"What does six point five mean?"
"..."
"..."
Madeline and Xia Yibing opened their lips slightly, feeling that what was happening before their eyes was more or less a bit outrageous.
But the result was good. In the end, Hitzfeld and Alessia reached a consensus - if it provided five more pieces of information of this level, they would definitely set it free.
Five, and it is conditional: it cannot say it on its own initiative, it has to need it, ask, and it can answer, then it can be counted as one.
Alessia murmured in the test tube. She felt that the conditions were still too harsh. As long as these women deliberately didn't ask, wouldn't she still not be able to get out?
"So now we're the first one." Hitzfeld continued to fool it, "You can increase the progress bar of freedom by 20% in one go? That's freedom... Don't you want to get out earlier?"
"I say!" Alessia decided to endure it.
Madeline and Xia Yibing both looked at the girl with admiration.
As a Shadow Lion agent, I have never seen such a method of forcing a confession.
"I said before that I ate the blood river and became the master of the blood river at that time." Alessia said, "I should have thought of it earlier. The master of the blood river... Is there any master better than becoming the blood river itself?"
"You got the memory of the Blood River?" Hitzfeld asked, "Does it mention Latadia?"
"That's right!" The little water man nodded, "The Latadians are prehistoric monsters!"
"?"
Xia Yibing was stunned and her face gradually turned dark.
"Prehistoric monster...what do you mean?" Hitzfeld motioned her to calm down and continued asking.
"The memory of the Blood River is very ancient." Alessia was silent for a while before speaking again.
"Very old... so old that it's beyond memory... When I call upon those memories, I can't even tell when they happened, it's that old."
"I saw war... countless shadows on the earth and in the sky... all kinds of monsters, and people, but the people were riding on the monsters. It was very strange..."
"I saw them fighting the enemy... It was another group of monsters... They... Oh... I dare not describe their appearance. I have a feeling that if I do this, something will notice me..."
Evil God?
Madeline hadn't reacted yet, but the other two were shocked.
Only gods can attract people's attention just by describing it, right?
Yes... this damn place is no longer Namiia, this is a world controlled by the evil god, and there is no thick gray fog blocking it.
"I... Anyway, Blood River calls those weirdos Latadians." Alessia said, "They can turn into monsters, and even merge with some monsters... Those things are really scary... I'm not talking about the second batch of monsters, but Latadians... Because they were supposed to be
They can’t win, and are about to be defeated...but they can actually actively merge the monsters on the opposite side...I don’t understand...and I don’t want to understand..."
"So they won?"
"Won? No! There were no winners in that war! We all lost! We lost miserably!"
Through its incoherent description, the three of them finally understood the general situation - those weirdos called Latadia by Blood River, when they were about to lose the war, they took the initiative to merge with the monsters on the opposite side, eliminating the hidden danger in a way that was close to mutual destruction.
"No... they were not destroyed..." The little water man trembled again, "I... can't remember... they were not destroyed... no... it's just that our consciousness has been polluted by them... they are purifying themselves... they will come back one day..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
I don’t know why, but even though it was nonsense, the three of them felt a chill down their spines after hearing it.
"And then?" Hitzfeld tried to answer. "What happened next?"
"I do not know."
"How could you not know?" Xia Yibing couldn't stand it anymore. She walked up to grab the test tube and shook it a few times. "I'm a Latadian! I'm standing right in front of you. Am I a monster? What happened next?"
"I really don't know." The little water man just shook his head. "To be honest, I think Blood River was originally a Latadian... because that memory is from the first-person perspective, as if it had experienced it personally... It should have been in the Latadian camp at the time, and rushed with them.
Front, death... maybe a piece of it fell into the river, letting this memory blend in."
Xia Yibing was stunned and looked at the other two people with her eyes slightly widened.
"Don't you think this statement sounds familiar?"
"It sounds very familiar..."
Hitzfeld sat back slowly, his eyes dull.
Fusion...
newborn……
They all thought of the local myth that Xia Yibing had described not long ago.
Church of Our Lady of Redemption.
Also, the blood of salvation.
Chapter 90: Sea Monster
While Hitzfeld and others were discussing and waiting to dock, in Namiia, in another world, the Pierre was moving forward with difficulty under the control of Tenet.
