Once I got home, I started writing a letter to Father. Of course, I knew that there was a more convenient method of communication between the Realm of Gods and the City of Shadows. I could use Jingle's temple (which was the Realm of Gods' embassy in the Empire) as a transfer. I could dial the internal line 100100 to the manual channel and then dial the number 2 button to contact Father if he happened to be at home. But if it wasn't an emergency, we preferred to write each other a note. At first, it was Father's habit. He would often ask Icetis to send me a note or two torn from Cyndia's or Gatie's workbook to send his greetings. Then, I was infected by him …
Since I would be leaving in a few days, I might as well write a letter.
Little Bubble was doing her homework on the coffee table. No matter what, she was a student studying in the Imperial Army's Military Academy. Although she appeared and disappeared mysteriously from grade to grade, she still learned some things. For example, she had to do her homework after school. Also, she had carved more than 20,000 "morning" words on the wall of the preschool building. Alright, the little lass had obviously misunderstood something in class, but at least she remembered the part about "doing homework" correctly. The sight of his precious daughter working hard on the coffee table made him feel gratified. This was probably the most fulfilling moment of being a father. Little Bubble used an irregular posture to hold the pen as she muttered to herself, writing and drawing. I couldn't help but lean over to see what she was writing. In the end, I was so moved that I almost cried. The first half of the exercise book was filled with drawings of small tortoises, while the second half was the blueprint of the fortress's firepower platform.
This was so similar to the workbooks I had in elementary school. The only difference was that I drew little tortoises on the first half and big tortoises on the second half … From this point, Little Bubble was much more studious than her father. The workbooks of the imperial children of the Empire were really amazing.
Which bastard taught Little Bubble to draw tortoises!
"Chirp?" Little Bubble noticed that the light was blocked. She lifted her head and realized that I was looking at her. She immediately cheered and raised the workbook in front of me. "Daddy! Look! "
"Oh." I patted the little girl's head. "How about I tear a piece of paper and send it to your Uncle Xingchen?"
The little girl nodded happily. Thus, I carefully tore off a piece of paper from the front of the workbook (I made sure I didn't tear off the little girl's proper workbook — — although I doubt a teacher would even check her drawings) and wrote the header on the back of the workbook. Then, I crumpled the draft I wrote on normal paper into a ball and threw it to the side: It's better for me to connect with my big brother. Writing on my own daughter's workbook gives me a sense of accomplishment.
"My friend Xingchen: It's been a long time since we've seen each other, and I've missed you. May everything be well in the days to come. The Void is separated … I can't drag it on any longer, so here's the main text: In a few days, I'll be going over to your place. Icetis met with an accident while using her divine arts. Right now, we're in a very awkward situation. I don't know much about divine arts, so I'd like to ask for your help. Also, there are some matters regarding Ancestor Schilling and my home world that I hope the Protoss can help me investigate. I might need to use your huge data vault. I heard that the huge data vault can only be opened in advance, so I'm writing to inform you in advance …
"Also, I'm attaching a drawing of my daughter, Little Bubble. Although the little girl has subtle cognitive problems in various aspects, to the point that she, a girl, has learned to draw little tortoises on her workbook, her drawing is very similar to my style back in the day. So, I'm attaching it.
"PS: Draw on the other side, those pancakes with legs and heads."
Finally, I signed the date and looked at my handwriting in satisfaction. Other than the name, which looked normal, the other parts looked like they had been encrypted. As I vomited, I thought that I really needed to practice my handwriting …
"Icetis! Help me deliver a letter to the God Realm — "I shouted towards the second floor out of habit. Then, I realized that the female pervert was stuck with me. Sister Bing's depressed voice rang in my mind," What are you yelling for? I'm here! "
I was used to it. Usually, Icetis was in charge of running back and forth between the God Realm and the Empire's capital. She would deliver news, local specialties, or personal gifts to the leaders of both sides — such as the chives boxes that she would always eat on the way to the Father God. Since when did that female pervert become the messenger between the Protoss and the Empire? When I thought about it this way, I realized that there were many things that I had to make Icetis run all over the place. Not only did I have to communicate with the God Realm, but I also had to make her run all over the void to save the day when there was a shortage of manpower. Whenever I didn't understand something, I would be lectured by this female pervert with frightening experience. Everyone in my family was used to discussing life problems with Icetis. Although her methods of solving problems were always rough, her crude words were always effective.
