Faced with Soshiyang's cynicism, Wanbian Jisi's tone remained unhurried and robotic.
"Faith is never a derogatory term, superstition is."
"Is this necessary?"
“Given the current poverty of thought in human society, if you don’t occupy the field of faith, something else will occupy it.”
After listening, Soshiyang was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.
Wan Bian Ji Si immediately said:
"Then it's decided. Is there anything else that needs to be modified?"
"You know my decision before I even speak?"
"The look in your eyes and the subtle expressions on your face have revealed your decision. Human politicians are always used to packaging their true thoughts in irrelevant statements and excuses, so it doesn't matter even if you don't say it.
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Soshiyang narrowed his eyes and then smiled.
"I suddenly understand why the Emperor wants to ban you artificial intelligences. Sometimes you are really annoying."
"If thinking this way makes you less embarrassed, I can chalk it up to one reason."
Soshyan waved his hand gently when he heard this.
"Go down."
Wan Bian Ji Hui took two steps back, entered a circle of light, and then disappeared directly on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, the entire bridge became deathly silent. Soshiyang leaned back on the backrest of the throne. The cold touch could stimulate his skin through his robe. I don't know why, but the more he had, the more he felt.
The more I like to be alone.
When he closed his eyes, many memories sunk deep in the sea of memory began to emerge, battles, faces, sentences...
Suddenly, he heard some slight vibration in the air, then opened his eyes and raised his hand slightly.
Mu Hu, who was like a small golden ball, landed briskly in his palm.
"Muhu."
"Owner..."
Mu Hu's childish voice seemed timid. It was hard to believe that it was also an artificial intelligence but had such completely real feelings.
"I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
Soshyan smiled slightly.
"No, Mu Hu, I want to ask you a question."
"what?"
"In your eyes, do I look like Xerxes?"
"Sometimes it's a lot like...like now."
Soshiyang blinked and was about to open his mouth to ask the question "If one day you were asked to choose between me and Xerxes, who would you choose?", but he immediately swallowed it back because he knew it was meaningless.
He was simply trying to embarrass Mu Hu.
Because he himself doesn’t know how to answer, so don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you.
"Mu Hu, help me get that thing."
"Um!"
After a while, Mu Hu used a metal tentacle to hang the delicate small porcelain cup and placed it in Soshyan's hand.
"Mu Hu, please make a design plan for the things I just gave you as soon as possible. I may need to use them in the near future."
"Okay, I'll get it right away!"
After Mu Hu flew away, Suoshiyang looked at the glistening porcelain cup in his hand. At this moment, he had accumulated too many questions in his heart. For some reason, he really missed the cup of tea from the Bewitcher.
Sighing softly, Soshiyang gently rubbed the cup wall with his fingers, tilted his body slightly to one side, closed his eyes and began to think about the next series of plans.
But he had never really felt tired, and he fell asleep unknowingly while deep in thought...
"Um?"
Soshyan blinked. He was just thinking about how to optimize the recruitment process, but suddenly he found himself standing on a high ground shrouded in a violent storm.
Suddenly, a blue lightning lit up the sky, and Sosh's eyes widened in horror.
Right in front of him, there should have been an old church called Thunder Stone, but now there is only a charred ruin with crumbled wall columns, charred beams, murals and silk curtains soaked in
In the rain, it looked like a charred corpse. Soshyan could almost imagine how the flames and smoke swallowed up the small church.
He took a step towards the ruins blankly, and the next moment another bolt of lightning flashed across, and Soshyan's body froze instantly.
In that brief breath, he wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he vaguely saw a circle of people standing around him, hundreds of them in neat lines surrounding the high ground. They were all towering giants.
He remained motionless in the pouring rain, letting the rain hit the black, red and black armor.
It was pure black power armor, and the Sky Eagle mark on the chest looked like it was made of bones.
No, perhaps what is hanging on the pitch-black armor is the real white bones, and those hints of red are not the real color, but burning and lightless flames, entrenched on the bodies and torsos of the warriors, as if they suddenly appeared in the middle of the night.
It appeared like a ghost, like a vision emerging from the mist-shrouded night.
But Soshyan noticed the scars on the power armor. They were so old, as if they had traveled from the other side of time.
There are also the skull helmets that symbolize death, and there seems to be a faint flame burning in the eye sockets of their skulls, as if they are watching him...
That stern gaze made him shudder.
However, as the lightning faded, they disappeared without a trace.
Soshiyang turned around warily and looked around. There was only ink-like darkness in the violent storm. He was not sure if there was really a large circle of people surrounding this place.
At this time, he heard a sound of hope, as if his feet crushed something, so he turned around suddenly——
"The Confused?"
I saw that the Thunder Stone Church, which had been completely in ruins, had recovered to a small extent at this time. In the weak candlelight, a deceiver wearing a white priest's robe and a golden mask walked out from behind the broken pulpit.
When he reached the ruins, he bent down and picked up something.
Soshyan looked at the object and found that it was an old bronze clock that was even cracked on the surface. The hands on it were stuck at the last moment before zero o'clock.
The Bewitcher gently brushed away the ashes stained on it with his hand, and seemed to let out a faint sigh from behind the mask.
"Confused, are you okay? What happened here..."
Soshiyang walked towards the Bewitcher, but when he stepped past the charred remains of Thunder Stone's doorframe, he suddenly discovered something.
"This is?"
Soshyan looked at the ground, then squatted down and stretched out his hand.
It was a footprint, which seemed to be only the size of an adult male. The reason why it attracted Soshyan's attention was because the footprint was surrounded by a circle of black scorch marks, and the footprint was half a finger deep into the stone floor!
In his mind, a man covered in black flames appeared, striding into the burning Thunderstone Church——
Soshiyang raised his head following the direction of the footprints and found that the confused man was looking at him.
"The Confused...who has been here?"
When Soshyan stood up, the confused man just nodded slightly.
"You came."
In the heavy rain, the two looked at each other quietly, letting the rain wash away their bodies.
After a long time, Suoshiyang lowered his gaze and said quietly:
"Confused, have you been lying to me all this time?"
The confused man tilted his head slightly and replied:
"Soshyan, under what circumstances do you usually lie?"
Soshiyang pursed his lips and said helplessly:
"When telling the truth can have unpredictable consequences..."
"Then I promise that at least until now, nothing I tell you is a lie."
"I have seen mortals."
"Well, I know, I've also met mortals."
"I also met Master Ananda and listened to him tell the story of that man, a man who sought true wisdom but could not find it."
The confused person didn't show that much surprise, he just silently held the clock and turned around.
"The Bewitcher, that demon...what is it? Is it still there?"
The confused man stopped and raised his head slightly. After a moment, he turned around.
"The wisdom of the Awakened One is profound and immeasurable. Its gate of wisdom is difficult to understand and difficult to enter, and cannot be understood by all voice-hearers... Come on, you don't feel comfortable standing here all the time."
With that said, he turned around and continued walking towards the lecture platform, and finally carefully placed the damaged clock on the platform.