“So that’s how it is…” Xizel’s eyes swept across the comic screen. After knowing the whole process of Xia Zuo sensing him, he was very calm: “Ah, fortunately, it seems that his mental state is stable. We can continue.”
Comic Will: "..."
I suggest you look in the mirror and see how conscienceless you are.
But, “can continue”?
It hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What are you going to do? Just like you said... I have dug too many holes for you."
When the black-haired young man heard this, he did not say something that would choke him as usual, but lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Do you believe in fate?"
Comic Will: "Ah?"
Inexplicably, it felt a mysterious atmosphere. The black-haired young man lowered his eyes and closed the book in his hand, as if a god or Buddha lowered his eyes. For a moment, the feeling that Christine brought to it resurfaced - no, compared to Christine, the warden at this moment possessed an unspeakable divinity.
This feeling made it almost impossible to make a sound, and it could only say in a daze: "...What do you mean?"
"Literally." The black-haired young man smiled lightly, and suddenly broke away from that mysterious and isolated atmosphere, as freely as the most famous performer.
"Fatalism, it's interesting - isn't it?"
The comic's mind poked its head out curiously: "So the script you prepared is about an inescapable fate...?"
I feel like this is not a good idea...
Maybe it will be very...desperate.
…
Since Xia Zuo sensed Xizel's presence again, his emotions quickly stabilized.
He thought about his condition over the past few days and felt a little complicated.
From the beginning, Caesar was the one who reminded him to "control his emotions" behind him. Even if they had reached this point, his presence could still keep the high priest, who needed bright emotions the most, stable.
...How did it come to this?
Xia Zuo was a little frustrated, but he was not someone who would give up easily.
There is still a chance, he thought, things haven't reached the worst point yet.
As long as we find out the truth, we can trace the root cause and find a solution to the problem.
He firmly believes that everything can be redeemed, and nothing can be "unfinished once started". If it can't be, it must be that he hasn't worked hard enough.
Moreover, he had another mission to accomplish. He could not afford to be pessimistic and could not be the first to fall. Eastwood was definitely not the end.
After encouraging himself, Xia Zuo went for a walk outside the Tower of Babel as usual after work. When he didn't see Ursula, he returned to his cell.
I don't think Ursula will suffer any loss.
Subconsciously, he still believed in his best friend's arrangement.
At this time, Ursula, who was being cared about by her friends, was still struggling with the books on the first floor.
Yes, it had been nearly a week and she was still struggling on the first level.
The black-haired girl looked gloomily at the book that refused to yield, clenched the dust brush in her hand, and said faintly, "Still running?"
The book stuck in the corner: "..."
The book looked gray, as if it had been placed on the corner of a table and then taken out. It didn't even have a title or a decent cover, but was wrapped in thick black paper, acting as a fragile layer of protection.
But she had long discovered that this thing seemed to have its own intelligence. Once she looked away, it would disappear, and when it reappeared, it would be covered in dust again. No matter what she did, it was impossible to make it truly and thoroughly clean.
Normally, Ursula would not even glance at it. A book was of no importance to her unless it was a book that Césaire asked her to read or gave to her for safekeeping.
——But now, organizing and cleaning the collection of books was her job, and it was a job assigned to her by the warden, so this behavior of obstructing her work seemed particularly hateful.
The black-haired girl said expressionlessly: "If you do that again, I will tear you apart and swallow you into my stomach."
When she spoke, her sharp teeth could be vaguely seen, which made people feel extremely frightened.
Because this is an essential weapon for wild beasts to bite their prey, and it is a symbol of bloodiness and cruelty, but it appears on a girl who looks like a human.
"Or," the black-haired girl tilted her head, the whites of her eyes gradually turning strangely dark, "Do you want to try the feeling of soaking in sea water?"
Book:"……"
It fell in front of the black-haired girl, indicating that it didn't want to experience the feeling of being bitten by sharp teeth or soaked in sea water at all.
After threatening the disobedient book, she cleaned it up and closed it, preparing to lock it in the bookcase, but she accidentally saw the inside of the book with a pure black cover, and the last name "Kleist" seemed to flash by.
——What is recorded in this book?
Ursula stopped moving immediately.