Although Icetis always gave people the impression that she had nothing to do, now that she had completely become a stuck "idler", I slowly recalled what she did on a daily basis. It was just that this carefree fellow didn't know how to show her actions. Everyone took her running around as a matter of course. At least, I was like that.
Now, I even had to find someone else to deliver a letter to the God Realm.
"What are you thinking about?" Icetis noticed that I was in a daze for a long time and finally couldn't help but shout. "Let Lynn deliver the letter! That girl is the fastest runner in Jingle's team. Why don't you just let her go? I can't move and you can't think of anyone else? "
"Oh, it's not like you don't know that my brain is slow." I hurriedly nodded and shouted at the top of my lungs. "Lynn!"
The Dragon God girl's unclear response came from the courtyard. Then, I heard a loud bang from the main door and Lynn appeared in front of me like a small golden whirlwind. Even in such a cold day, she was still dressed in that cool little outfit. She wore a small vest, a leather short skirt, and even strappy sandals on her feet. It seemed that it was time to remind this silly dragon to pay attention to the changes in the weather. Whether she was cold or not was secondary. What if someone called the police when I brought her out and said that I bullied a mentally disabled underage girl? Lynn's brain would forget to disguise itself every now and then …
The Dragon God girl was holding onto a huge pair of gardening shears in her right hand. It seemed that she was helping Anveena with the flowers. Her left hand was holding onto the main door of our house. It seemed … it seemed that the door of our house had to be changed again.
"Send this to the God Realm." I pass the 'letter' in my hand over to her. Looking at the door that the Dragon God girl pulled down, I feel that something is amiss. Thus, I rummage through my dimensional pocket for a while before placing the letter and a few snacks for Xingchen into a small box made of star gold. The small box is placed in a password-protected chest and the password-protected chest is placed in a military safe. The military safe is even covered with a layer of rechargeable armor. With a solemn expression, I push the box, which is already as tall as a person and can withstand the end of the world, in front of the girl with monstrous strength. "That, Little Sister Dragon, you must handle it with care.
This is for the High Father … "Lynn has always been timid. This time, she was shocked by the huge box and the words" for the High Father ". She threw the gardening shears and the main door of our house to the side. Trembling, she kept the box that I pushed over into her dimensional pocket. When she raised her head again, she had an expression as if she was ready to face death. It seems that this lass is going to brave through the gates of the abyss to deliver this letter. Look at her eyes, it was the same eyes that I had when Shallow shallow smashed the glass of the head teacher and I took the blame for her.
"Err, don't be nervous. I'm just afraid that you might break the letter and snacks if you use too much strength." I felt that there is a need to let this abnormally timid Dragon God girl relax. Thus, as I spoke, I took out a small bag of muffins baked by Anveena from my dimensional pocket and stuffed it into her. "This is for you on the way. Come back early."
The Dragon God girl nodded happily. Turning her head, she opened the teleportation door to the Great Shrine of the World Tree and left. A bag of snacks can be bribed to such an extent. It is not a loss to be bullied by others.
Icetis watched the entire process from the side. At this moment, she couldn't help but shout, "Damn! Can it be any more unfair?! Usually when I travel for you so many times, you never give me any food on the way. Why does this muddle-headed little dragon have snacks to eat?! Do you spoil any girl who can act cute and has a soft personality? "
I laughed dryly in the spiritual connection. "Say, you eat a lot on the way. When I ask you to bring a bottle of soy sauce to the High Father, you can sneak half a bottle to taste it. You and Sandora really play together tens of millions of years ago."