This is not something that can be called that, because Turney has basically overcome his fear and achieved a breakthrough from 0 to 1. He should be able to drive the boat for at least 6 hours a day, but it didn't take long for such days to go on before he relaxed and wanted to reduce his working hours a little more.
Ethan and the others were not surprised by this - it would be surprising if he really cheered up because of those words, but at least hope was focused on this guy, and they had no other choice but to whip him and force him to drive the boat.
In the afternoon, lightning and thunder roared on the turbulent sea. The violent sea breeze even blew away the gray fog, exposing most of the sky. The majestic, downpour-like rain connected the sky and the sea, and waves dozens of meters high rushed into the sky, like a doomsday scroll.
Because it was hiding in deeper waters, the Pierre did not have to face wind and waves, but undercurrents still swept through the sea from time to time. Teny always felt powerless when maneuvering it, and he got tired after a while.
"I want to rest." He said hesitantly.
"No." Ethan was supervising him right beside him, so he didn't dare to give him this privilege: "You've only started for 3 minutes today, and you're already done after 3 minutes?"
He didn't say it explicitly, but everyone could hear the meaning. Turney's fair face flushed instantly, and everyone playing cards in the restaurant suddenly felt a push on their backs - the submarine accelerated for a while.
Then he got scared... He really started to feel powerless, his speed dropped significantly, and he couldn't even maintain the normal speed.
"Your Highness did a good job." Ethan felt a headache and tried to persuade him tactfully: "But neither sea voyages nor meditation practice rely on momentum. This is more like long-distance running... Have you ever run a long distance before?"
"Huh... never... huh huh..." Tenney slumped in the chair, pressing the Apis Rubik's Cube with one hand, breathing heavily with his head hung.
"That means you don't have enough exercise." Ethan raised his eyebrows. "It's okay. I can teach you... Long-distance running is different from short-distance running. Compared with the latter, which requires holding your breath, long-distance running requires more physical planning and controlling your breathing rhythm."
"Breathing... humming... rhythm?"
"Your breathing rhythm should not be disrupted. This is also a way to maintain your physical strength. If you can stick to it, you can really work for 6 hours a day. Yes... Don't think about anything else, just breathe and stare at the darkness."
Teni hesitated for a moment and did not dare to say that the main reason for his exaggerated mental exhaustion was that he was afraid of the dark.
He is also a Saran, and he also grew up hearing legends about evil spirits. However, because he has almost never left Wayne Port, and Wayne Port has a mechanical sun to suppress the eternal night, he has no chance to fear the darkness of the eternal night.
But now it was different. While sailing, he had to stare at the deep sea every moment. The pitch-black darkness was more terrifying to him than seeing a real monster. Because at least after seeing the monster, he knew what he was facing. But the dark environment could only induce him to imagine constantly. Sometimes he felt that there was nothing inside, and sometimes he felt that it was full of monsters.
Although he didn't say he was scared, he did describe what he saw. Ethan could guess that he was under great mental pressure, so he had to stay here and talk to him.
This is a must, and it is not as simple as just supervising work.
Shadow Lions also attach great importance to mental state. In fact, due to the nature of their work, they are the group that attaches the most importance to mental state. It is not difficult to see that Teni is under mental pressure. The trouble is how to help him relieve it.
There is a dream weaver on the ship, but Teny has to drive the boat, or at least he has to hold on while he drives, so this is the only way.
"Mr. Doyle..." After a while, Teni felt that he had recovered his breath. He increased his speed a little and asked, "Are we really going to Elsa Continent..."
"That's right." Ethan interrupted him, "I know what you want to ask. Even if we are not here for Hitzfeld and the others, we have to go there. This is the mission assigned to us by His Majesty."
It was no secret that Teni had feelings for the current king. The main reason was that his mind was too easy to guess. There were experienced agents everywhere on the ship, and they could easily figure out his mentality with just a tap.
"..." So Teni hesitated again. Ethan mentioned Alwin, which made him feel that Alwin had been waiting for him and watching him.
This feeling seemed to give him some strength, and he persevered for a while. Then his consciousness gradually began to fade, and he felt that deep terror attacking him again.
If Hitzfeld were here she would have recognized it as claustrophobia-thalassophobia.
