Chapter 923 I Won’t Leave

All in all the result is good.

With Grunewald's full support, the relocation of the Ziggurat encountered no difficulties.

With the help and guidance of their instructors, the students packed up their most valuable personal belongings in an orderly manner. The documents, specimens, large undead and spliced ​​corpses had to be left here for the time being. The ongoing experiments were forced to be suspended, and the half-made undead and spliced ​​corpses were forced to be destroyed to avoid getting out of control.

The power supply to the psychic tower was cut off floor by floor, and the lights gradually went out - just like turning off all the power in the house, locking the windows, and closing the pipe valves before going on a long journey.

The flow in pipelines "No. 1" to "No. 3" also stopped, all laboratory instruments were shut down, and the doors were sealed and locked from the outside.

One after another, the half-born undead and the corpse materials that had not yet been used were pushed into the emerald green pool and gradually dissolved with a hissing sound of corrosion.

At this moment, Grunewald had returned to the top floor to pack up his own things, and the students were also packing their luggage while chatting.

Aiwass originally wanted to find someone he knew, but Vice Principal Adolf kept following Aiwass and chatting non-stop.

"Did you go to see Master Chongbo later?"

Adolf asked curiously.

“It’s all back.”

Aiwass sighed. "It happened yesterday—when Xingtan's accident happened, we were having a celebration party."

"Are you asleep yet? Want to take a break? By the time the students are done packing, I estimate it'll be four or five hours... enough time for a good night's sleep."

"I slept for half an hour, which was enough."

Aiwass declined politely, "But I'm a little thirsty... Is there anything I can drink?"

He was also a little tired. Not physically, but mentally.

“…Really?”

Adolf thought for a moment and then took Aiwass to a higher floor.

That was the now-empty water bar, but judging by the dust, it still had plenty of signs of use, suggesting quite a few people had sat there last night. There were also some wine glasses on the tables, left uncollected after drinking.

Adolf skillfully took out the concentrated juice from the counter, which had been preserved for an unknown period of time.

He didn't even ask Aiwass what he wanted to drink, but just made two glasses of iced orange juice - he even made the ice cubes on the spot.

"Please tell me more. I'll give you some juice. I don't know if His Holiness the Pope has any dietary restrictions, so I won't pour you any wine..."

Adolf pushed one of the glasses of juice toward Aiwass: "Is that really a relic from the Amber Age?"

"Really...it tastes pretty good."

Aiwass nodded, finished his perfectly chilled orange juice, and introduced the silent Cardinal Galatea to Adolf. "This is Cardinal Galatea—she accompanied me into the ruins."

Ever since Aiwass said that to Cardinal Galatea, she had become silent, as if her CPU had burned out. She remained silent until now. Even when facing the old lich, she didn't say a word... and the old lich ignored her completely, as if he hadn't seen her.

Fortunately, the automatic following seemed to be still on, so at least I could follow Aiwass and not fall behind.

"By the Candlelighter—it is a pleasure to meet you, Holy Cardinal Galatea!"

After Adolf politely bowed to Cardinal Galatea, he saw that she didn't react, so he shook his head and turned to Aiwass and asked, "What does Master Albrecht Dürer want to gain from this?"

That is Master Chongbo's real name.

Aiwass replied, "A piece of amber of light. Master Amber said, 'I must get a piece of amber of light no matter what.' For this reason, he left everything else alone."

"Amber of Light...it turns out this thing really exists."

Adolf sighed, "It turns out that archaeology often yields good things."

"What is it used for?"

Aiwass couldn't help but ask.

"A key to open a 'world copy'. You could think of it as... it can 'copy' someone whose body is gone, or preserve something that has been destroyed from an earlier timeline. I guess—just a guess—that the master might want to copy someone. After all, he went to great lengths to develop the art of resurrection. There must be a motive, right?"

Adolf said with a smile.

After all, he and Master Amber share the same heritage—Adolf indeed knows how to use the Amber of Light.

He added: "Well... please forgive me for using the word 'copy', because I don't think that is a true resurrection. At most, it can only be regarded as creating a person who is exactly the same as the original."

When he first heard the word "copy," Aiwass was even startled—he thought he was going to play a copy. But halfway through, he realized that this was a true "copy"—like a copy or rubbing of a book.

Literally speaking, if there is a "copy", there should be an "original". A copy is a reproduction of the original.

"...meaning, a replica of something or someone pulled straight from the old days?"

Aiwass was surprised by this: "Can preservation technology even do something like this?"

"That's the only ancient spell that's been preserved intact!"

Adolf was quite proud. "In ancient times, spellcasters of the Tower of Babel could even reach the dream world and become gods through these miraculous spells! By the way, what period of history do the ruins you visited refer to? Is it part of the known history?"

"It's the Tower of Babel."

Aiwass replied, "The only remnant of the Tower of Babel."

“—Oh, my God!”

Adolf's eyes suddenly widened and his words stopped abruptly.

"Oh, if I had known earlier... I would have gone with you! Damn... what a coincidence..."

His body immediately leaned forward, and a strong desire flashed in his eyes, even the dim yellow in his eyes was diluted a little.

He rubbed his hands together like a fly, and said eagerly, even earnestly, "Quick, tell me... No, Your Holiness, please let me hear the secret—what would you like to drink? Before I became a necromancer, I was a bartender."

