The first snow of winter had finally arrived.
Snowflakes fell from the lead-gray sky and gently covered every inch of Cecil City. All the bell towers, roofs, walls, and sentry towers were covered with a layer of white in a very short time. In the boundless and gentle snow, the boundary between heaven and earth, the boundary between the city and the wilderness, and the boundary between the houses and the streets became blurred.
Tyre carefully crept to the front of the porch. She stuck her long tail out of the porch and quickly poked the thin layer of snow under the porch with the tip of her tail. Then, a visible tremor spread from the tip of her tail to the rest of her body. The siren shuddered and pulled her tail back into a ball. "It's freezing! I won't go out in this damn weather! "
However, Rebecca stood in the middle of the courtyard, turned back and waved at Tyre. "It's a rare day off today. Come and have a try! It's fun to have a snowball fight! I've loved snow since I was a child! "
In Cecil, people had eight working days in a week. Every Saturday and Sunday were days off. However, due to the recent progress of a large number of research projects, Rebecca had not had a holiday for a long time. This late snowfall finally gave her a reason to have a holiday, and also reminded her of the happy times when she played in the snow when she was a child. Although she had grown up and the world had turned upside down, snow was still snow. It was still as happy as ever.
Tyre, who was born in the deep sea, could not understand the source of Rebecca's happiness. This was the second winter she had spent on land. This season of snow, ice, and low water element was not fun for her. "Isn't it just a bunch of snowballs throwing around each other? You humans like to throw all kinds of things around since you started throwing stones. I can't understand this kind of nickname... And if you want to have a snowball fight, you should at least wait until the snow stops. What can you do with this little snow?"
As the siren spoke, she tried harder to curl up her tail and tried to retract her upper body back into the ball formed by her tail. "I'm sleepy. I want to go back to sleep..."
However, before she could finish her words, a cold snowball suddenly flew in the air and hit her squarely on the forehead.
"Wah!!" The balance that Tyre tried so hard to maintain was instantly broken. His coiled tail almost rolled backward. "I already said I'm not playing anymore!"
"It's not me!" Rebecca also saw the snowballs on Tyre's face and quickly waved her hand. "The snowballs came from another direction …"
Before she could finish her sentence, another snowball suddenly flew from the corner of the courtyard. This time, it hit her squarely on the head.
"... Amber!!"
Tyre finally screamed. Her scream also alerted Rebecca, who was still in a daze. The two of them raised their heads together and looked in the direction where the snowball had come from. There, a snowball was condensing out of thin air, and there were sneaky footprints on the snow …
Amidst the fluttering snow, a small scuffle unfolded in the courtyard of the mansion.
"It's good to be young …"
Behind the floor-to-ceiling window in the study, Gwen withdrew his gaze from the courtyard below and sighed softly.
Pitman sat on a chair next to the desk. He took a sip of hot tea and looked up at Gwen. "Your body is only 37 years old. Still quite young."
"Thirty-seven years old is not the right age to have a snowball fight with the juniors in the courtyard." Gwen returned to the back of the desk and sat down on his spacious chair. He picked up the teacup in front of him. "It's good to drink tea in the study."
Pitman chuckled. "It's a pity that a sloppy old man is sitting across from you."
Gwen did not answer. Instead, he slowly took a sip of hot tea. He then looked at Pitman, who seemed to be able to maintain a cheeky smile under any circumstances. After two seconds, he said, "I heard that you solved the technical problem that Kamel encountered. That thing is called artificial nerve cord, right?"
"That's right. It's the product of the combination of Druil technology and alchemical engineering. Most people can't think of it."
"Most Druil can't think of it," Gwen said calmly. "That's the technology of the Eternal. Strictly speaking, it was created by the fallen Druil of the Aeon Cult. They then passed it on to the Eternal, and the biochemical engineers of the Eternal improved the nerve connection technology."
Pitman's expression finally showed a hint of surprise. He then shook his head with a helpless smile on his face. "I thought you didn't know about this. Since you know, why didn't you tell Kamel? Just to get me to say it? "
"No, I don't like to test or investigate my subordinates in this way. The current situation is just an accident for me," Gwen said frankly. "I didn't tell Kamel because this technology is inhumane, and it has a huge hidden danger. Implanting artificial nerve cord will drastically change the personality of the recipient, and there is even a risk of mental breakdown."
"… That's true. Artificial nerve cord is a very uncontrollable thing." Pitman nodded. "It seems that you do know a lot about the secrets of the Eternal and the Aeon Cult … I'm curious, after you came into contact with their knowledge, what do you think of them?"