After that, Icetis didn't say anything.
"Should we bring some people to the Realm of Gods this time?" Seeing that I was done with my work, the elder sister handed me a peeled orange and asked gently, "How long will you be gone for?"
"I'm going alone … I'll just bring Icetis. Just treat it as a visit." I stuffed a piece of orange into Little Bubble's hands. Watching as the little lass sucked on the juice like a little squirrel holding a pine cone, I said casually, "We'll probably stay there for three to five days. Let's see what they can find from the ancient vault. The era of the Schilling Man … That is considered ancient even to the Protoss. It will probably take a while to find the information. At the same time, we have to solve the problem of Icetis … "
Going to the Realm of Gods, I only had to solve these two problems. Thinking about it this way, the journey I was about to face could be considered an easy one.
"By the way, let me remind you. Bring my body with you when you leave." Bryndis suddenly spoke in my mind. "Losing control of the divine spell is not necessarily a problem with your soul. It's best to bring your body with you."
I raised my head and looked at the opposite end of the long coffee table. Icetis's body was sitting there dignified. She was expressionless and her eyes were closed. Her hands were folded on her thighs. Her ankle-length silver hair spread out behind her back like a silver waterfall. The winter sun shone on her body. I wasn't sure if it was the Holy Light in the Goddess's body resonating with it, but there seemed to be a faint halo around her body. This was the quiet version of Icetis. She was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, but there was no life in her.
This body could still feel the gazes from the surroundings and could also respond to them. Thus, she followed my gaze and raised her head slightly to look at me in a daze.
"How is it? I'm beautiful, right?" Icetis's soul boasted shamelessly in my mind. "Damn it, I didn't know that I was so beautiful from this angle. I thought that I didn't have any femininity at all. Honestly, are you mesmerized by me? Are you mesmerized …"
Without saying a word, I took out a large piece of tarp and went up to cover Bindis (his body) from head to toe.
"Hey, damn it! What are you doing!"
"It's blinding. I'm covering it to block the light."
Lin was quite efficient. That afternoon, she returned from the Realm of Gods with a lot of gifts. They were all sent by God Father, including snacks and other strange trinkets from the Realm of Gods. I could tell at a glance that they were meant for my group of naughty children. She also sent a reply letter from God Father. As I stuffed a special honey produced by the Goddess of Life into my mouth, I unfolded the letter with little stars and squares. This thing was definitely torn from his daughter's workbook by God Father. The two of us were completely in sync in this aspect.
"My friend Chen Jun, I've received your artwork. It's very creative, but I don't understand the annotations on the back of the artwork …"
I was speechless.
Icetis instantly laughed hysterically in my mind. "Pfft, hahaha! Look at your crappy words that look like they were chewed by a dog! God Father has poor eyesight … "
I lowered my head and buried it deep into my crotch. So what if my words were ugly? So what if I only wrote my name and the word "read"? Do you know Picasso? Do you know Van Gogh? Do you know Malevich? Alright, what I wrote might be harder to understand than what they drew, but I think the main reason is that God Father has poor eyesight …
"That …" Lin looked at me carefully, as if she was afraid that she would do something wrong and get bullied. I waved my hand at her weakly and asked my elder sister to help me write a new note. I had the Dragon God girl make another trip. It must have been hard on this honest girl.
After Lin left, I went to the second floor to find Sandora, who was reviewing official documents in her room. It was time to discuss with her about the ancestor.
Sandora's room had been remodeled to resemble the command center of a starship. There were all kinds of terminals and projection equipment on all four walls. When I entered, she was surrounded by a bunch of dazzling holographic images. Those were all proposals or new research and development materials that the emperor had to personally review. I also saw the blueprint of the next generation Abyss Deep Submersible Ship and a strange-looking twin-hull battleship. This should be what Tawil had submitted.
