Chapter 2986: Never return morning (sixty-one)

2986-Mirror
On a certain day and month and year, on a snowy night, in a village of Eskimo in Western Siberia.
"What good thing did you do this time?" The patriarch White Wolf glanced at the white bear man who was lying in bed and fell asleep, his broken arm hitting the splint, and blamed his son: "Why can't you and Papa Love gets along well? Why do I always have to do something to hurt him?"
"Humph." The patriarch's son, the silver wolf's little boy pouted, showing a disdainful expression. Although only a few years old, the child is already very naughty.
"This is the last time I warned you, Bedi." The patriarch said angrily: "If you hurt your brother Papalov again, I will hang you upside down in the stable all night and put your stubborn temper The correction is coming."
"Hang upside down, dad is a bad guy." The werewolf boy said hardly.
"You...!" His father almost slapped with anger, but he still resisted and turned his anger into a blue muscle on the forehead: "Scary boy... Dad Not as common as you. But remember, today you don’t know how to cherish your brother, and you will regret it in the future."
Now Bedieville doesn't care. Unfortunately, this sentence will be fulfilled in the future.
"Master." Just as they talked about this, a tiger teenager pushed the door in and quickly closed the wooden door, keeping the cold outside.
"Come here, Castro." The patriarch greeted him and swept the snow from the tiger's cloak. "Come over and have a hot drink and warm yourself up. What is the situation of the fierce tribe?" ?"
"It's terrible." The tiger boy sat on the coffee table without any kind of politeness, and a large bowl of hot tea fell down: "The war madmen are all preparing, and it is estimated that they will begin to declare war on humanity within a few years. ."
"I won't let them do whatever they want." The white wolf chief frowned. "The first of the Eskimo tribes to disagree on the war, we won't compromise even at the clan meeting. I also sent my trust in Turk over there Talk to them, it seems that people will not agree to the war."
"How about the rabbits?"
"Patriarch Saul is my old friend. As long as I have talked about it, I think there is a way to persuade the Gypsies (rabbits) to refuse to participate in that war. As a result, three of the seven clans do not agree to participate in the war, and this war Can't start." The patriarch took a sip of warm wine and said.
"...It would be nice if things were so simple." The young Tiger sighed, he already knew something vaguely: "Master, please be cautious at the clan meeting. The fierce tooth clan is eager and ambitious. Big. It's possible who is behind them."
"Relax, no matter how brave they are, it is impossible to do anything extraordinary at the clan meeting." The white wolf patriarch thought for a moment and suddenly took the saber from his waist: "But just in case, you bring Hold my sword."
"Master? But this is ------"
"It's just an old blunt sword." The patriarch said lightly: "Even if it is a historical relic passed down from generation to generation, it would be meaningless if it didn't fall into the hands of the right person. I The last thing I want to see is that the unscrupulous person took the old sword from me and used it for war. So you should take it with you, Castro. Please don’t let it fall into your arms People's hands."
"...I get it, Master." The young tiger took the so-called dull sword.
Of course it is not blunt. It was actually a sharp sword. And as the treasure of the Eskimo town, it should be famous. But this is a carefully guarded secret that only a few people know.
"I have a question." After putting away the sword, the tiger man glanced at the sleepy werewolf boy: "Why not give it to your child? I am at best an outsider, but your son-- ----"
"It's just a bad boy." The white wolf chief glanced at his young son.
At that time, the werewolf boy was drowsy and fell asleep on the bench. His father took a blanket and covered the child.
"He can't be as calm as you. If something happens to me, this little devil will take the sword I gave him and avenge to whom." White Wolf said: "But hatred must produce new hatred. New Hatred will bring more hatred. The so-called hatred is such a cycle, and it is endless. So this dull sword cannot be given to this child. Please take it away and bring it to a land free from war. Please You become a walker (peabsp; walker), Castro."
"I will do it, Master." The tiger boy replied solemnly.
"I only hope that I am a worrier," the White Werewolf sighed lowly: "I really don't want these children to see the coming of the war era."
At the same time (?), inside the combat module of Dawning.
"Um..." Bediville gradually woke up, as if having a long, long dream.
His whole body was trapped by a sense of collapse, and his body was as heavy as lead.
