Chapter 117
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," the blue-green-eyed boy said, his bright smile looking a bit like a provoking one. The look on his face instantly struck Ursula as incredibly familiar. "Come in, Tower of Babel."
The golden vertical pupils on the tentacle blinked, revealing some doubts.
Why did she feel that this person knew her abilities very well? Otherwise, why would he say "Come in with me" to the tentacle at this moment?
——He clearly knew that she could transform into black mist and appear wherever her tentacles appeared.
"Of course I know your abilities. In fact, there's nothing I don't know about you."
The young man with blue-green eyes seemed to understand how to read minds better than Ursula. He smiled and said, "Don't underestimate the Crest family."
Ursula looked at him suspiciously, and finally appeared in front of the boy through her ability.
When Ursula's true form appeared before him, the strange feeling in her heart became even more obvious - because she could not hear the boy's inner voice at all.
But... can an AI have a voice?
If there really is one, can she catch it?
Ursula, who knew nothing about this, was completely confused.
At this time, the young man seemed to have lost his ability to read minds and did not go forward to answer Ursula's doubts. He just smiled and led the way, asking Ursula to follow him, and once again walked into the tower that almost reached the sky.
"Where are you taking me?" Ursula asked warily. "Also, why are you acting like you own this place?"
"I thought you already knew the answer to this question. I am an AI created by the previous head of the Crest family. Of course, I can come and go freely in the prison."
"No, if that's the case, you should just be a steward or an assistant like Ben, and not be assigned a number 0 and put in a prisoner's position."
The black-haired boy stopped.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at Ursula, who was half a step behind him. Half of her face was shrouded in shadow. The faint blue made Ursula's heart skip a beat for some reason, and she couldn't help but compare it with other blue eyes in her memory.
She heard the black-haired boy drawl out his voice and chuckle with a hint of amusement: "It seems you're not that stupid..."
"Then... I can rest assured..."
He held the last sentence between his lips and teeth, suppressing it so that no one could hear it.
In just a moment, the boy put on his impeccable smile again and said nonchalantly, as if he had just picked an excuse at random, "Of course it's because I'm not as obedient as Ben. Otherwise, what you would see is a me who is hiding something just like Ben."
"You want to help us? Why? Aren't you afraid of offending the warden?"
Ursula stared at him intently and asked urgently.
But only she knew what kind of anxiety and expectation lay behind this rare tension.
"Offended the warden?"
The boy with blue-green eyes lowered his eyelashes, put the words into his mouth and savored them carefully, then a chuckle escaped from his lips, but the words he said were without any emotion, just as light as a white cloud floating in the sky.
"...How do you know that the warden, deep down, is happy about this?"
He changed the subject, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the black-haired girl with a half-smile: "Could it be that in your eyes, the Lord César Crest you know is a Holy Father who is willing to sacrifice everything for himself and willing to follow the established path since birth?"
"I……"
Ursula was stunned for a moment.
In her heart, Caesar is of course always the best.
He was kind, compassionate, and forgiving, and would never have any prejudice against her because of her inhuman appearance and terrifying form. But the Caesar she met was calm, rational, ruthless, and impeccable in his actions. Sometimes, he would even have some harmless little tricks on his friends in front of them, which was a particularly contrasting, hidden childishness.
What exactly is he thinking in his heart?
"A person is not black and white, Ursula." Number 0 said, "So I give him a chance, and I give you a chance."
He stopped.
They had reached the tower of Babel.
This tower is extremely high, so you can see extremely far. You can see the whole of Eastwood at a glance, and even the sea in the distance.
The sound of the wind whistled in Ursula's ears. She saw the boy's hair being blown up by the wind, revealing his delicate and cold eyebrows hidden under the hair. And those eyes that made her feel extremely familiar were now looking at another Jedi besides the Dead Sea with extraordinary calmness.
"The Northern Desolate Ice Territory and the Della Dead Sea are known as two places where humans are forbidden to tread. Legend has it that there is an abandoned temple there."
Ursula suddenly raised her eyes and looked where the boy was looking.
