It had been more than a month since the terrible man-made god turned into food for the sirens at the end of Whitewater River. The grass on the tombstone of the Order of All Things Will Die was almost a hundred meters tall.
This was quite realistic in many ways.
Bertilla seemed to have awakened, but she was no longer a normal human. Her body had fused with the huge tree and had mutated from the inside out, which affected her thinking and speech. When she opened her mouth to speak, a low and hoarse voice was mixed with her voice. Her speech was slow, and her expression was dull, which reminded people of a plant.
Gwen looked at her. Although the situation was a little beyond his initial expectations, he finally had a chance to talk to this' old acquaintance '. "This situation is regrettable, Bertilla. Do you have anything to say to me?"
Bertilla looked at Gwen quietly. After two seconds of silence, she slowly said, "Extraterritorial … wanderer. I want to talk to you in private. "
Gwen frowned. After a short moment of thought, he said to the people beside him, "You guys stand guard outside the hall. Amber, you go too. "
"Are you sure?" Amber immediately widened her eyes. "This woman looks very strange now. Maybe she has some tricks up her sleeve …"
"Even if she has any tricks up her sleeve, I'm afraid she won't be able to use them now." Gwen waved his hand. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm very curious about what she wants to say."
Amber thought for a moment and reluctantly agreed. She nodded and led the people outside. "Well, be careful."
Soon, the soldiers in the hall retreated under Amber's lead. Bard also left. When only Gwen and the semi-vegetative Bertilla were left, he coughed and said, "Ahem, you can say whatever you want now."
Gwen looked calm, but in fact, he was a little nervous. Every time he met his' old acquaintances' from 700 years ago, he would be cautious. After all, he was occupying a body that did not belong to him, and these 'old acquaintances' from 700 years ago knew Gwen Cecil himself.
The first time he was nervous was when he met Solderin, and then Sonia, but the two did not give him too much pressure. After all, Solderin was not very meticulous, and Sonia's main focus was on urging Solderin to get married. But Bertilla was different. God knows what this woman with a lot of secrets would do when she found out that there was another soul in Gwen Cecil's body.
Gawain quickly calculated in his mind, but his plans came to a halt the moment Bertila opened his mouth.
"Who the hell are you?"
Bertilla stared into Gwen's eyes. Her face was unprecedentedly serious, and her voice was full of caution and coldness.
Gwen immediately raised his guard, but his expression did not change. "What do you mean? You still don't recognize me?"
"… Don't waste your time. I know you're not Gwen Cecil." Bertilla was still staring at him. "Extraterrestrial wanderer … What the hell are you? Why do you occupy this body? "
She no longer used "who" to ask, instead, she simply used "what" to ask.
After hearing the words "extraterrestrial wanderer", Gwen gave up the idea of continuing to use this body to communicate with her.
The Bertilla in the dream should only be a small part of the subconscious of the Bertilla in front of him. She lacked the necessary memory and acquired wisdom, but it was not so easy to fool the one in front of him. But it did not matter. He did not have to spend time thinking about his "role", so he was happy to talk openly.
"Where did you hear the term 'extraterrestrial wanderer'?" Hao Ren asked casually. "Those eternal sleepers?"
"It seems that you know the name the eternal sleepers gave you …" Bertilla said in a low voice. "I knew your real body from them, but long before that, I knew that you couldn't be Gwen Cecil, but just a foreign soul who stole his body."
Gwen raised his eyebrows slightly. "What do you mean?"
Bertilla's mouth seemed to show a hint of sarcasm. "Gwen Cecil can't be resurrected. I know this better than anyone. His soul has long since dried up. What lies in the iron coffin in the Southern Region is just a soulless body. Perhaps this body will not decay under the blessing of the elements, but to come back from the dead … is absolutely impossible. "
Gwen could not help but open his eyes slightly.
This was the first time he had heard about the secret of his resurrection from someone else. Although it was only a few words, there was one thing that was without a doubt … this Bertila in front of him knew part of the truth!!
"Gwen Cecil's soul is exhausted? Why do you say so? What do you know? Do you know the arrangement of his resurrection? "
However, Bertilla did not answer his question. "Ah, extraterritorial wanderer … you are also curious, but why should I tell you everything?"
Gwen quietly looked at Bertilla. He saw that she was fearless, or had given up on life and death. It would be useless even if he cut her with his sword.
After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth to break the silence. "So, an equivalent exchange. What do you want to know from me?"
"Extraterritorial wanderer, the same question," Bertilla said slowly. "Why do you occupy this body?"
Gwen thought seriously.
She obviously knew part of the information about the extraterritorial wanderer. This was a bluff created by Gwen himself. After the post-processing by the team of experts in the Eternal Sleepless's brain, plus a little bit of ferment on the Internet, Bertilla should have heard a more strange and dangerous version.
The best choice now seemed to be to find an entry point with this identity and let the conversation continue.
He lowered his head and thought about what kind of "persona" he should create and what kind of "persona" could shake Bertilla, a Druil whose belief had been distorted. His mind was spinning fast.
This did not seem to be difficult because … although the identity of the extraterritorial wanderer was a bit scary, it was not completely fake.
