Chapter 210

"…So, what do you mean?"

"Scholars are kept in a closed box - their own research results can only be disclosed to themselves."

"That is to say, we will close the scholars' rights to read all kinds of information in the void, and only maintain the function of the void terminal to send and receive information." Lansemero explained to everyone, "I once discussed with Nashida about opening the right to read the void to everyone without restrictions, but we finally gave up such a plan."

"Because unrestricted freedom will inevitably bring disaster." Nashida continued Lansemelo's words and continued to elaborate on the second plan they had discussed seriously, "Knowledge itself should not be artificially restricted to determine the people who can obtain it - there is no difference between people. I want the entire Sumi to be the land of wisdom -"

"So I told her, let's make sure all the people in Sumi can read first." Lansermero smiled gently, and reached out to lead away the Heart of the Grass God that was floating in front of everyone. "There are indeed differences between people - this is a fact that must be acknowledged. But I think that on the road to wisdom, at least everyone should be allowed to stand at the same starting point."

"After all, you never know if there are other geniuses outside this rainforest."

After finalizing the details of all the content to be announced at the Flower Goddess' Birthday Festival tomorrow, Lansemero followed the others out of the Jingshan Palace and realized that it was already dark outside - the silvery moonlight shone through the gaps between the treetops, casting mottled shadows on the road beneath her feet.

"Judging from the current position of the stars... ah, the sky here cannot be used to make such a simple judgment." Lansemello sighed with regret, turned his feet, and walked into the road leading to the garden behind the Ordinance Court. "Then, taking advantage of the rare private time - it's time to get in touch with them."

The illusion turned into pink and white petals that dissipated in the air, and the object that Lansermello usually held beside him pretending to be the Eye of God revealed its true appearance - it was Chaldea's portable simple spirit particle communicator. The effect of this communicator was to contact Chaldea and companions in the same world... However, most of the time, this communicator could only exist as a mobile storage device.

"Although I don't know if the other members as servants have this, but Kirsh as the Lord of the Guard definitely has it." Lansermero simply adjusted the communicator, found the work account representing Kirshtalia, and sent a communication request. "Then, let me see what is holding him back."

Amidst the lightning and thunder, Kirshtalia answered the call from Lansemello.

“Oh! Lykolis!” The original fairy knight Tetrot appeared on the screen of Lancermello’s communicator before Kirshtalia. “You are okay!”

"It's better to say that I have already solved all the troubles." Lansemello smiled at Tetrot on the other side of the communication, and called Kirshtalia back to the screen after being squeezed out by Tetrot. "I heard that the Servant you brought was not Tetrot - was it accidentally dispersed during the transfer of spirit particles?"

"Well, the original relocation point was Sumi Castle." Kirshtalia simply explained her speculation to Lansemero, "I suspect that a barrier bounced us away - I landed in Inazuma. There is a thunderstorm on the sea of ​​Inazuma, and I haven't found a way to leave here yet."

"...The thunderstorm will soon dissipate." Lansemero was silent for a while, and told Kirshtalia the predetermined future, "After the thunderstorm dissipates, you will go to the Water Kingdom of Maple. The others can go with them. Anyway, I will inform everyone before leaving - well, now Teyvat can only be entered but not exited. We need to wait for an opportunity when the edge of the world is broken."

"I understand." Kirshtalia nodded and took the initiative to explain to Lansemello what she had done before receiving this communication. "Before receiving your communication, I just contacted Tai Gongwang... and arranged for him to go to Xumi. The communication here may be related to a temporary contract, so the overall situation is not very stable."

"It's okay. When he arrives at Sumi, everything here will probably be over. He will naturally know that he doesn't need to come to me anymore." Lansemello thought for a moment and arranged Kirshtalia's schedule for the future. "My work here is about to be finished, so you can take this opportunity to do some research related to Teyvat."

"…Lord?"

"Inazuma, Sumi, Maple Leaf - three countries, three papers, the deadline is the day you return to Chaldea." Lansemello explained the paper requirements to Kirshtalia in a brisk tone, "Don't worry, it's a paper you can complete. The word count requirements and plagiarism rate are the same as in the past, and there are no restrictions on more detailed topics other than the country - you can write whatever you want, but..."

"...We have to show it to the teacher and Lord El-Melloi II, right?" Kirshtalia sighed a little tiredly, and began to think about how to spend the rest of her time in Inazuma. "How long will it take for the thunderstorm to completely end? I need to arrange my field trip schedule, Lord."

