Although he thinks he has enough knowledge of life, he often feels unfamiliar with himself.
For example, why did he return here? When Fabius returned to his childhood residence in Ingolstadt, the sun hanging in the sky of Terra was gradually sinking, and the night declared its arrival as the moon rose.
He still had traces of sweat and soil left during afternoon training, which was a test that every noble boy had to withstand. Starting from being sensible, in addition to learning knowledge, it is also very important to exercise martial arts.
But now he is still a beginner, and he is not interested in it.
After class every day, he would quietly trek into a secret "laboratory" in the steep hills south of the manor. Although he was exhausted at that time and could fall to the ground at any time, he still had an incredible obsession with biological knowledge.
Compared to swords, he prefers scalpels, and compared to his submissive servants, he also prefers rats that can show the secrets of life.
But today it seems that it is not possible. His face is swollen. This is a lesson from his father's anger, because of his clumsy and unfamiliar martial arts, as the son of the Knight Commander, he should be outstanding.
It was just obvious that he disappointed his father.
So after returning to the manor, he did not eat, but came to the roof and would quietly stare at the sky, stretch his neck to look at the shining stars above, which would give him a profound and lasting sense of mission.
“If there is any chance, I can do it.”
Fabius murmured to himself, and stretched out his hand as if to hold the stars.
"I must do it...they are all fools."
Then, he woke up.
The famous Third Legion pharmacist lay quietly for a while, trying to find out what sound was disturbing his sleep.
But whatever it was, it had entered the cell without even leaving an echo.
Fabius, wearing a simple prison uniform, sat up slowly. The room was terriblely black, but it was not a spiritual bone structure. Obviously, some people knew him very well and knew that he was familiar with spiritual bones. The whole room was composed of a kind of black cold rock. Fabius, who was knowledgeable, guessed that this might be the so-called "black stone", a special material that could isolate subspace, and seemed to come from a non-living race space undead.
Fabius is an expert in biology, but he has no research on materials science and physics. He doesn't hate machinery, but he is really not proficient in it. It's okay to make some gadgets.
He is really smart to choose to imprison with this kind of thing.
Imprisoned for nearly a year in a completely lost environment, enough to drive most people crazy, but Fabius has encountered a much worse situation than this, at least not exceeding his tolerance.
He sat on his cold metal bed, as if facing the entrant, and said relaxedly:
"At least you can light a candle."
With a snap of his fingers, the Black Stone cell was filled with warm light, and the light came from two floating balls.
Fabius blinked, allowing himself to adapt to the light, and now he could see clearly the visitor.
A tall giant, with a standard Astarte body outline, a solemn and handsome face, shiny skin, black eyes, and black short and straight hair. Although the robe on her body is simple and low-key, it is woven with high-quality Ada Void Satin. It is exquisitely crafted but not ostentatious.
More importantly, his appearance, Fabius saw countless secrets from it, and a game that might allow him to show his skills was already in front of him.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly, the giant asked in a deep voice, and Fabius replied softly:
"My name is Fabius."
With a sneering smile, Soshiyang said coldly:
"Why do you prove that you are Fabius? There are many Fabius in the Milky Way, who is the real one?"
Fabius's mouth rose slightly.
“We are all.”
Soshiyang narrowed his eyes.
"How do I know if I'm talking to a clone with independent thinking, or to Fabius himself?"
"Nothing matters, each is Fabius, each has its own experience, and the real Fabius in your mouth is dead."
"What a hopeless madman, but you lied, spider... you were not dead, you hid in the net you knitted, the net of spiritual bone knowledge stolen from Ada."
"Well, from Ada..."
Fabius curled his lips very humanely.
"Soshyan Battle Commander, it seems that the gentle land of the Eldar Queen has given you some kind of belonging. Although I also appreciate their art and flesh skills, I have to say that this is a bit... too funny."
Soshyan walked aside, and suddenly Fabius was strangled by a huge force and raised it into the air, while his original bed began to melt and transform, and eventually turned into a huge chair.
The moment Soshyan sat on the chair, Fabius fell heavily and coughed hard, and a clear mark of blood appeared on his neck.
"Spider, don't be arrogant in front of me. That waste of Fogrim dare not kill you, but I dare, if death cannot scare you, then I have other means to cure you, such as the dimensional prison of the fear of the dead, which is a good place where you have endless time to think about the past."
Fabius knelt on all sides, gasped for a while, and then stood up and sat back on the ground.
"This is not psychic..."
He touched his neck, his voice hoarse, but his eyes were burning. This was not asking questions, but craving for some unknown.
"...No wonder Fogrim would be afraid of your power. What exactly is the so-called gray graft? What is the secret of the disappearing legion and the Primrose?"
"Those are easy to say, then what can you tell me?"
Fabius gently gathered the withered white hair behind his head and said slowly:
"Dear Prince Phoenix, can you please give me some food and fill my empty stomach?"
Soshiyang stared at him and nodded slightly after a moment.
"good."
In just thirty seconds, the door of the Black Stone Cage opened, and a team of Elves soldiers in armor walked in. A low table appeared in front of Fabius. Then a delicious and hearty meal appeared on the small table, steaming hot.
Chapter completed!