"Boss." Lawrence waited with concern: "Wake up? How do you feel?"
auzw.com "Okay..." Bediville got up from the bed and tried to move his hands and feet: "Those Mithril...not occupying my nerves System?"
"I don't know. No one knows." Lawrence asked. "But it seems that you still have control over your body, so...it's okay for now?"
"Temporarily." Bediville hummed: "How severe is the erosion?"
"It is said that it has eroded into your brain stem." Lawrence shook his head: "At this point, there is no way to clear that thing from your body. It almost merges with your nervous system. Left I am afraid that the only way to do this is to take out the brain other than your brainstem and transplant it to another body. But there is no such advanced surgical operation in the world that can do this."
"Yes. It seems that it can only be done by fate." Bediville moved his right hand. His hands and feet still listen to his call, nothing special. Those Mithril fluids themselves do not have self-awareness, they all obey the call of the spell fire, and the spell fire is an extension of Bediville's will, and listens to Bediville's call. So in the end the Mithril fluid is still subject to Bediville's call...in theory.
"Your current situation is very similar to that of Mr. Nutt, the body is a fusion of organic and inorganic matter. I think Mr. Nutt may give you some advice. But he is still in that big hole, we have not yet Be able to get in touch with him."
"Not yet contacted? What about the abductees?"
"There is no clue. The signal interference in the underground cave in the big empty cave is too serious. We can do nothing. Now we can only wait for them to contact us unilaterally."
"I hope everyone is okay..." Bedieville worried.
"Boss," Lawrence came together infrequently and asked seriously: "I hope you can recall what happened in the big hole. Why would your body be eroded by the Mithril? This is definitely not a time Simple accident, right? What have you... did you do?"
"Are you interrogating me?"
"No, I'm just worried." Lawrence frowned. "If the Mithril fluid is controlled by the spell fire, it will never do anything to harm you. Now it does this kind of outrageously. Things, it also means that the fire of the spell on your boss...a little...not too obedient."
He told Bediville tactfully that such an accident occurred because Bediville's spell fire was out of control.
"...So what did you do to make your spell fire look like that?"
"[Split Ceremony]." Bediville replied in a low voice.
The spellcaster's face changed: "Are you serious? Divide ritual? In that kind of bad conditions? Why?"
"I have to do this. I must maintain the control of the Mithril fluid and use the splitting ceremony to find my companions." Bediville replied: "So... just give it a try. And I succeeded. I succeeded [separating spirits] without the help of Master Krana, and split the fire of the spell into two."
"No... No, no, no, no!" Lawrence shook his head suddenly: "Where is success? Is this a failure? Okay! Your fire of spells is out of control, okay? No wonder those secrets Silver fluid will run into your bone marrow, which is the case! You use [split rituals] yourself without the guidance of the teachers, resulting in your ability to manipulate the spell fire is reduced. The fire control system is also in disorder, so everything is messed up!"
"Is this...so bad? But everything is clearly under my control..."
"You thought it was. But what your subconscious mind might have done is causing this [accident] now." Lawrence continued to shake his head. "Man has too many ideas, and every thought may affect the fire of the spell. Normal In this case, the spell fire will filter out the user’s misunderstandings, and only execute the commands that the user explicitly gives it. But you will use [split ritual] without guidance, resulting in the filtering function of the spell fire. Something went wrong. Any misunderstanding that your mind unconsciously produced will follow suit."
"Then it becomes what it is now?"
"Probably. It might already be the best situation to be like this. God knows what else can be done by the fire of the spell."
So, this time, the face of Bediville changed.
"That... did you do a detailed physical examination of Mr. Odyssey?" he asked diligently: "There should be no Mithril in his body?"
"Supposedly not." Lawrence replied: "Why ask this?"
Bediville showed an embarrassed expression: "Because his father killed my father. When I knew about it, I almost killed him."
So Lawrence's face also turned white. Bediville's consciousness may control himself, but his subconscious may actually do so. His spell fire may want to kill Odyssey, regardless of whether Bediville has ordered it to do so!
"I... I have to confirm this matter." Lawrence then hurriedly turned around and wanted to go: "Boss, stay here and lie down."
"I also go------" Bediville wanted to get out of bed.
"No!" the spellcaster stopped: "During this time, it is better not to meet Mr. Odyssey. Just in case."
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