Chapter 930 The Fading Light

"Making trouble? Don't talk nonsense. I'm just reminiscing about the past with an old friend who has lived alone for a long time."

Russell tilted his head, lit the cigar, and suddenly asked: "Huaishi, when were you the happiest before?"

Huai Shi answered directly without thinking: "It's time to make money!"

"Ha, it's really simple."

Russell was amused, "What about this? It's not just a short-term peace that makes the panic temporarily go away, but a time when you feel attached to it from the bottom of your heart and can't bear to let it go... When is it?"

Huai Shi thought for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at the instrument solidified in amber on his wrist.

"Probably when I'm playing the cello."

He sighed, "When I first learned to play the piano, I didn't understand anything, but I just instinctively liked it.

In the sound of the piano, all listeners can be satisfied and feel happy, and I have not lost anything... Even after becoming a sublimator, I can enjoy unbridledly, but nothing can compare with this feeling. "

"But you didn't have a good life in the past."

"That's right." Huai Shi nodded.

"No matter how difficult life is, there will always be light, right?"

Russell smiled and stared at the setting sun in the distance, "Everyone has it, and so does Sharma."

"..."

Huai Shi squinted, looking at his happy smile as if he was looking at the beautiful past, and felt that this old man was really sick: "You were obviously trying to make trouble for others just now, okay?

Before leaving, he even used his old enemy Ying Fangzhou to shame him in the face. No matter how you look at it, this is revenge! "

"This is not a contradiction, Huaishi."

Russell turned back with a happy expression: "It should be said that this is the most amazing place - the happiest time of Sharma's life was actually spent with the person he hated the most."

"What?"

Huai Shi was stunned.

"If there is anyone in this world who can truly understand Ying Fangzhou, there is no doubt that it should be him, right?"

Russell turned back, stared at the stone ball that was gradually disappearing behind him, and murmured softly: "After all, except Ying Fangzhou, no one can drag him out of his shell..."

In a nutshell, they are mortal enemies, right?

Scholars who are so self-enclosed that they cannot listen to any advice, and sublimators who are so proud and rigid that they cannot listen to any suggestions.

Sharma, a scholar from Tianzhu, and Ying Fangzhou, a sublime person from Eastern Xia, are completely opposite in terms of their strengths and weaknesses and have never been teammates on the same channel.

As early as the first moment they met, they had already decided that the other person was someone they absolutely couldn't get along with. Regardless of reason or instinct, they unanimously blocked each other.

If possible, don't want to be in the same room with the other person for even one second.

In fact, both sides have never concealed their rejection and disgust for each other, but this does not prevent the two from working closely together without any gaps when exploring the abyss.

What overrides personal likes and dislikes are tasks and work, and what is hidden under the disputes is ‘recognition’ that even they themselves will not admit.

If you want to realize your own value and fulfill your ideals, then you must have the existence of the other party!

No one else can achieve the results that the other party can bring.

Such an efficient and awkward combination would not be an exaggeration if we call it mutual utilization. They are not acquaintances who are brothers and sisters, but collaborators who try their best to be patient and restrained.

But besides that, there must be something else.

If the other party is no longer there.

It will definitely be lonely...

When Russell left and returned to the silent stone ball, all isolation measures prepared for outsiders disappeared.

But the stone statue remained in place, silent.

Until a phantom that didn't belong here appeared, and he sighed helplessly: "It seems that the time to visit is not the right time. This will cause a collision with that bastard Russell."

Woodman from the Golden Dawn shook his head, as if with pity: "You haven't given up on your dream of rebuilding the Kingdom of Heaven yet. As expected of you, Russell..."

With that said, he turned back and asked: "Since you have rejected him, what are your thoughts on our proposal?"

"I wouldn't even consider it."

The stone statue remained motionless, "I told you, I'm not interested, you should leave."

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you this time."

Woodman smiled back and didn't bother. He just raised the brim of his hat and said goodbye politely. But before leaving, his footsteps paused.

Silent sigh.

"Sharma, I know how much you hate the outside world and the people who keep letting you down... But no matter how prosperous and lasting the world inside is, it has no value or meaning.

"You should make a choice."

He said, "Choose not between the remnants of the Republic and the rebellion of the Golden Dawn, but between the inside and the outside - between the puppets who will never let you down and the others who will hurt you."

"Woodman, I already have a choice."

The creator in the ecological bottle opened the door to leave and told him bluntly: "The world inside is very good, please don't bother me again."

"If that's the case, why do you still want to see Russell and me?"

Woodman turned back, glanced at him one last time, and asked softly: "Is there really no regrets in the world inside?"

The stone statue didn't answer.

And Woodman's phantom has disappeared silently, just like a ghost evaporating in the sun, disappearing without a trace.

In the long silence, the huge ecological bottle closed again.

Everything is back in order.

