Chapter 110
Ben stared at the young man who had just returned home.
He watched the other person looking out the window and then calmly looking away, and inexplicably thought of a kind of bird that sometimes hovered in the sky above the Eastwood Prison for the Insane. This bird traveled between the Dead Sea and the land, flying hundreds of meters above the ground.
This kind of creature should be very free, not bound by fate, not bound by morality.
Ben suddenly felt a little pathetic.
"What are you thinking about?"
A pleasant young man's voice suddenly sounded in the silence.
When Ben came to his senses, he was met with the dark-haired young man's abyss-like, emotionless gaze. In just a moment, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.
"I'm sorry, Warden, please forgive me."
He knelt on the ground, without the slightest hope, knowing that the warden must have seen what he was thinking, even though he was wearing a mask that only revealed his eyes.
The warden seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, and he had seen the method of revealing all hidden secrets.
The air felt increasingly stagnant.
Then, at a certain point, he heard the warden say:
"It's time to deliver lunch to 2512."
All the feelings of suffocation, stagnation and terrible pressure just now suddenly disappeared like an illusion, as if they had never appeared.
The warden didn't seem to blame him, let alone impose any punishment on him.
But the cold sweat still remained on Ben's body, telling him that the fear that had just penetrated his soul was real.
The Warden was not a being to be pitied by humanity. No one else was worthy of such sympathy. If such thoughts were allowed to grow unchecked, even if the Warden didn't intend to blame them, they would eventually go mad or die.
And what was he doing just now?
Ben didn't dare to have any other thoughts. He backed out of the warden's office and went to get the food to be sent to 2512 in person.
2512's current job was in the library, which was located in the Tower of Babel. It wasn't accessible to anyone, not even the staff, and the prisoners could only observe from a distance. Under these circumstances, the prison guards responsible for delivering meals naturally couldn't deliver them to her.
Besides... 2512's diet is somewhat different from that of normal people.
There have been cases of pica in prisons in the past, but the general way prisons deal with it is that if you want to eat, you can eat, and no one will care if you don’t want to eat, unless you have the best work performance this month.
But 2512 is not a serious prisoner, so he cannot completely ignore the feelings of the person involved.
Since 2512 had saved his life to some extent today, Ben thoughtfully had someone add a gray rat when he brought her food.
Seeing him coming, the black-haired girl tilted her head. In the dimly lit library, her eyes seemed to reflect light, looking a little strange. "It's not a cupcake."
Hearing her flat confirmation, Ben laughed a little: "No."
It seems that the pink strawberry cake did have a certain impact on 2512.
"The warden later learned that you didn't like that kind of food, and he personally ordered me to replace your ingredients."
Ben said, "Please use it."
The black-haired girl took the plate without hesitation and tilted her head to look at it. Even though her face was still expressionless, Ben could sense that she seemed a little happy. Her words and actions were completely different from her politeness: "Thank you, Warden."
Ban nodded and walked out.
The door to the library was closed again.
After finishing the lunch that Césaire specially prepared for her, Ursula continued her work, and finally saw the book again after finishing everything meticulously.
Unlike the last time I saw it, the cover of the book this time turned dark blue, just like the sky after the sunlight completely disappeared.
Its color seems to be getting lighter step by step.
The book noticed her gaze: "..."
Seeing the black-haired girl walking towards it, it jumped up and ran. The strength it possessed was enough to lift it up and move it quickly in the library.
It took a lot of effort for Ursula to press it down again. While turning the pages of the book, she thought silently that in two days, when the tentacles could be used in the library, she would never chase it again.
——By then, the entire library will be her nest.
More writing unfolded before her.
…
[This child's appearance was predicted by the family's distinguished prophet a thousand years ago, when his talent was still flourishing and powerful.]
[The one predicted to be born with him was the child of the Freeman family, the last descendant of the Freeman clan, and was called "the key to saving the world."]
But he is different.
He is not the key.
[——He is the cornerstone, the carrier of everything.]
…
A barely perceptible look of confusion appeared on the black-haired girl's face.
……cornerstone?
What is the cornerstone? It sounds like something bad.
She blinked and found that the text after this paragraph, which seemed to best explain this statement, was all incomplete and blurred, and there was no way to recognize it.
With the experience from last time, she decisively gave up struggling and continued to flip backwards.
