Chapter 112 "Okay." * Elf...
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The palaces of the elves are complex and exquisite. They prefer to use plants and stones to build palaces, and embellish them with magical metals. Thanks to the elves' excellent aesthetics, the exquisite palaces in the emerald sea are like floating jellyfish, held high in the air by vigorous vines, and the glittering pearls shine in the sunlight.
"There are too many of us, so the elves gave up part of the palace for accommodation. They should be waiting for us in the palace now."
The Knight Commander explained, and needless to say, I also knew that Odysseus's coordination was definitely indispensable.
As soon as Remiel and I stepped into the palace, we smelled the fresh fruity aroma and the delicious aroma of barbecue.
Seasonal vegetables had already been placed on the table, and the elves' fruit wine was mellow and refreshing, smelling like a pool of honey.
Seeing us come in together, Samuel, who was leaning against the window drinking, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you reconciled?"
"We weren't fighting in the first place, so don't get involved. Go away."
I rolled my eyes at him and sat in the empty seat. Odysseus stood up and placed the freshly prepared dish in front of me: "Try it, this is made with fresh wild vegetables. Very tender."
I tried a bite and it was delicious. This seemed to have planted some seeds, and the rest of the people pushed their favorite dishes to me. I sighed and took them one by one. Neil and Sean both picked up the barbecue for me and chose the same piece. The two of them almost fought with their forks. I looked at them helplessly and had to pick up the knife to help them cut it. They were both stunned for a moment.
Both pairs of eyes opened wide at the same time, and I couldn't help but laugh: "Don't you want to eat anymore?"
Both of them raised their forks at the same time and put the meat on my plate, with a look of disbelief and confusion on their faces.
Neil opened his mouth and asked as if to confirm: "Are you smiling?"
"You say that so strangely, it's like I've never laughed in my life."
"It's different! This smile is different from usual. Smile again, smile again and show me!"
Neil stood up and came close to me as if he had discovered a new world. Not only him, but others also crowded over. Sean came closest, followed by Samuel. Remiel looked at the people in the room with a half smile and a half sigh, holding a teapot in his hand, pouring tea for everyone. Odysseus was the most aloof, standing far away and not too close, looking at me with his emerald green eyes without blinking, like a beautiful emerald-eyed Persian cat.
I swallowed two pieces of barbecue in one gulp and waved my hand to try to disperse them: "Okay, go away, all of you go away."
"No! I haven't seen it yet!"
"I want to see it, too."
"We can't just let Neil watch it alone, right?"
"......"
Different sounds came out in a mess, noisy but not annoying. Like a group of chirping little animals, I just pretended I didn't hear them. I walked steadily and made a path to squeeze beside the Knight Commander.
"I'd like my tea to be stronger, thank you."
"It's too strong and I won't be able to sleep."
Even though he said that, Remiel still put some more tea leaves in the teapot and poured me a cup of strong tea. Samuel smiled and said, "Is it really good to spoil him like this? If he really can't sleep, he can always come to me to relieve his loneliness."
This time, before I could even open my mouth, the others shushed him. Sean gave Samuel a fake glare and obviously took it to heart. Wolfton pretended to lean towards me, and the middle finger that was just erected was placed on my arm. His tone softened, "If we have to find someone, we must find someone else. Isn't it just a glorious god?"
Remiel's fingers trembled. Although I have said these things in advance, the god of faith is right in front of me, which does bring some pressure. But the Knight Commander quickly sorted out his mood and continued to make tea in a proper manner. Samuel snorted and laughed, avoiding this topic for the first time. He did not continue to use his status to pressure Sean, but deliberately put a piece of apple next to my mouth. The action was maintained between presumptuous and reserved, and he stroked my lips just right. Like feeding, like flirting.
Sean rolled his eyes when he saw this: "He may not eat even if you feed him. Don't you know how much you are disliked?"
"Children who say nasty things will be nasty themselves, like having their wolf skins peeled off and made into rugs."
Samuel kept smiling, looking at Sean with his narrow eyes, but he did not directly deny what the wolf said. I felt a little disappointed and sentimental.
Even he knew that the scars would not go away. If he had understood this truth when he was young, I think many things would be different. I once thought that maybe I would never meet Samuel again or say a word to him in this life. But things change unpredictably, and in the end, I found that the biggest liar was myself.
Samuel closed his fingers and tried to take the piece of green apple, but I suddenly opened my mouth and grabbed the piece of apple.
Green, sour and sweet. When you close your teeth, the flesh splashes out juice between your lips and teeth, and chewing it feels like tasting a crisp heart.
Samuel's fingers trembled slightly, as if he had not expected me to do this. Even Sean, who was arguing with him, stopped for a moment and looked at us in surprise.
Samuel ignored him and stared at me intently. His eyes glowed with surprise, and the intoxicating blue flowed in his pupils. The wind from the desert seemed to blow again, passing through the dust of thousands of years and entwining between us again. The past was vivid in his mind, his Adam's apple rolled gently, as if it was grasped by an invisible hand, and the breath that was about to say something stagnated in his throat, and finally turned into an inaudible sigh. His eyelashes trembled slightly, like a feather about to fall in the wind, hiding thousands of words, but in the end they could not be spoken.