Most people actually have this kind of phobia, but the symptoms vary in severity. She herself has been driving a ship in this position for so long and knows that if her spirit had not been tempered by the whispers of the void for many years and was tough enough, she would not be able to bear to stare at the darkness.
So to be fair, it's pretty good that Turney has been able to hold on for so long.
Humans have a natural fear of the deep sea, but that is different from the fear of darkness. It is 90% fear and 10% yearning. The process of fear fermentation is to amplify this ratio. Some people think that it is okay when the yearning grows to 50-50 with the fear, but they don’t know that this is the most dangerous time.
Just like standing on a tall building and overlooking the ground, fear can save your life, but if you feel the urge to jump down overwhelms the fear, death is not far away.
Tenney hasn't reached that point yet, all thanks to Ethan, who's always by his side chatting with him, no matter what his state is, and always tries to create topics even if there are none.
"What do you like to play?"
"Ah... that is, dice and things like that, and a football..."
"It's gambling."
"Well... that's about right... sometimes I'll take a gamble..."
“What’s the winning rate?”
"Hey, I've won a lot over the years, almost 200,000 Sera!"
"That's impressive. What did you do with the money?"
“Some of it was used to buy things to play with, but most of it was donated.”
"Donate it?"
"Right... I'm not short of money anyway. When I was a prince, I had to rely on the slush fund because my father wouldn't give me so much money for no reason... But now I have my own jurisdiction and I have an income, so I don't need that money anymore."
“Do you always donate money?”
"I don't remember, I usually donate the money I win, about once a week."
“Who should I donate to?”
"Those welfare institutions - in fact, this was Berentan's wish. He always said that only orphans were the most trustworthy, and that he would recruit orphans from welfare institutions to form his personal guards."
"So you have done a lot of good things..."
"And Vona!" It was Teni's turn to interrupt him. "Vona likes food... I set aside a portion of the money and deposited it in a gold bank. I used the interest to set up a food research club, and they created a lot of new dishes."
"Naris's preferences are too rough... He has too much self-esteem. If I donate money directly, he will definitely scold me. So I have been looking for people to secretly purchase winter clothes and other things in other cities. I think he didn't find out."
"As for Gaunt, he rarely reveals what he likes, but I know that he likes swords and those models... I donated money to the candy store and asked them to launch a sword-shaped candy. They were not happy at first, saying that children might die if they accidentally ingested it... It took me a long time to convince them, and they were willing to make it into soft candy..."
It was as if he had opened up the conversation, and Tenney started mumbling to himself without Ethan's further guidance.
His attention was mostly immersed in these examples and memories. His hands were still steering the boat, but he was no longer afraid of the darkness of the deep sea.
“…” Ethan was stunned, a little shocked.
Turney has another major sponsorship that he hasn't mentioned. Although he himself has no interest in elegant opera, he has always secretly helped some theater troupes in difficulty.
If you think about it, you can tell who this is for - who else among the people he cares about likes to watch opera?
He is not a waste.
Ethan thought so.
Of course - maybe he is indeed a waste. Because he is timid and indecisive, he is far from qualified to be a prince or a prince.
But, what can I say about him?
Most of the people he mentioned now are dead.
That was his brother, his sister. The words he said could be false, the expression on his face could be false, but what he insisted on doing could not be false.
At least he cares about these people and he always remembers them.
Ethan felt that it was a bit too much to call such a person trash.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness," he said suddenly, "I also made the mistake of empiricism."
"Huh?" Teni was stunned.
"You've actually been missing it a lot." Ethan whispered, "You miss the old days, when the princes were in Wayne."
"I'm always thinking about them." Teni pursed his lips, "I didn't feel anything when they were around, some people are like this... You won't discover those things until they're gone, the things you've always ignored."
"Of course I'm not... excusing them." He was afraid that Ethan would misunderstand him, so he quickly added, "They did something wrong, so they must be punished... I just can't accept it. I always feel that everyone has grown up and has suddenly become different from what I remember. They all have their own pursuits and ideals. No matter whether they are good or bad, they will fight for them even if they have to sell out everything and give up everything."
"But I'm the only one who doesn't have these things... I've always been immersed in memories of the past, thinking about this and that..."