She unceremoniously opened the book and quickly started flipping through it from the beginning, only to find that most of the contents were blank, with only a very small portion of blurry words showing through, which she could barely understand. It was as if the other parts were locked up and only this part could be noticed by her.
When it came to a certain person, she showed rare patience and slowly identified the names in the book.
[On September 27, 1780 in the Federal Calendar, the last descendant of the family in the prophecy was born.]
[This is the Son of God in the prophecy, the Agent, the Man from the Other World. Even if he is a baby, when he opens his eyes and looks at others, people can't help but bow to him, so we forbid those tribesmen with weak willpower to get close to him. This is a kind of protection for others, and also a kind of protection for him.]
[This child is so special, we must protect him. Protect his identity from prying eyes, protect..., protect his... ...opportunity.]
The black-haired girl narrowed her eyes.
——It’s so annoying, I can’t see clearly.
As if sensing her emotions, the page of the book she was holding shuddered slightly.
Ursula was satisfied to see that the clarity of the handwriting in the book had reached a new level, but some parts were still not "seeable" by her.
She ignored the unclear words and read straight down. Finally, on a certain page, she saw a sentence whose meaning could be recognized again.
[Everything is ready. Although I am reluctant to let him go, this is the only way.]
[This is something he cannot choose. It is not something he chooses. But it is something his destiny chooses.]
[Before we mobilized the whole clan to send him to a place where he could never be spied on by anyone or any talent, we finally decided on his official name.]
[We unanimously decided to name him——]
【Cesare Cleist】
——Power is in your hands, just as the stars surround the sun and the moon, and all things bow to you.
…
"She has looked into the book, Master Warden."
Ben stood in front of the young man, reporting in a low voice the recent situation of the black-haired girl, but he did not dare to look up from beginning to end.
The black-haired young man had no other expression on his face. He just said calmly: "It's just the first floor."
Yes, the "level" of the library does not refer to the space at all, but the confinement revealed by the long-standing wordless book - or the confinement that it has broken free from.
Speaking of wordless books...
Cesar tilted his head.
Where no one else can see, the blue book-shaped earrings reflected the light, like an exquisite and dazzling sapphire moonstone, making it difficult for people to look away once they see it.
"Kleist's Book Without Words".
He hasn't used the save and load capabilities of this book for a while. But he can't let the existing capabilities go to waste, so he's looking for ways to develop them.
In his vision, books are just a form of expression, and ultimately it comes down to the type of power and the operation of power.
But now is not the time to think about this, there are other things waiting for him to consider.
The black-haired young man's eyes fell on Ban. Although he noticed that his body suddenly tensed up, he didn't care:
"Let her go and see how many floors she can reach. It doesn't matter even if she can only see the end."
"after all……"
The black-haired young man lowered his eyes slightly.
He stopped talking naturally and leaned back slightly. There was no expression in his blue eyes, only his dark hair cast a shadow on his porcelain white skin.
Ban didn't care, nor did he ask any more questions. Instead, he nodded and said, "Recently, the bird breeder... is a little bit strange."
The warden tilted his head. Although it was a compliment, his tone was so calm that it made people feel a little strange: "As expected of Ben, you can see it after all."
After all, although the bird breeder was relatively obscure and had the support of the picket tower behind him, Eastwood was under the jurisdiction of Ben before the warden officially took office. And now, even though Ben has retreated to the second line, he is still assisting the warden and has the second-level authority of some prisons. It can be said that under the warden, he has the strongest control over Eastwood.
If he was such a loser and couldn't see any clues at all, this prison wouldn't have been peaceful for more than ten years.
"Will you take any action? Warden?"
Ben asked respectfully, lowering his head.
“…”
The atmosphere was quiet for a while.
The black-haired young man seemed to think about something briefly, without any emotion, and then made a decision. He said nonchalantly: "No need. I roughly know what he wants to do, and I also want to take this opportunity to do something."
The warden tilted his head slightly and looked out the window. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, but could not bring him even a trace of warmth.
It even made him feel as if he no longer belonged to this world, as if the black-haired young man with pale complexion and handsome face would disappear in the blink of an eye.
The black-haired young man withdrew his gaze from the sky and returned his gaze to the not-small but more enclosed office.
Then he said calmly:
"This opportunity is the third time."