Magnum's facial expression stiffened.
A few seconds later, the corner of his mouth twitched. "Is this not vulgar behavior?"
"Yes." Yuri nodded calmly. "And I suddenly feel that this is not bad."
Magnum was speechless.
The one who finally reacted was Semler. The gloomy and serious archbishop looked at Magnum, who appeared in the hall in the form of an illusion, and nodded. "So, you are now 'alive' in a state similar to Archbishop Selena?"
"I don't know." Magnum looked down at himself in confusion and saw Selena standing next to him. "I entered a state of confusion before. When I regained consciousness, I found myself locked in a space full of faint light. Until now, I don't know what happened …"
"You carried out the brain servant transformation without sufficient preparation, causing your soul to be completely extracted. I collected the fragments," Selena briefly explained, allowing Magnum to quickly grasp the current situation. "Now, you are like me, a ghost in the network. There is no problem for the next few years, but you will have to consider looking for the 'mind calibration point' in the real world. "
Magnum blinked and took a short while to digest this fact. Finally, he sighed with mixed emotions. "This is indeed different from what I thought at first …"
Semler nodded and looked at Selena. "So, he and his body have been completely separated, and he can't go back?"
"Indeed. This is not a simple separation of the soul. It also involves the fragmentation and reconstruction of the soul and a 'death'. As far as we are concerned, there is no technology that can restore him under such circumstances."
Magnum suddenly felt a sense of crisis from Semler's words. He subconsciously asked, "Archbishop Semler, why are you asking this?"
Semler looked at Magnum and said very seriously, "The body is useless to you. I will arrange for someone to burn it for you later."
"Ah? Wait a minute! Don't burn it! " Magnum was taken aback. When he came to his senses, he immediately shouted, "What if he can be saved?!"
"We're going to move the headquarters of the Order, including all the Brain Servants. We have limited manpower and time. One less body means we can bring more supplies," Semler said very frankly. There was no hint of a joke or prank in his voice. Instead, it made Magnum's face even more twisted. "Anyway, your soul has survived alone, and you don't need the body anymore. As for the rescue, didn't you hear what Archbishop Selena said just now? This is simply impossible with the current technology … "
"It's useful! What if there's a breakthrough in technology in the future? " Even in his soul form, Magnum still had a loud voice. Almost everyone in the hall could hear him. "Since you're going to transfer so many bodies, do you really need one more?"
"Archbishop Semler," Venti suddenly broke the silence and took the initiative to say, "Let's respect Archbishop Magnum's opinion. We really don't lack this' expenditure '. And considering Archbishop Magnum's contribution, it's not a good choice for us to abandon his body now. "
"I'm just speaking from the perspective of efficiency and pragmatism," Semler said with a straight face. "But what you said is very reasonable. I agree."
"Ah, Madam Venti, you're really a righteous person!" Magnum suddenly looked very touched. "Thank you very much for your help, but I want to correct you. My body is not considered a body now. Although it has no soul, at least it's still breathing and heartbeat …"
Obviously, no one cared about this little detail, and no one responded to Magnum's words. The latter shrugged awkwardly. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said, "By the way, when I was wandering in the shimmering space just now, I vaguely heard some voices. They seemed to be talking about something like being posthumously recognized as a saint … I want to ask, are they talking about me?"
Semler and Yuri did not seem to hear him. Venti also quietly looked away. Selena quietly looked a little further away, as if she had nothing to do with it from beginning to end.
Magnum blinked, looked around, shrugged awkwardly, and closed his mouth. He planned to ask again in a few days.
…
A few hours later in the Cecil Empire.
The dawn sun shone into the dormitory, bringing a glimmer of warmth at the end of winter. Gwen, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. When he saw the familiar ceiling, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that only a short night had passed in the real world, but for him, who had directly faced the "historical memory" of the upper narrators, at this moment, it was as if he had just separated himself from thousands of years of history. A sense of time and even age lingered in his mind, and it took him some time to slowly recover. He should have woken up earlier, but to organize his memory and mental state, he had been sleeping until now.
This sense of detachment may cause worse results for ordinary people, and it may even cause irreversible psychological trauma. But fortunately, all this was not a problem for Gwen. He had long been familiar with the experience of soaking in the river of time. When he occasionally experienced it again, it felt like returning home.
When the storm of information in his mind gradually subsided, and all kinds of memories returned to their original positions, Gwen sat up from the bed and looked around the room.
Amber had not left the room all night. At this moment, she was sitting on a nearby reclining chair and had fallen into a deep sleep. Because of her awkward sleeping posture, she was drooling all over the floor.
Tyre was still curled up in the corner, but her tail was tangled up in a mess. Half of her upper body was entangled in her tail. Her sleeping posture was … indescribable.
Gwen could not even figure out how the tip of Tyre's tail came out of that big lump …
Probably because her six senses were really sharp, Amber quickly woke up after Gwen woke up. She suddenly opened her Amber eyes and looked at Gwen, who was sitting on the bed in a daze. Then, she quickly wiped the saliva on her cheeks and stood up. "Ah, you're back? Is the situation over there solved? "
"It's solved." Gwen stood on the ground and faced the brighter morning sun. He took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled as if to expel all the gloominess out of his body. "No gods have come to the world. After today, everyone can still sleep peacefully."
Amber opened her eyes wide and looked at Gwen. Then, she suddenly laughed. "Oh, I knew you could handle it."
