Chapter 49
The black-haired boy could tell she wasn't lying, so he listened to her quietly until she finished. But then he narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked:
"You know so much, how could the CEO let you escape?"
Ina was stunned.
"Think about it carefully, young lady."
The smile in Xizel's eyes faded, and he returned to a calmness as glacial as ice. He said lightly, "It's not your fault that you're stupid, but don't let others take advantage of you and then feel complacent."
——If he had a daughter who knew so much and whose ideas were different from his, to put it mildly, he would not show mercy.
I think even if that person loves his daughter madly, he would not make such an obvious mistake.
It's just that there are wolves in front and tigers behind. It seems that we give them a new choice with good intentions, but in fact, no matter what choice they make, the result will be the same in the eyes of the other party.
If you want to break free, you have to kill——
Either kill or be killed.
Xizel didn't care what the delicate princess thought.
Everything he had said just now was just for the comic readers. Now that his goal had been achieved, he naturally wouldn't say anything gentle to her.
no need.
——Of course, even this attitude is what he gave to future comic readers, so that they can have a clue about some things.
Cesare: I worry too much about the rationality of comics.jpg
He ignored Ina Jess and looked down at the central conference room which seemed to be still calm.
There was no fear or tension in the black-haired boy's blue eyes. Even after being bombarded with information that seemed both true and false, he still maintained that calmness that was even a little creepy.
It was as if he didn't care at all about life or death or winning or losing.
Ina couldn't help but be distracted for a moment, thinking—
Compared to Xia Zuo, he is more like the prophesied high priest who can awaken the sleeping gods - the most "inspired" divine patron among humans.
However, the reality did not let Ina continue to be in a trance. The black-haired boy quickly made a decision. He ordered Ursula to cover the retreat - if she also went with them, it would be okay to save Xia Zuo alone, but saving two would be a bit difficult for him as he was not good at fighting - he did not want to let himself fall into the state of zero san value for the time being.
Then Xizel called Xia Zuo to take him past the blockade and head to the execution office, which seemed particularly lively because of the fight.
César really didn't feel nervous at all.
When he was rescued from the Central Jail, he didn't do nothing - he saved the game on the spot.
Reloading a save will cause him to lose Sanity, which is not a problem, after all, it is a hard rule that you can only reload a save after dying. You can save a game, and besides overwriting the last save point, there is no limit to the number of times you can do so.
In that case, of course you have to save the game every time you break through a level.
"Xize, something's not right here..." Xia Zuo frowned, "It's not the aura of darkness, but I feel very uncomfortable."
Xizel said calmly: "The trap set against you is probably full of things that can restrain you. Of course you will feel uncomfortable."
Xia Zuo: "..."
The brown-haired boy just had better physical fitness, but that didn't mean he could fly or hide underground. Therefore, without knowing the situation, he walked along the road of the Executive Office with extreme caution.
At this time, they were still some distance away from their destination, but neither of them was in a hurry to start the next battle.
The brown-haired boy thought for a moment and then asked, "Xize, what did you find in those experimental materials?"
Xia Zuo: "QAQ I don't want to listen to them, I want to listen to you."
The cost of trial and error is too high to trust other people's words, so he only believes in César who has been with him all the way.
At this point, he also vaguely understood that the truth behind the human experiments might be even more incredible than he had imagined.
Xizel glanced at him, then looked back at the Executive Office, which seemed to have been completely ensnared by its guards, and chuckled softly as he said,
"Nothing special."
"They are nothing more than a group of humans who once received God's favor, now trying to steal God's power."
…
Xia Zuo almost fell backwards, his eyes widened:
"……god?"
Does God really exist in this world?
Xizel gave him an inclusive smile and looked at him calmly: "So what do you think your talent name is?"
【priest】.
Thinking of this, Xia Zuo said sheepishly: "...I thought it was all fake. The name of pastor, which has a religious flavor, is just to make the ability description more vivid."
--etc.
If there is a God, He is a priest...
The brown-haired boy's eyes lit up: "So I'm still a priest?!"
Xizel's smile deepened. "If it were that simple, those people wouldn't have gone to so much trouble, trying to let you grow up inconspicuously, and then greedily and eagerly wanting to harvest you in one fell swoop after you grew up."
Xia Zuo was a little confused, but the implicit meaning in Xizel's words still made him feel a chill on his back and his scalp tingling.
He said stiffly, "...What does this mean, Caesar?"
Could it be...
"You're right," Xizel said, "Every choice and decision you make is also secretly pushed by them."
"It's just..." Before Xia Zuo froze, the black-haired boy blinked, his expression still calm and relaxed: "They didn't expect that I would come in between them."
