Looking at Rachel's stubborn face, Eliad seemed to see the girl who was as resilient as a reed more than ten years ago.
After a moment of distraction, Eliad softened his tone: "Richie, I know what you've done all these years, and I understand that you want to find a path to freedom for the alien races. However, things are not as simple as you think... Simply supporting a king to the throne cannot fundamentally solve the current predicament of the alien races."
Rachel seemed to have something to say, but after opening her mouth, she ultimately gave up on speaking.
“Let’s not talk about this anymore.” Eliard picked up the book on the table again, opened it, and said as he read, “I’m very interested in Terence’s theories on microorganisms. If you can, I would like to see more books of this type.”
Rachel nodded slightly: "I will send someone to buy some more textbooks from Muxi University and send them here."
“Parasitites, bacteria, viruses… It’s hard to imagine that such wondrous things could exist in a space the size of a pinhole. This theory has opened up a new field in biology, and many difficult problems will be solved because of this discovery.” Eliard shifted his gaze from the book to a microscope model not far away: “If Theodore were still alive today, he would surely be overjoyed by this great discovery.”
"Elder Eliade, do you know that the founder of microbiology is none other than the Holy King of Twilight City?"
Eliard turned to look at Rachel, a smile playing on his lips: "Of course I know it was that man named Todd who built everything from scratch... Rachel, you know what? Whenever you mention that man, your face always lights up with genuine joy."
"Me? Do I?" Rachel turned her head toward the glass jar and was surprised to find in the reflection that her face was full of a bright smile.
Seeing the woman's expression, Iliad instantly understood what was going on.
"Richie, how does that Holy King of Muxi treat you?"
Rachel's smile slowly faded, leaving only a trace of sadness on her face: "He...treats me very well."
Iliad watched her expression intently and pressed, "Really?"
Rachel nodded firmly: "Really."
Iliad stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said, "You left Twilight City because he was concerned about your status?"
Rachel shook her head gently: "No, I left him on my own initiative."
Iliad closed his eyes and sighed deeply: "Alas, is it because of your body?"
Rachel didn't speak, but simply lowered her head even further.
"Using a soul-transferring ritual, the ideal recipient is a body that has been dead for no more than 12 hours. However, this ritual has several major problems. One of them is that although the body after the soul transfer can speak and move, and appears no different from an ordinary person, some basic physiological functions are lost. A woman's reproductive function is one of them..."
Rachel's mouth was full of bitterness: "I understand what you're saying."
Iliad stroked his beard and said helplessly, "For a kingdom, offspring are indeed the most important thing. I can understand that you are willing to leave him... but don't you feel regretful? After all, it was you who helped that Holy King build Twilight City into what it is today. Leaving like this is tantamount to giving up everything."
Rachel smiled and shook her head: "A craftsman has meticulously crafted a perfect work of art. No matter how much the craftsman likes the piece, there is no need for him to forcibly possess it. Finding an owner who can appreciate and cherish the work is the craftsman's proper wish."
Eliard's hand, stroking his beard, stopped. He looked at the composed woman before him in astonishment and said incredulously, "Ratchet, you've changed. Or rather, you've grown up. The you of the past was filled with hatred and unease, but now I see a woman of unwavering will."
The old man stood up and said happily, "During the time you were growing up, I was always worried that one day you would become that woman..."
Seeing Iliad hesitate, Rachel smiled and said, "I am me, she is her, I will never..."
Before he finished speaking, a long and continuous horn sound came from outside the room.
Rachel's smile froze on her face, and her composure and confidence gradually faded.
Iliad looked out the window, his brow furrowed and his face serious.
"This horn sound means... Eleanor... has returned."
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Dusk in Xicheng, northern port area, abandoned shipyard, late at night.
The werewolf Aldnan stretched out his sharp claws, grabbed the top of the stone fence, arched his back, and with a sudden burst of strength from his legs, lightly vaulted over the high wall.
Looking at the dark building under the night sky, Aldenan's eyes were sharp and his face was solemn.
"Hey, hey! Aldenan! Give me a hand! I can't get up there!"
Hearing that rough and deep voice, Aldenan rolled his eyes and turned to look at the orc Carol in the corner.
"Carol, perhaps the task of keeping watch would suit you better?"
Carroll craned his neck, looking at the werewolf on the wall, and said indignantly, "We finally found that bastard's trail, how could I just sit here like an idiot?!"
Aldenan said with a headache, "You're too heavy, you can't climb up at all..."
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