[…When he was born, the elders of the clan used a secret family method to test his inspiration. This method can accurately determine the intensity of inspiration to a rough value.]
As a family inheriting the bloodline of the Agents, the Crests' inspiration is generally far superior to that of ordinary gifted individuals, but the intensity of his inspiration is still astonishing... This makes it even more necessary to send him out of here... There are many secret methods for detecting the intensity of inspiration at the Patrol Tower, and such a high level of inspiration is difficult to conceal.
[However, although it is difficult, there is a solution. ]
What really needs to be taken into consideration is that such high inspiration may lead to premature development when he is young.
[…We cannot allow his fate to be changed by external forces.]
[Our status as agents gives us more convenience and allows us to provide the best environment for this child.]
[He will have enough material possessions and prestige there, but his only drawback is that he will become physically weak and plagued by illness due to ■■■■■.]
[This is a necessary process, and the child will gradually understand.]
Ursula turned to the next page, which was already blank.
“……?”
That’s all?
Ursula was a little stunned.
But she also knew that this information alone represented a lot.
After all, Ursula just has different values from humans, but that doesn't mean she is stupid.
[The last descendant of the Freeman family is the key to saving the world.]
The word "key" has two different meanings in human language. The other meaning is "key".
Therefore, in conjunction with the "foundation" below, what I want to express here is the "key", but it can also be said that -
[The last descendant of the Freiman family is the key to saving the world.]
Familiar?
Very familiar.
Ursula tilted her head slightly, thinking of that day she didn't want to recall. The daughter of the director of the Federal Executive Agency, who was still alive and wearing a red dress, stood in front of the black-haired boy and said resolutely:
"That priest-like Xia Zuo Kaili is the key! He absolutely cannot die here!"
So, the black-haired boy replied to her:
"I will die for him."
When Ursula heard these words, she wanted only to tear out her mouth, pull out her tongue, and throw her into the sea—wasn't she a monster from the deep? The human part of her had long been worn away by day after day of imprisonment and experimentation, and the little that remained was awakened by César.
But now is not the time to be upset.
The black-haired girl puffed out her cheeks and continued to reminisce unhappily.
At that time, that Jace said that Xia Zuo Kaili's situation and his coming to the Executive Office were all predicted by the prophet on their side.
Generally speaking, the predictions a prophet can obtain are all perceived from a higher level and dimension. The difference in the ability of the prophet is often reflected in the time it takes to obtain the prediction and the degree of accuracy.
Ursula believed that the prophet of the Crest family a thousand years ago would have killed the current prophet of the Federation in seconds, and it was obvious that this prophecy was complementary to the prophecy made for César, and "key" was more in line with the overall context rather than "key".
The most inspired person in the world today is not the high priest Xia Zuo Freeman, but the agent, cornerstone, and last descendant of the Crest family, Xi Zeer.
So in Xia Zuo's explanation, the talent crystal that should have killed him was triggered by Xizel, and Xizel also fulfilled his promise - he died for his friend.
This is the beginning of everything... separation.
The black-haired girl stared at the book in her hand in a daze.
Who recorded this? Was it Caesar's more distant elder, or perhaps his parents?
...Was Caesar's meeting with them really just a coincidence, or was it something that had been planned long ago and was destined to happen?
The black-haired girl pursed her lips. She didn't think the emotions Xizel displayed were fake or a performance. Xia Zuo, aside from her, could easily sense whether someone had good intentions towards him. This was his excellent intuition.
That leaves only one option -
Even without deliberate arrangements, intentional approach, and step-by-step calculations, fate still arranged for the black-haired boy to meet them one day, and look at them with a calm gaze that was somewhat complicated, involved but also staying out of it.
She suddenly thought of Xia Zuo's strange worry about Xi Ze -
"It feels like Caesar has absolutely no desire to live... and his body is so weak, I can't help but worry."
She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt like retching. It was as if the food she'd just eaten hadn't been absorbed by her body. She couldn't tell if it was the food or the unspeakable anxiety and fear that made her feel dizzy.
She had a vague sense of something, and it was this feeling that made her stand still, almost trembling all over, and dared not move forward.
The world and time seemed to form a circle in the dark, without her knowing, and repaired themselves. Everything was moving forward according to the predetermined trajectory and would not stop for anything.
There's no escape, no break.
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