"What's that expression on your face? If you don't like it, I can spit in your face right now."
I chewed the green apple and glanced at him. Samuel immediately shook his head, with an indescribable complexity in his voice.
"I didn't expect you to do this, as if you had forgiven me. You seem to be in a good mood today... Really nice. It seems that you got back what you wanted?"
"Forgive you?" My eyes wandered. "Not really, we're even now."
Samuel was full of questions. Before he could continue to ask, Odysseus interrupted: "What riddle are you talking about?"
"He's talking about an elder who is very important to me. Well, let me introduce you to a friend. She is an important family member of mine, and I hope you get along well with her."
I took the opportunity to change the subject. Samuel had to shut up, and the others immediately sat up straight, ready to greet the elders. Samuel was about to sit down when I said, "Stand."
A trace of helplessness flashed across his face, and he stood there obediently. Seeing the expressions of others, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and smiled mischievously.
An illusory paw landed on my shoulder, followed by a soft "meow". The cat walked out of the mirror and stretched lazily: "Are these people all your friends? Oh, there is one who is not a friend."
Samuel couldn't laugh this time. He touched his nose awkwardly when someone called out his name, and said with a helpless smile: "Long time no see."
The cat turned its head away and ignored him. I was happy to see Samuel get humiliated, so I introduced them one by one with a smile: "This is Neil, my dragon; this is Remiel, my knight commander; this is Sean, my wolf. This is - just pretend he's not here."
The people whose names were called nodded to the cat one by one, and the cat stood up and walked towards them, sniffing each one as a question mark. Samuel sat in the corner awkwardly. The knight commander pushed a plate of candied fruit towards him and whispered, "What did you do? Why does she hate you?"
Otherwise, why do people say that honest people are the most deadly? Samuel's silence was like the sea, completely closed off by this fatal blow. Remiel blinked helplessly and pushed another plate of fruit to Samuel, trying to make up for his mistake with practical actions.
If I were a foolish emperor in ancient times, my queen would be the Knight Commander. Virtuous, gentle and quiet. Even Samuel, who was in a depressed stage, gave a smile and took the heavy plate of fruits. Remiel still felt that it was not enough and secretly looked at me for help.
"Okay, let's talk about something serious next." I coughed to attract everyone's attention. It just so happened that I also had something to say. "Regarding Xia Ping'an and those gods, I have some ideas. Kazhuo is on our side now, let him find a chance to lure Xia Ping'an out, and we will take the opportunity to escape. Let the main brain Remiel block the other party's perception, find those gods who are forced to sleep, and wake them up."
In the game, computing power is the basis of survival.
The higher the level of the NPC, the higher its intelligence, and the more computing power it requires. Therefore, the number of high-level NPCs is limited. Samuel was promoted because he became a god, and Sean was promoted because he robbed a part of the status of the beast god.
Since the computing power is transferred in from the world outside the game, wouldn’t it be fine to transfer it back?
No one spoke for a moment, and I could almost hear the sound of their brains working. After a moment, the main brain, Remiel, was the first to agree: "Good idea. If you can convince those gods to hand over the basic code to me, I can give it a try. However, I need the help of another me."
"...What is your operating model? He is already an NPC, how can he help you?"
"Humans should not worry about AI. We have our own way."
I really wanted to slap him to death, but I held back. The main reason was because I couldn't hit him. I rubbed my forehead and asked the Knight Commander for his opinion. The Knight Commander was as reliable as ever: "I'm fine."
Odysseus asked, "What shall we do then?"
"...Although that was once my kingdom of God, it is now under the control of Xia Pingan. I expect there will be many obstacles, and I'll leave it to you to deal with them. Samuel, go gather the players, a war may have to begin."
I lowered my eyes to look at the back of my hand, my long golden hair falling on my arm. I couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect to see my body again, and it was actually the body of a glorious follower... How ironic."
Odysseus and I looked at each other. He suddenly stopped smiling and looked at me steadily. Everyone was discussing my plan, constantly checking for omissions and shortcomings. In the midst of the noise, only the two of us were silent. I knew that he must have remembered too many things in the past, just like me. If memories were compared to a knife, they would be as cold as frost. Every time I think about it, it would cut off a piece of flesh. Thin and traceless, but deep into the bone marrow.
The loyal guard stepped on the corpse of the former god to ascend the throne, and inlaid my name in his books. From then on, people who mentioned him would inevitably mention me. Sometimes I also want to ask him why he did this. If he regretted it, why did he do it in the first place? Now that we are reunited, my chest still retains the sharp pain of that time, as if the long sword is still inserted in my heart, bleeding with every heartbeat.
But time is such a wonderful thing. In the blink of an eye, we have passed a thousand years and are locked together by fate again. I didn't ask him what he was thinking at that time. He just lowered his head quietly, as he did when he was a teenager. He only secretly peeked at my expression through the gap between his eyelashes. Blond hair and blue eyes, handsome. There was a glimmer in his eyes like a swimming fish, and I was full of satisfaction. Everything seemed to have never changed, but it was completely different. I should leave without looking back, but I couldn't help but think of thousands of years ago, I was on the throne. The blond boy knelt on one knee in front of me and promised to be with me forever.
How did I answer at that time?
I stroked his hair and whispered.
"good."
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