He had always been interested in the central carrier that was mentioned in the previous meeting.
It had fused with the souls of numerous witches and sacrificed its consciousness in exchange for the ability to decipher the documents left behind by the underground civilization. Furthermore, it could only answer yes or no. Other than that, it was no different from an inanimate object. All of this gave it a mysterious and tragic aura.
However, when Roland saw the central carrier imprisoned in the secret underground chamber of the hall, he could not help but gasp.
A sarcoma much larger than Pasha and the others was bound by layers of chains. A few of its thick tentacles were even pulled apart and nailed into the walls or ceiling. Its damaged skin was riddled with scars and many of its tentacles were broken. It was obvious that this was not the first time it had been treated in such a manner.
If he remembered correctly, the central carrier was like the original carrier and had sentience.
It could feel cold, heat, sweetness, bitterness … and pain.
"Why?" Roland could not help but frown. "Aren't the souls fused with witches? And one of your Three Chiefs, eh … "
"Lady Eleanor, Your Majesty," Pasha sighed. "There is no other choice. The carrier's power is not much lower than Scourge's. Our tentacles can drill through the soil and dig a light well above the dome. Naturally, we can attack our enemies and tear our prey in half. If we do not do this, an unconscious carrier that can move freely would probably cause more trouble than a hybrid demonic beast. "
So that's why … Roland immediately understood her helplessness. The tentacle sarcoma was probably the basic combat unit of the underground civilization. Once an unconscious carrier within the base lost control, it would pose a great threat to the relics of the gods and the magic power core. The survivors of Taquila were obviously unable to accept such a risk and had no other choice but to imprison it.
Unfortunately, even though he knew, he still sighed in his heart.
After all, the witches who had willingly fused with Taquila had given up everything, but now they could only be trapped in this dark corner, unable to move.
"We've tried to ask them how they feel, but we never got an answer. The fused souls can no longer be extracted through the magic core, so we don't know if they feel the stimulation from the outside world." Roland thought. "But we didn't get an answer. The fused souls can't be extracted through the magic core, so we don't know if they feel the stimulation from the outside world. "
[Becoming one with Lady Eleanor is the ultimate goal of every Taquila witch. We are no exception, so you don't have to worry about it. Alethea, who had been silent all this while, spoke again. However, Roland didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the other party's voice wasn't as cold as before.
Hmm … It should have leveled up from ice to ice water.
[However, when we asked if we wanted to imprison the central carrier, the three main tentacles all answered yes. "Celine added," Otherwise, we wouldn't have fixed her so thoroughly. "
Roland nodded. "There's a painter named Soroya in the Witch Union who can draw extremely flexible fabrics. There's also a little girl named Softfeathers who can make objects sticky. If the two abilities were used together, they would be able to produce an even stronger binding force than the iron chains. Using this method to tie her up, at least she wouldn't be covered in injuries. If you don't have any objections … "
"No, it would be great if that's the case." The main beard on Pasha's head drooped slightly. "Please accept my gratitude. "
"It doesn't matter. It's just a piece of cake." Roland waved his hand. "But... what does it mean when all three main tentacles say yes? Is it possible that one of them says yes and the other says no? Then who should we listen to? "
"Let Celine explain this question for you. "
"It's like this." Celine was quite excited to be able to help reduce the pain of her fused companions. She immediately said, "The biggest difference between the central carrier and us is that she has three main tentacles. She can transmit more complicated messages without using conscious communication, just like I am now. "
As soon as she finished speaking, the main tentacle on her head emitted a faint red light.
"Oh? This can also emit light? "
"Before we completely mastered conscious communication, we often used it to express our feelings and emotions, but we didn't use it much after that." Celine moved to the center of the secret chamber and pointed to the three main tentacles of the central carrier that were firmly nailed to the ground. "But they can't do that because they have lost their consciousness. They can only answer through the red light. If it's bright, it means yes. If it's not, it means no." "
"However, when we were deciphering the documents of the underground civilization, we realized that a simple yes or no could not help us find the correct answer quickly." She continued to explain, "For example, a sentence that means I am a Taquila Witch, if translated to I am a Witch or I am a Taquila Witch, it will be displayed as no. As such, even a simple sentence will require a lot of time to confirm." "
"So you used three answers to express the degree of closeness?" Roland immediately understood their thoughts.
"Your comprehension ability is indeed extraordinary," Celine praised. "That's right. The closer you are to the real answer, the more red light will light up. When all three main tentacles light up, it is equivalent to being completely correct. Of course, it also means special recognition. " "
So, with Eleanor as the leader, the fused souls did not reject their companions from imprisoning them underground? Roland could not help but be moved. Although he did not know if they made the judgment based on the safety of the base, or if they answered based on their own feelings, this decision made him sigh with emotion.
He took a deep breath. "Can I ask her some questions?"
"Of course." Celine moved away. "Just ask the question directly." "" Of course. "
Roland walked in front of the central carrier and said slowly, "Suppose I have two baskets with two apples in each. After pouring them out, there will be four apples on the ground, right?"
The three tentacles instantly lit up.
"Uh... is that what you wanted to ask?" Celine asked in surprise.
"Your Majesty," Vendy also felt a little awkward, "what did you think of?"
"Just a test." Roland asked again without changing his expression, "Then I have 12,345 baskets with 54,321 apples in each. If I pour them all out, how many apples will there be on the ground?" He took out a small piece of paper from his pocket. "I guess it will be..., right?"
That was the answer he had prepared in advance. The result was a nine-digit number, which was considered a complicated calculation in this era. Those who had not received mathematics education in Neverwinter would not be able to come up with the answer in a short time. This could be seen from the silence of the Senior Taquila Witches.
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