Countless laws operate within it, following the will of the Creator, slowly making up for the damage and hidden dangers caused by outsiders, re-adjusting the movement of wind, rain and tides, and once again revising the established history of the future.

In this way, it extends from the present to the future, until it is guaranteed to be thousands or tens of thousands of years later, never-endingly moving closer to the non-existent eternity.

There are no surprises or unreasonable abnormalities.

Perfect and harmonious.

From beginning to end, Sharma made no other moves.

A breeze blew from the distance, rolling up the business card Russell left on the table, and landed in front of him, along with the invitation of the Golden Dawn.

There is no need for any movement, just a thought from Sharma, and the two pieces of paper without any strangeness will start to decompose from matter, iterating from pulp to elements and dust, without leaving any trace.

But for a long time, there was no change in the two pieces of paper.

——Will there be any regrets in the world inside, Sharma?

"I have no idea……"

Sharma replied softly.

"But it makes me sad that he died so contentedly."

That disgusting face appeared in front of him, with a fearless smile that was no different from the past, making the creator close his eyes sadly.

Because I gained nothing...

The next day, after a night of sailing, Huaishi and the others had landed and arrived at the Hawaiian Islands, a Roman colony in the vast Pacific.

The largest children's playground in the Pacific.

In the past history, due to the political competition and power tug-of-war between Rome and the Americas, Hawaii became a place with a rather peculiar painting style.

Due to its loose legal system, it has become the world's largest offshore company registration place, and its tax payments are even more relaxed to attract more funds.

At the same time, while vigorously developing tourism, the education industry is also quite prosperous. The Ivy League has opened various training facilities here, treating it as a training pilot for its sublimators. With 'genius children's education' as a selling point, relying on local legal conditions, it has launched 'mathematics' and 'physics' without age restrictions. ', 'Logic' training classes to recruit capable new blood.

There are even 'driving' and 'shooting' courses on cars, speedboats, and helicopters for ordinary people, as well as 'extreme sports' subjects such as skydiving, skiing, and wingsuit flying.

No age limit, no limit on target audience, pay the money on the same day, start learning on the same day, tutoring and training are included, and you can graduate in the fastest ten days. As long as you have money, even an eight-year-old child can learn amazing skills after coming here for a few months of training.

Unfortunately, Huaishi and the others did not come here to inspect their colleagues.

After renting a car with their own licenses, they slowly headed towards Honolulu.

On the way, Russell kept turning his cell phone in his hand, as if waiting for a call.

Huai Shi looked at him and shook his head: "I haven't contacted you until now. It seems that he really doesn't want to talk to you anymore."

"Yeah, it's really sad to say goodbye to an old friend."

Russell sighed and stared sadly out the window, as lonely as snow.

"hehe."

Huai Shi sneered, stepped on the accelerator, and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The address Russell gave was in front of an ordinary house in a residential area on the outskirts of Honolulu.

Under the afternoon sun, you can see a dog lying lazily in the shadow under the eaves behind the fence, leaning on his rice bowl and sticking out his tongue.

"What is this place?"

Huai Shi looked at it carefully for a long time, but couldn't see anything strange. He just felt that he was worthy of being a senior expert, hiding in the city, and there was no abnormality at all.

"It's just an ordinary house, don't think too much about it."

Russell looked at him strangely, as if he knew what he was thinking about.

"Who are you looking for this time?" Huai Shi asked.

"After so many years, I'm afraid we can't find anyone - we're just trying to find someone." Russell raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

For a long time, no one in the room responded.

"It seems there is no one left, Huaishi."

Russell sighed: "Let's go."

But in a car that slowly stopped not far from the roadside, behind the rolled-down window, a middle-aged man with a beard poked his head out and looked curiously, carefully distinguishing the appearance of the two people.

"Is this Mr. Russell?"

The returning homeowner got out of the car and asked with some uncertainty.

Russell was startled when he heard this, and he and Huai Shi looked at each other.

In the current situation, thanks to the Astronomical Society's sophisticated and careful cognitive operations, the gap between common sense and non-common sense is extremely stable.

In order to protect the greatest degree of stability and social order, the Astronomical Society formed a complex mechanism by intervening in the Silver Sea.

All knowledge and phenomena related to sublimated people and outside the present state are subject to cognitive blockade. Unless there is work access for sublimated people, alchemists or related units, even if you occasionally see some strange things, you will be blocked. Just treat it as something you are accustomed to and put it behind you.

Even if he has a great reputation across the border, to ordinary people, Russell may just be the president of an unpopular university and is not worth caring about at all. As for Huai Shi...who is it?

The runner-up in the youth category of the 9th Muse Cup in Xinhai City?

At this time, it is particularly strange that there is an ordinary person on this island in the Pacific who can shout out Russell's name.

Russell looked at him for a moment, and after confirming that he had never seen him before, he asked doubtfully:

"you know me?"