He was indeed a soul wandering from another world, he had indeed occupied the body of someone else, he had indeed "descended" from the stars, and he had carried out large-scale havoc in this world.
He just did not drive a huge robot to save the world as mentioned in the CG short films, or lead a group of fifty dollar buddies to do interstellar exterminating bugs. These details were not important at the moment.
He already had a mature draft in his mind.
"It seems that us' travelers' have brought a lot of pressure to you." He looked up with a relaxed and indifferent expression on his face. "I don't know how the Eternal Sleepless described me and my race to you, but I can assure you that I mean no harm to this world."
Bertilla frowned, apparently listening carefully to Gwen's words. At the same time, she was full of doubts.
"We are a race full of curiosity and action, and we also have a variety of styles and hobbies. But personally …" Gwen continued, observing Bertilla's expression and smiling slightly. "I just happen to have a little interest in your civilization. Or strictly speaking, your civilization of this season. "
Bertilla could not help but ask, "Our civilization of this season — what do you mean?"
Perhaps she was still not used to her new "body" after becoming a half-plant, Bertilla's control of her expression was always a little lax. Gwen observed the subtle changes in her expression and guided the topic that required a lot of acting. "It seems that you also know that your world once had a civilization alternation?"
Bertilla was silent for a few seconds before she whispered, "… We did find some clues."
Just as Gwen had expected, the All-Final-All Society knew part of the truth of the gods, knew part of the Disobedience Plan, and even continued the Disobedience Plan. They had a certain understanding of the civilization alternation and the phenomenon of destruction and rebirth in this world.
"Civilization alternation … This is a long process of observation." With a calm expression, Gwen continued. "For a long time, I was just observing. From a very high place, you probably can't understand that perspective. I saw one kingdom after another appear on this land, one hero after another emerged, one legend after another was born, one war after another, prosperity after prosperity, death after death, brilliance after brilliance quickly extinguished … For millions of years, there was nothing new on this land. Even if the Giant Dragon occasionally swept across the land, it was just an insignificant interlude in my boring observation.
"But what surprised me was that amidst all the ups and downs of the civilizations, a spark of interest suddenly jumped out … and it was your season.
"It wasn't that powerful, and was even flawed, but it had extraordinary courage and the tenacity to survive. When the Great Mana Tide came, I thought that you would die quickly, just like the civilizations of many seasons before, quickly and quietly falling, accepting your fate. But you actually survived.
"Not only did you survive, but I was also surprised to find that … you actually tried to fight against the gods that were countless times more powerful than you, and you actually put it into action.
"For millions of years, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and it is truly a pleasant surprise. But aside from the pleasant surprise, your civilization of this season is also in danger … You have great courage, but you can't face the next challenge.
"To be honest, I feel that it is quite regretful, so I came down."
Gwen said slowly as he looked into Bertilla's eyes with a smile.
After all, almost everything he said was the truth, and he had only made a little linguistic modification on the basis of the truth.
And these words should be very useful for a person who had experienced the distortion of her faith.
The expression on Bertilla's face changed several times. She opened her mouth several times but stopped several times. Finally, after a long silence, she finally said, "So, everything that happened on this land is just an entertainment in your long life? Then what is the essence of you 'extraterrestrial wanderers'? Another kind of god? "
"Don't get me wrong. 'Extraterrestrial wanderers' is a name that you have given without permission. I prefer to call myself a traveler, and a traveler takes every part of his journey seriously." Gwen continued to speak the truth. "As for the gods … to be honest, I am also curious about what the gods of your world are. Studying them is the work that I am most interested in recently."
Bertilla's expression did not seem to change, but Gwen knew that every word he said was effective.
At the same time, he also felt an indescribable sense of relief. Some secrets had been hidden in his heart for too long, and today, he finally got the chance to speak in such an unexpected situation. He had never thought that he would feel so relaxed after speaking.
Bertilla knew from the beginning that Gwen Cecil could not be resurrected. In front of her, Gwen could calmly admit that he was a foreign soul. Although he had now completely accepted the identity of Gwen Cecil, and even became the real "Gwen Cecil" in a sense after receiving the memory inheritance, it felt pretty good to have such an opportunity to speak without this identity.
Bertilla spoke again. She seemed to have finally been influenced by Gwen's words and believed the motives of the extraterrestrial wanderer in front of her. She followed the topic and asked, "Why did you choose the Cecil family, which has declined to the point of being destroyed, instead of a more powerful force that is more suitable for your ambitions?"
Gwen's smile froze for a moment.
Of course, he did not have a choice!
If he could do something when he came down from the satellite, he would definitely choose a normal difficulty to start the game. Why would he need to crawl into an iron coffin and be hit by a stupid Iron Head Roe Deer when he crawled out of the coffin? Then, when he crawled out of the coffin, he was greeted with a hell mode of "Your base has been stolen", "Your resurrection has weakened you", "Your shield has been taken away", and "Your previous version of the game was wasted".
But these words could not come out from the mouth of a powerful and mysterious extraterrestrial wanderer.
So he could only maintain a decent and inscrutable smile and frankly answer Bertilla's question.
"Because … it gives me a sense of accomplishment."
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