Gwen nodded. "I need to inform the others. There are still a lot of things to deal with."
Then, he glanced at Tyre in the corner. "Also, we need to find a way to wake her up. We need to inform the sirens deep in the sea that they don't have to wait any longer."
"You think of a way. I'll go inform Heti and Kamel!" Amber ran to the door without saying anything. "They're all waiting for your news. They must have woken up early —"
Before Gawain could say anything, Amber had already run out of the door like a gust of wind, leaving him alone with a sleeping siren in the room.
Obviously, Amber knew very well how difficult it was to wake up Tyre. She would rather run all over the city center early in the morning than try to wake up Tyre.
Gwen looked at the door in a daze. He then turned to look at the siren, who seemed to be sleeping more abstractly than before. He shook his head helplessly.
He had tried boiling water anyway. Throwing it out the window might not work. Sprinkling salt was like going home. Even if he cut her with a sword, she would resurrect and go back to her room to continue sleeping.
After thinking for a while, Gwen bent down and whispered in Tyre's ear (assuming her hearing organ was her ear), "Your biscuit is gone."
Tyre woke up with a start. Her messy tail rolled on the ground. She lay on the ground awkwardly. She then struggled and yelled, "What? What? Who said that? I haven't … Eh? "
Tyre finally woke up. She twisted her upper body 180 degrees and looked at Gwen who was standing beside her. Only then did she notice that morning had arrived. She then recalled why she slept here. "You … You're back? How's the situation over there? "
"Unfortunately," Gwen shook his head with a half-smile. "You've waited for nothing."
Tyre was stunned for a moment. She then understood what Gwen meant. However, the siren who lost her biscuit suddenly laughed and said happily, "Isn't that a good thing?"
Then she propped up her upper body and stretched her long snake tail. She slowly moved towards the door while waving her hand. "Then I'll go inform my sisters first. The sooner I'm done, the sooner I can come back to catch up on my sleep."
The siren left, leaving Gwen alone in the room. The morning glow gradually brightened and turned into bright sunlight. It slanted into the room through the wide floor-to-ceiling window. Gwen turned around and squinted slightly against the light of the giant sun.
It was dawn in Cecil, but it should be morning in the Aurandale area. If everything went according to plan, the transfer of the Eternal Sleepers should have begun.
Next, the huge machine that was Cecil would operate in secret. The MIB, which had been successfully established in Typhon in the past two years, would also operate at the same time. The Railway Investment Company, the informant of the Trajectory Project, and No. 25 would cooperate. Under the cover of the recent increase in trade orders, they would transfer the core technical personnel and technical data of the Eternal Sleepers to Cecil before Rosetta Augustus noticed. In the following year, they would continue to transfer the lower priority clerics in a slower and more secretive manner until the transfer was completed or the operation was forced to stop.
Everything had been planned. The MIB led by Amber and the foreign railway agency personally controlled by Heti had made all the preparations. Next, it would depend on whether the Eternal Sleepers could cooperate perfectly.
Hopefully, they could perform well enough in the following incorporation and transformation process. Selena and Meghul III are smart people. They know what to do.
"A good thing …" Gwen narrowed his eyes and looked at the bright sunlight shining between heaven and earth. He softly muttered to himself.
Some stories had ended, but some stories … would continue.
…
Rosetta Augustus came to the highest spire of the Obsidian Palace. He pushed open a door engraved with many runes, embedded with gems, and magical metals and walked into the magic laboratory at the top of the spire.
The laboratory was spacious and bright. The alchemy experiment table and the arcane experiment table inscribed with magic circles were neat and tidy. All kinds of profound and precious books and scrolls were placed on the large bookshelf against the wall. Two magic puppets assembled from rune armor plates and bronze torsos were busy tidying up some miscellaneous items. Their movements were light and silent.
When they saw Rosetta enter, the two magic puppets immediately bowed and then returned to their work.
Rosetta looked straight into the depths of the room. A dignified lady in a lavender robe was coming from there. She was the current president of the Royal Association of Mages of Typhon and the chief mage advisor of Emperor Rosetta, the legendary mage Windsor Mappel.
The magic laboratory in the Obsidian Palace belonged to her. It was one of the places where she worked and also symbolized her special treatment and status in the empire as a rare genius in recent years.
"My respects, Your Majesty." Windsor Mappel bowed before Rosetta. "What can I do for you?"
Rosetta nodded. "I feel that the power of the curse has subsided. That thing has calmed down."
The 'Mad Disease' curse of the Royal Family of Typhon was a semi-public secret. The presidents of the Royal Association of Mages were the best occult experts in the empire and naturally knew the secret directly. For two centuries, these outstanding spellcasters were responsible for analyzing the curse and trying to find a way to deal with it. Although they had not achieved any significant results until now, the royal family still maintained their trust in them.
In private settings, the members of the Royal Family of Typhon often discussed the 'Mad Disease Curse' with Windsor Mappel directly.
"Subsided?" Windsor looked at Emperor Rosetta with some surprise. "Did it just happen?"
"When I woke up this morning, I felt that it was subsiding bit by bit. A few hours later, it returned to its previous' normal 'state. There was no rebound, and it did not continue to diminish." Rosetta described in detail what he felt. In front of Windsor Mappel, he treated himself as an ordinary patient. This helped the legendary mage to better judge the situation. "I think that there must be a reason behind this change in the field of occultism. I would like to ask you to examine it for me."
"Of course … We can start now."
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