Sandora looked up and saw me. She immediately smiled happily and said, "Ah Jun, you're here. Look at this. Tawil has combined the Small Disassembly Generator and the weapon carrying platform. This is the draft of the new spaceship …"
She pointed at the strange-looking twin-hull spaceship and said happily. It turned out that this was the new battleship that Tawil had mentioned. It was specially designed for the Small Disassembly Generator (Genesis). I was very touched when I saw the spaceship concept. Tawil finally listened to my suggestion and didn't design a spaceship that looked like a coffin. It looked like two coffins …
"Err …" I tried my best to shift my gaze away from the two coffins. I thought to myself that Tawil probably wouldn't be able to change her aesthetics in this lifetime, so I shouldn't try too hard. "We'll talk about the spaceship later. Today, I mainly want to talk to you about the ancestors. This morning, I met Anthus and the other ancestors who had just been resurrected …"
I spoke for a total of thirty minutes, telling her everything that I had seen and thought about in the morning. I knew that Sandora's attitude toward the ancestors and the decisions she had made were out of good intentions. From the perspective of the Shiring Apostles, these were 'no problem'. However, as the saying goes, 'those who are closely involved cannot see the situation clearly.' Even the wise and meticulous empress had times when she didn't consider things thoroughly. So, I had to remind her of everything at once. I had to let her realize that the ancestors were not only creators, but also a group of physically and mentally fragile mortals.
Sandora didn't interrupt from the beginning to the end. She listened quietly with a thoughtful expression, nodding occasionally. After I was done, she stood up to pour me a glass of water. Then, she said, "So … that's how it is."
"I was hoping that you would think of all this yourself." I took the glass of water and drank half of it in one go. "Icetis was right. Resurrecting the ancestors is a very rash move. For an extinct race, resurrecting a few of them could easily become a form of torture for them. Although the apostles are the inheritors of the Schilling civilization, look at it now. Other than the relationship between the apostles and the Schilling people, there is no 'compatriot' between them. "
Sandora turned off the large number of projections in the room, and the surroundings instantly became quiet. She returned to her desk and sighed softly. "Ah Jun, actually, I know. I have also imagined myself being frozen for a trillion years and then being awakened by a group of strange lifeforms in a completely unfamiliar environment. What would happen if I ended my life there … It's just that I didn't think as much as you did. Plus, I can't really empathize with that kind of fate … I'm sorry, I didn't consider it thoroughly."
I was surprised because I thought that it would take a lot of effort to change her mind. Her Majesty the Queen's decision had always been as unbreakable as steel. I didn't expect her to agree so easily. What do you think I should do with the script that I had prepared for two hours …
"Err," I scratched my head. "Right now, I have already asked the ancestors to organize the voyage logs of that year. Also, I plan to relax the restrictions on their travel. If they are accompanied by the Royal Guards, it shouldn't be a problem for them to wander around the Shadow City. What do you think?"
"I'll listen to you." Sandora let out a long breath and waved her hand forcefully. "I won't care too much about this matter anymore. You are right. I have always used the apostles or even higher standards to measure the ancestors. It is a kind of torture for them."
"… You can't have given up on yourself, right?" I couldn't help but go forward and pinch Sandora's cheeks.
"Chai Wuyu (Of course not!)" Sandora forcefully pried my hands away. "It's just that what you said is very right, so I have to listen. Isn't this the meaning of being a partner? Supporting each other and pointing out each other's mistakes. You are my other half, and I am your … err … "
At this point, Sandora paused for a moment. "Err, I am one-third of your other half …"
I said, "… You don't have to seriously calculate at this time!"
"Damn it, the pressure of being stuck here is huge." Icetis's voice suddenly cut in. "You two be careful. There is still a passive third wheel here."
I almost forgot that this female pervert was still here!
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