Ursula, César, and Xia Zuo have gradually deviated from the direction they expected.
They began to panic.
And this is often the beginning of failure.
Xizel suddenly brought up another topic: "You should have heard of the history of the Federation."
Since he had traveled to the comics, he certainly didn't just focus on the little information that was drawn. He thoroughly read the cultural history, customs, and practices of each region, as well as the various official and unofficial histories of the Federation.
After all, when Xia Zuo was knitting a sweater, he was reading a book; when Xia Zuo was fighting, he was reading a book; when Xia Zuo was so bored that he was pulling weeds, he was still reading a book.
——According to the records of the Federal Register, before the establishment of the Federation, this world was occupied by various huge family forces. It was in chaos and the people were living in poverty. Many powerful gifted holders fought wantonly, and various different religions and sects deceived the civilians.
At that time, the number of people with talent was much higher than it is now, and there was also the concept of "inspiration". The higher the "inspiration", the stronger the talent was likely to be.
At that time, the Jess family, which produced many gifted holders with high spirituality, could not bear to see this situation, so they sniped the rebellious gifted holders and mobilized civilians to unite and resist the invasion of the gifted holders.
Before this, the Eastwood Prison for the Insane had been established by a hidden family, and all the powerful and gifted people who could not be killed were sent to this prison.
At the same time, the Patrol Tower, composed of gifted individuals whose mission is to control and manage those with special abilities, also emerged and rose at lightning speed.
"It's worth mentioning," César said lightly, "that the original leadership of the Picket Tower was composed of religious elements."
Xia Zuo, who had been listening with great interest, was stunned: "Are they originally from the church?"
It was so confusing that he gradually couldn't understand it anymore.
"Not only that," Xizel continued to drop explosive information, "They are probably the less normal type in various churches."
Otherwise, they would not have used various banners to launch bloody sniping attacks on other larger churches.
And as far as he knew, in ancient times, the origin of many conflicts between the Picket Tower and the Federation was that the Picket Tower unilaterally believed that the Federation was "disrespectful to the gods."
All in all, it's not a good thing.
Xia Zuo was already numb: "..."
The not-so-normal kind.
What's the difference between this and directly calling someone a mental patient?
"Then what does this have to do with me?"
Xia Zuo humbly asked, "And those human experiments conducted by the Federation? Why do they say they're trying to steal the power of God?"
"Let me explain all this."
Suddenly, a voice appeared in front of Xia Zuo.
Xia Zuo reflexively took a step forward, shielded his friend behind him, and looked vigilantly at the source of the strange voice.
He was a middle-aged man who looked quite dignified, but his skin looked very pale. To someone like Xia Zuo who had a strong preference for light, he exuded a strange and cold feeling.
His eyes were always on Xia Zuo, but he didn't look at a boy, a human being, but rather at some treasure that he could use.
He was about to speak when the black-haired boy, whom he didn't care much about and whose energy was obviously exhausted, interrupted him with a smile.
"You didn't act immediately. I guess your conversation with the man in the patrol tower didn't go very smoothly."
"——Mr. Jace, the Chief Executive Officer of the Federation."
Jace's expression changed slightly.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the black-haired boy who was unremarkable except for his appearance, but found that there was no emotion in the other's eyes.
It’s as if I’ve already gotten used to anticipating everything, so when I see things developing according to my ideas, there won’t be any emotional fluctuations at all.
But this is impossible. The appearance of a person with predictive talent in the world is already a miracle. What's more, according to the secret report sent back from below, the other party's talent is obviously a rather strange invincible type.
Apart from his talent, this man who suddenly appeared and was brought here by Xia Zuo was just a little smart.
Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful——
It seemed that Ina, whom he had deliberately spared, hadn't lured them away from the center of this vortex. Otherwise, their Federation would have been able to use their home-field advantage to put the trump card they had prepared specifically for Xia Zuo to use, instead of the current situation...
"The conversation was more than unsuccessful!"
Another unfamiliar voice appeared from the other end of the road, speaking with a heavy dose of sarcasm and without a hint of respect, "Mr. CEO, are you planning to kill me and keep the key for yourself?"
Jace glanced at him, inwardly despising these thugs who lacked any linguistic skills, but on the surface he spoke calmly, "The person with the precognitive gift is from the Federation. I'd like to know how Guita got the news so quickly."
The pioneer in the patrol tower rolled his eyes. "How many times have I told you this? Precognitive talents are rare, but yours aren't the only one with them! Can you please stop being so arrogant? Do you really think you're still the once-powerful Jace family?"
Xia Zuo whispered: "...They started arguing, Caesar."
Xizel was very calm: "Patrol Tower versus Federation, stay calm, basic operation."
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