The Northern Frostlands were much farther from Eastwood, at least farther than the Dead Sea of Della. But when Ursula looked in that direction from the tower, she could still see the endless frost and feel the lingering, biting cold.
She remembered the prophecy she had read in the wordless book.
"That shrine..." The girl pursed her lips slightly: "That's where Caesar will go in the end, right?"
The boy remained silent.
He stood in front of Ursula, tilting his head slightly. It was difficult for Ursula to see his expression. She could only hear him say in a joking tone:
"Or we can rephrase it—that's your last chance."
Ursula remained silent, cracking her knuckles.
"Very good—I have said all I wanted to say."
The boy concluded happily.
Then his speech slowed down.
"The day that Shazo Freeman's imprisonment ended, that was the day the warden left the prison for the Shrine."
"I... can't show up for too long. You knew of my existence because Freeman revealed it, and you ignored my words and so on—"
"But I still have a piece of advice for you."
The black-haired boy turned around and looked at her with a smile. His blue-green mechanical eyes were completely darkened due to the backlight, and he had a deep and unfathomable smile in his eyes, as well as a calmness as if he had seen everything.
“Time is the most uncontrollable thing.”
"If one day you are really forced into a desperate situation, at least please always remember this sentence."
…
Ursula sat alone in the cell thinking all night.
I still don't know what No. 0 is talking about.
Ursula: “…”
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Forget it, maybe it was just another prophecy she saw from somewhere. If it hadn't happened, she might never know what the other party was hinting at.
But since he said it was advice, it must be well-intentioned. Even if it doesn't actually help, it will probably help ease the mood, right? After all, it's something to "remember when you're cornered."
...forced into a desperate situation.
The black-haired girl huddled up and buried her head in her arms.
She didn't want to be pushed into a desperate situation by her best friend at all.
How nice it would be if she could go back to the days in prison... Even though the material conditions at that time could even be said to be poor, she was very happy.
Even when you are sad, just thinking about it can warm your whole body to happiness.
…
Ben had clearly hinted that the day Xia Zuo was released from the prison would also be the day they would leave Eastwood. So, their plan to take advantage of this opportunity and follow Xizel directly to the Northern Wasteland Ice Territory went surprisingly smoothly.
Although they still had some doubts about Zero's words, there was no need for the other party to lie to them about such matters. After all, when the time came, they only needed to let Xia Zuo know the whereabouts of the warden and they would know the answer.
She wanted to find an opportunity to inform Xia Zuo not to try to sense the warden's location too often in the next few days, and to conserve his energy so that he could continue to track the warden on the day he left Eastwood.
After making up her mind, she silently extended her tentacles towards the prison cell.
…
"You're back."
Ben stood in an inconspicuous shadow, bowing slightly to the black-haired boy who opened the door, as if he was addressing the real master of this prison.
The blue-green-eyed boy who had just said, "I'm just a prisoner, a creation of the previous head of the Crest family," and always had a smile on his face, now had a completely dull expression, as if he were an exquisite puppet without a clockwork expression.
At this moment, he was very similar to the warden of the past.
The black-haired boy turned his head to look at Ban and said to him calmly, "You can begin preparations to enter the Shrine."
Ben did not ask too many questions about the black-haired boy's previous actions, nor did he think about anything he shouldn't think about. As a loyal servant of the Crest family for generations, he only needed to obey the orders of this generation's master.
He would never question anything César Crest wanted to do.
So he responded respectfully and began to compile a list of necessary items for the warden's outing.
After all, the legendary temple in the Northern Wilderness Ice Territory certainly cannot be entered casually. Even if an ordinary person goes there, he probably won’t be able to find where the temple is.
——Of course, those ordinary people might die earlier on the outskirts of the Northern Wilderness Ice Territory.
As an agent family, the Crest family naturally has the means to find the shrine, open the door and enter the shrine.
"When do you plan to leave?"
Ben asked as he made plans for his young master.
The black-haired boy casually opened a book and leaned against the window to read it in the natural light. He answered very casually and decided casually:
"Let's choose the day before Freeman is released from the cell."
The author has something to say:
No. 0: Hey, a little error is normal.
Xia Zuo:......
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