wake Tyr from sleeping, and she would rather run all over the central city early in the morning than try to wake Tyr...
Gawain looked at the door in a daze, then turned to look at Miss Kraken, whose sleeping position seemed to be a little more abstract than before, and shook his head helplessly.
I've tried boiling water anyway, and throwing it out the window may not help. Sprinkling salt on her is like going home. It is estimated that she was slashed with a sword, and she was resurrected and returned to her room to continue sleeping...
After thinking about it, Gawain bent down and put it in Tyre's ear (assuming her hearing organ was indeed an ear), and whispered, "You're out of cookies."
Tyre woke up suddenly, his messy tail rolled on the ground, and the whole person fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, and then shouted as he fluttered: "What, who said that? I haven't... eh?"
Tyre finally woke up, twisted his upper body 180 degrees and looked at Gawain who was standing beside him, only then did he notice that morning had come, and recalled the reason why he slept here: "You... come back? How is the situation?"
"It's a pity," Gawain shook his head with a half-smile, "you've all waited in vain."
Tyre was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of Gawain's words, but the Kraken who lost the biscuits suddenly laughed and said happily, "Isn't this a good thing?"
Then she propped up her upper body, the long snake tail stretched out, and slowly arched towards the door, waving her hands while arching: "Then I will go to inform the sisters first, and I will come back early to catch up with sleep..."
Miss Siren left, and only Gawain was left in the room. The morning glow gradually became brighter, turning into bright sunlight, leaning into the room through the wide French windows. Gawain turned around and faced the giant sun. The brilliance narrowed his eyes slightly.
Cecil is at dawn, but it should be morning in the Orlandale area. If everything goes according to plan, then the transfer of the Eternal Sleeper should have begun.
Next, Cecil, a huge machine, will operate secretly, and the MIA, which has been successfully established in Typhon in the past two years, will also go offline. The three units will cooperate to transfer the most core Eternal Sleeper technicians and technical materials to Cecil before Rosetta Augustus is aware of it, with the help of the cover of the recent increase in trade orders, and after that. Continue to transfer lower-priority priests in a slower, more secretive manner for a year, until the transfer is complete or the operation is forced to terminate.
Everything has been planned. The Military Intelligence Agency led by Amber and the overseas railway organization controlled by Hetty have made all preparations for this. Next, it will be seen whether the Eternal Sleeper can make perfect cooperation.
Hope they can do well enough in the next compilation process...Selena and Megall III are smart people and they know what to do.
"A good thing..." Gao Wen squinted his eyes, looked at the bright sun shining between the sky and the earth, and whispered to himself.
Some stories are over, and some stories... but they have to continue.
...
Rosetta Augustus came to the highest spire of the Obsidian Palace. He pushed open a gate inscribed with many runes, inlaid with gems and magic metal, and walked into the magic laboratory on the top of the tower.
The laboratory is spacious and bright. The alchemy experiment table and the arcane experiment table inscribed with the magic circle are neat and clean. All kinds of esoteric and precious scrolls are placed on the large bookshelf against the wall. The golem assembled with the torso is busy sorting out some sundries, and its movements are light and silent.
Seeing Rosetta enter, the two golems immediately bowed and saluted, and then returned to work.
Rosetta looked straight into the depths of the room, where a dignified and dignified lady in a lavender robe was walking from there. She was the current president of the Typhon Royal Society of Mages and the chief of Emperor Rosetta the Great. Mage advisor, the legendary mage Ms. Windsor Maple.
This magic laboratory in the Obsidian Palace belongs to her. It is not only one of the places where she works, but also symbolizes her special treatment and status in the empire as a rare outstanding genius in recent years.
"Salute to you, my sire," said Windsor Maple, bowing before Rosetta, "what are your orders?"
Rosetta nodded. "I feel the curse's power receding, and the thing has calmed down."
The "madness" curse of the Typhon royal family is a semi-open secret, and the presidents of the Royal Mages Association of all dynasties, as the empire's best occult experts, will naturally be the direct insiders of this secret. Spellcasters are tasked with analyzing the curse and trying to find a way to deal with it, and the royal family still maintains the trust in them, although no significant results have been achieved to this day.
In private, Typhon's royals often talk directly with Windsor Maple about "The Curse of Madness".
"It subsided?" Windsor looked at Emperor Rosetta in surprise. "What just happened?"
"When I woke up in the morning I felt it was fading a little bit, and after a few hours it returned to its previous 'normal' state, no rebound, no further reduction," Rosetta detailed what she felt, in Windsor In front of Mapel, he regarded himself as an ordinary patient, which helped the legendary mage better judge the situation, "I think there must be a reason behind this change in the field of mysticism, I would like you to check it for me ."
"Of course... we can start now."