"Just orange juice."

Aiwass first ordered food, and then told Adolf in detail about his experience of this archaeological adventure.

The middle-aged necromancer is also quite cooperative. His expression becomes colorful and full of exaggerated emotions as Aiwass narrates, providing the narrator with strong emotional value.

It wasn't until he heard the Tower of Babel collapse under the attack of the Fallen Angels... that his expression suddenly turned into disbelief.

That frozen expression lasted for a long time before he gradually fell silent.

That feeling is like a fanatical believer making a pilgrimage to a holy place, only to find that the holy place has been demolished and turned into a commercial district.

After anger, there is silence.

“…Ahh.”

Adolf sighed and slumped back in his chair. "I was wondering, how could this be... such a coincidence? As expected, I've never been able to catch up with anything new and exciting in my life. But it doesn't matter... well..."

"Do you like the Tower of Babel?"

Suddenly, Cardinal Galatea, who had been silent for a long time, spoke softly.

That was the extent that Aiwass was about to call it a medical miracle - but Adolf didn't realize anything. He just nodded seriously: "I think it's so romantic. It's the most romantic event in human history... no, in the history of intelligent life."

"……romantic?"

As a contractor of the Twin Mirror, it was obviously the first time for Cardinal Galatea to hear someone use such words to describe the Tower of Babel.

To her, it was just her "mission," her "job." But after Galatea was reborn as a construct, it was a painful past that she could never touch.

Just like how people feared the device in the Tower of Babel, that was Cardinal Galatea's understanding of humanity.

Her eyes widened, unable to believe that an intelligent life form that had never come into contact with the Tower of Babel could worship it so fanatically: "Which part do you mean?"

"--all."

Adolf's decadent words were now filled with emotion: "People gather together, contributing their light and heat to the miracle of the sky... Indeed, this is the true meaning of 'power'. If 'wisdom' and 'power' can be perfectly integrated, then all miracles can be achieved..."

"…A miracle, huh?"

Cardinal Galatea suddenly looked at Aiwass and thought of something.

——If the fire is not hot enough, burn me first.

Aiwass's words echoed in her heart.

Her job was to complete the miracle of the Tower of Babel - that was not her career, nor was it a miracle she created.

The former "Galatea" was merely a tiny part of this great creation. It was her everything, but she lost everything, and also lost the meaning and value of her existence.

Now that she is still alive, what is the use?

Her only value is to demonstrate the "reality of that era."

——It’s just a specimen.

It is the wreckage that has been "preserved" to this day.

Her time has long been stagnant.

And now...

…She might also have a chance to become part of the miracle of the new era.

It was as if the stagnant time had flown on again, and she no longer needed to be silent and cold like a doll.

It was as if the scaly being "Galatea" from the past had come back to life—

"The same is true of dusk and beauty."

Aiwass chuckled and said, "That is the miracle of the holy number adding up to eleven. You are on the right track."

"The path—there's no such thing as the right one. And according to your statement, it also includes dedication and transcendence."

Adolf smiled and drew inferences from his experience: "I remember that Your Holiness the Pope also took this route?"

"Yes."

Aiwass nodded and said seriously, "I call it the 'Path of Miracles.' When the sum of the sacred numbers is ten, the two paths will enter an inert cycle and fall into nothingness; but when the sum of the sacred numbers reaches eleven, they have the power to create miracles."

"It's wonderful... a miracle..."

Adolf sighed and slumped down in his chair. "Will I still have a chance to witness a miracle..."

"It will happen," Aiwass said soothingly. "There's still plenty of time."

“…I’m afraid not so much.”

Adolf shook his head slightly. "My time is almost up. I'm afraid I won't even be able to see the Fallen Angels being defeated."

Hearing this, Aiwass widened his eyes slightly.

He realized something: "Aren't you planning to retire and travel?"

"It's the same thing, just a matter of where to bury it. I don't really want to be with these kids. It's too noisy, and I'll forget I want to sleep, and I'm afraid I'll never sleep well... Now is the perfect time, it's so quiet here."

The vice-principal smiled, obviously not intending to move: "You go, I'll look after the house.

"Someone has to be left guarding the door, right? Otherwise, it would be terrible if those demons came in and messed up the house.

"Just leave me alone, that's enough—it just so happens that I also want to be the real tower master for a few days."

"...You originally wanted to go to the ruins of the Tower of Babel?"

Aiwass guessed what Adolf was thinking: "Do you want to die there?"

"Yeah," Adolf nodded. "I thought about it that way just now... dying in the midst of collapsing splendor, buried by the collapse of time, how romantic. But I originally planned to stay here, so it doesn't matter.

"Oh, it actually shook my original idea... Is this the remnant of a miracle? Just a name can rekindle some of my stagnant interest...

"...Speaking of which, Your Holiness. Do you know that my childhood dream...was that after I died, a strong man would lift my body and throw it into the center of the sun. I even got beaten by my parents for this 'dream'..."

Adolf waved his hand and didn't continue.

He was just a little disappointed, but smiled gently: "I am very happy to finally hear such a story.

"When you defeat the Fallen Angels and retake the Ziggurat... Your Holiness, please remember to come back.

"—When the time comes, I have a small gift for you."

Update completed meow!

This is a scheduled release. If there are any typos, I will correct them when I wake up!

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