"They have mastered extremely advanced technology in certain fields, and they seem to have some sense of mission. I even suspect that they think they are saving the world. This can be seen from some of their big plans. But this doesn't change the fact that their methods are evil, nor does it prove that their goals are correct. "Gwen put the teacup on the table and said slowly." If the direction is wrong, the more knowledge they have, the more reactionary they are. If the means are wrong, the more effort they put in, the more evil they are. "
Pitman's eyes changed for a moment. Gwen could not tell the specific reason and content of the change, but at this moment, he did feel that the Pitman's fake smile and cynical look had temporarily faded, and a heavy and lonely temperament appeared in the little old man. But it was only for a moment.
"You are right, the direction and the means …" Pitman smiled, and his smile was full of self-deprecation. "Talent does exist. Some people are born with the ability to do things that others can't. You have pointed out the key so easily, but it took me most of my life to figure out the meaning of your two sentences."
"I didn't create these words. It is the wisdom of the predecessors. I just borrowed and modified it," Gwen said with a serious look on his face. "Pitman, it's time to be honest."
Pitman met Gwen's gaze. After a few seconds of silence, he finally whispered, "I am the Priest of Withering of the Aeon Cult. I used to be."
As expected.
Gwen breathed a sigh of relief. It was not the first time he had doubts in this regard. It was just that Pitman did not take the initiative to speak, so he did not take the initiative to ask. But today, with the opportunity of the artificial nerve cord technology, his doubts were finally confirmed.
But before he spoke, Pitman had something else to say. "At the same time, I am also the Teacher of Nightmares of the Eternal Sleepers. I used to be."
A believer of the Aeon Cult and a member of the Eternal Sleepers?!
This was completely out of Gwen's expectations. He looked at the wrinkled little old man in shock. "You joined two cults at the same time?!"
"I joined the Aeon Cult first." Pitman shook his head. "It was when I was very young. To be honest, I did want to be a proper Druil, and I really am from the school of the Heart of the Forest. But fate is such an unreasonable thing … There was a famine in the town, caused by the erosion of mana. Normal Druil spells did not work at all. Even my teacher ran away. No one could do anything about it until a foreign Druil solved the problem. So I followed the new Druil and became his apprentice. Only later did I know that he was the Shepherd of the Aeon Cult."
"Then you joined the Aeon Cult?" Gwen looked into Pitman's eyes and could not hide his curiosity. "Then how did you join the Eternal Sleepers?"
"I thought that the Aeon Cult's technology could heal the land, solve the famine, and let me learn real knowledge. But later I found out that they were just a bunch of lunatics. So I took the opportunity to join the Eternal Sleepers. In the Eternal Sleepers' memory, there is a wealth of knowledge in the world. Although I am not good at dream magic, I am very interested in their other knowledge …"
"Then you found out that they were another bunch of lunatics." Gwen knew that Pitman's experience when he was young was not that simple. But it was clear that he did not want to go into detail, so he skipped the topic. "You left the Eternal Sleepers? And then? "
Pitman shrugged. "And then? Then I met a lousy thief, and followed him to adopt a chattering half-elf who had no respect for her elders. "
Gwen was speechless, and then smiled. "I thought you were going to join the Storm Children. After all, you have joined two of the three cults."
The Storm Children …
Pitman's face showed a look of reminiscence for a moment, and then he smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I did look for them, but I couldn't learn how to swim, I was seasick, and more importantly, I couldn't get used to sashimi, so I didn't go."
Gwen: "…"
This seemingly frivolous, deceitful, and cheeky old Druil had a magnificent life.
Although Gwen was a little interested in Pitman's unknown and magnificent life, but looking at him, the little old man was obviously trying to avoid that life. So he just nodded. "You have left them now."
"I have left them for many years," Pitman said calmly. "To be honest, I almost forgot that I was one of them. The cyborg that exploded on the dock scared me, and I thought they had finally come to find me. But it turns out that compared to a small fry like me who defected, you, a historical figure from the legends, are more interesting to them."
"I'm curious about one thing. Are you really just a Level 3 low-grade Druil?" Gwen looked up and down at Pitman. "Your real …"
Pitman smiled faintly. "I have to pay the price for defecting twice. Now I am really just a Level 3 low-grade Druil."
"… I see." Gwen accepted the explanation. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, the laughter in the courtyard was getting louder and louder.
"Does Amber know about your past?" Hao Ren asked.
"She doesn't know, and I don't want her to know." Pitman shook his head. "Joining the dark cult twice is not a glorious experience. Although I don't think I have done anything bad, I still want to separate my past from Amber's life. Her life should have nothing to do with these dark things. She should be carefree, not worried, not worried, and get good training and education …"
"Let's put it this way. She already knows how to sneak in and pick locks. She even knows how to sneak into other people's ancestral graves to pry open coffins. I feel that you and her adoptive father might not have educated her well …"
Pitman thought for a moment. "… You have a point."
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