"It will be over soon - Inazuma's Main Story has come to an end." Lansemello answered Kirshtalia's question and gave Kirshtalia some additional work arrangements. "If you see something interesting during your field investigation, try to record it in the communicator - I look forward to seeing the Chaldean database update the data content about the world of Teyvat."

"Yes, I understand."

"Then let's meet again in Maple Stage."

After the communication ended, Lancermello decisively violated the contents of the Wind Wings safe use manual, jumped down from the garden, and flew to a hillside outside the city of Sumi with the Wind Wings. After clearing the hostile reactions nearby, Lancermello allowed Gilgamesh, who was temporarily responsible for imprisoning the two Fatui executives, to regain his physical form and stand by his side again.

"I thought you were going to wait until the Flower Goddess Festival was over before dealing with these two guys." Gilgamesh opened the treasury and handed a magical gem that contained the two fools' executors to Lansemello. "After all, you have already captured them, haven't you? Why did you start dealing with things overnight?"

"I'm not the child of the Tosaka family." Lansermello sighed and waved the wand in his hand. "There are two big troubles locked up here. Although one of them can be dealt with later, for the sake of Sumi's safety, it is better to deal with the other one sooner rather than later."

"I thought you didn't notice the hidden danger."

"Of course we have to solve this problem before the other ones can cause any trouble." Lansemello blinked and began to unlock the magic cage that imprisoned the Fatui Executor. "Although it is just a 'fake' copied based on Morgan's magic, it is a good thing that its effect as a 'place to imprison someone' has not been weakened."

"Open it, Court."

Queen Morgan's "court" magic is a prison to protect the students left behind by the half-dream demons of pan-human history - after all, she is also an paradise fairy. At that time, it was enough to have Artoria, a genuine "child of prophecy" in action on the land of Britain, and the other paradise fairies had to hide in places where they would not be discovered by those fairies.

So Ransemelo hid in her shadow, and the successor of the demigod was imprisoned in the Court - until the queen died and disaster struck.

The "Garden" magic is a large-scale magic woven by Morgan, a genius who can be called a god. In the two thousand years before Queen Morgan passed away, she continuously maintained the "Tower" that sewed Britain to the planet, and was always ready to deal with the "gun" of the curse of the god Cornunnos.

——Even though he was a student taught by three Grand Casters, Lancermello didn't think he could perfectly replicate that kind of magic.

——The "Tower" and "Spear" might be able to do it, but that is magic based on the characteristics of the Holy Lance after all, and it is not surprising that she, who was once a Primordial, can weave it...

The moment he entered the "court", Lancer Mello was interrupted by the sudden fall of purple lightning - fortunately, before anyone successfully escaped from the "court", Lancer Mello had already drawn the magic power of a command seal to speed up the closing of the entrance and exit that had just been opened by the "court" magic.

——She herself had at least ten ways to leave here, but the two fools' executive officers imprisoned here probably only had one way to leave, which was to go through the main gate.

"I think we need to have a frank negotiation." Lansemero used his magic wand to scatter purple lightning and wrote runes in the air to prohibit certain "miracles" from happening. "However, although it is called a negotiation, it is only a unilateral notification - Second Seat of the Fatui, Doctor Dotore."

"Destroy all your slices and leave your test specimens behind - then, bring the Heart of God to me and leave Sumi immediately."

"The Thundergod's Heart used in the experiment was originally a prop to be recovered." Dotole stretched out his right hand freely, the expression on his face was not clear under the cover of the bird-beak mask, "I don't think there is any difference between recovering the Thundergod's Heart from the Disciplinary Officer and recovering it from the God of Grass - I don't think..."

"I said, this is a notice." Lancer Melo paused, looking at Dotore with a subtle expression, "If you disagree, I can't do anything about it. It's a pity that the God of Ice will have to hear the news of the death of another executive officer - I have plenty of time to deal with every slice of you. But, if I do this..."

"Then I'll start with you first. Don't be afraid, it will be over in a moment - just like sleeping."

A bright red poppy belonging to the ancient Greek god of sleep emerged from Lansemero's hand, emitting an alluring fragrance that was enough to drag the living into the underworld - and the moment Dotore's eyes touched the poppy, which had the same power and brilliance as the Heart of God, he decisively chose to let go.

"I'll destroy the other slices now, but—"

"You are not qualified to touch him. But I have enough power to execute God's punishment on his behalf." Lansermero pulled his hat and handed a contract to Dottore. He watched Dottore sign on it. "You can sign anything you want on it. After all, this is a contract that is bound to the soul."

"Then please remember your promise."