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Even if we take a step back, the believer, having carefully considered the information available, ultimately gave Eirin a way out.
However, what he got in return was a slow shake of his head from the latter.
"I didn't believe it, but my experiences along the way have forced me to believe it. All the omens left by that fortune teller have come true, and now I've even met someone with the same name as me here. That's why I'm so flustered. Over the years, it's not so much that I've been chaste, but rather that I've been extremely taboo. I've been ascetic like the monks of the Far East, living on the bare minimum of material possessions, while also studying medicine to save lives. On one hand, I'm grateful to Rosetta for bringing me into this world, and on the other hand, I feel guilty and hope to atone for my sin of substituting one thing for another."
"..."
Yonglin's narration gradually came to an end, and the lower deck was so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing outside could be heard.
After a long silence, Yonglin, who was feeling down, suddenly felt someone pat her on the shoulder, and then saw Xinnu with a faint smile on her face.
"Alright, I understand what happened. I'll handle this for you. You can go back to the council chamber now."
"Really? Hearn, I can't accept this..."
"So you know you're embarrassed? That's what I was thinking all along, keeping me hanging on like this. Forget the formalities, go back and think about how much you're willing to pay. We've known each other for so long, you know my style. Miracles and magic don't come for free."
The believer laughed and scolded as she pulled Yonglin off the crate, made him stand up straight, and kicked him in the butt, chasing the cunning little fox who had gotten the better deal away.
"Then I'm really going... Hearn."
Before disappearing around the corner of the stairs leading to the deck, Yonglin cautiously peeked out and asked again.
"roll!"
……
After chasing Eirin away, Nobunaga sat on the cargo container for a while longer, and then contacted Aoko through an encrypted channel to inform Salome to evacuate all crew members from the area below deck.
Once things were settled over there, the woman slowly jumped down from the cargo box, stood with her sword in hand in front of the secret rune array left by Chloe the night before.
The fact before the believer was that the spiritual corridor of the Ball Sailboat Technique had been connected to the energy realm of a higher-dimensional being capable of perceiving this minute change.
Logically speaking, this is an extremely rare event, one that only the unluckiest arcanist in the world would encounter.
For a moment, the believer couldn't tell whether Chloe had done it intentionally or if her luck had simply hit rock bottom and was beyond saving...
However, it can be explained according to Yonglin's theory of destiny.
Normal high-dimensional business is so vast that it wouldn't even touch such a tiny mosquito leg supplying the magic ship.
Abnormal high-dimensional poor ghosts, especially those unlucky high-dimensional ghosts who are sealed and unable to move or cry out to heaven and earth, would truly be a once-in-a-millennium event if they were to probe into their realm, which has been silent for thousands of years, into a tiny water pipe thinner than a mosquito's leg. They must be taken seriously.
The evidence is that this demonic ship has not had its power cut off by the other side since the moment Eirin was discovered.
"I've already found out the whole story for you. It would be impolite if you didn't come out and meet me soon, my friend."
Faithful Goddess calmly faced the empty array eye and declared thus.
His response was unchanging silence.
One minute passed...
Five minutes passed...
Ten minutes passed...
……
Half an hour passed...
"Ugh, I'm so sleepy. I'll just go back to sleep. Before I leave, I'll connect the power cord to someone else's magic network."
The believer yawned, turned and left. The flow of the entire sail magic array began to change after he finished speaking. The backup power supply port of the ship was connected in advance to the energy domain radiated by the Sea of Time, while the main port began to gradually decouple from the original high-dimensional domain...
“Please wait a moment, Mr. Hern, we can discuss a business matter.”
The silence was thus broken.
"Since you're talking about 'business,' then I'm no longer sleepy."
The believer, who had just stepped onto the steps, turned back with a smile. What appeared before him was a blank outline that was invisible to ordinary people, standing in the center of the formation.
The feeling that everything was going as expected was pleasant, and the believer spoke aloud to the entity represented by the blank outline.
"What is your name?"
"I don't know. I have lost my memory."
The blank outline's reply was not at all as majestic and solemn as the noble creature that had descended from the underground, commanding respect. Instead, its tone revealed a carefree and unrestrained cheerfulness, like that of a silly deer.
"you……"
Mr. Hearn, who was suffering from amnesia, was choked by this equally amnesiac reply and felt a sweet taste in his throat.
……
Chapter 206 Fellow Patients (Part 1)
tsk...
Regarding the issue of amnesia, Mr. Hearn has historically been resistant to it, from childhood to adulthood.
Thanks to the many foreign imports that drifted through the village general store during her childhood—street literature and game cartridges—the woman, who has a wealth of experience with classic shonen stories, has always been reluctant to engage with them.
If a hero's team has a cold-faced but kind-hearted gloomy amnesiac guy, then even a seasoned warrior sitting in front of an old-fashioned TV, rolling her eyes and thinking with her nose, knows that there's a lot of hidden story to uncover about him. And such amnesiac characters, under the halo of a typical hot-blooded protagonist, after all their personal storylines have been explored, will most likely become the hero's loyal bodyguard, and even more likely, they will have the dual identity of the Demon King's half-blooded offspring, leading to a wonderfully harmonious father-son drama at the end.
The same applies to amnesiac girls. However, if this were a typical hero game with a single female protagonist, then after the girl regains her memories, it might open the door to another possibility for the young hero, and it's even possible that the original female protagonist would involuntarily utter that timeless line, "I was the one who started it..."
Now, putting aside those old stories, the believer feels a real headache.
As mentioned above, in his view, a single amnesiac patient might be a turning point for a team. It's a promising, neither malignant nor benign, potential factor that gives us hope...
However, once multiple amnesiac patients emerge in the same environment at the same time, the already precarious and barely neutral potential atmosphere loses all its dreamlike color and becomes mentally retarded.
"Hello."
"Hello."
"I heard you have amnesia?"
"correct."
"What a coincidence, me too."
"Oh, what a coincidence! It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to meet you."
Damn it, you're an idiot...
Neuropathy……
In a corner of the lower deck, sitting at a makeshift desk, the woman wearily took off her silver-rimmed office glasses, pinched the bridge of her nose, and slowed her breathing.
"I understand your situation. Now let's skip the introductions and talk about business."
Excellent professional ethics allowed this devil to shake off his dejection and return to his true self upon hearing the word "business." Although he was initially discouraged by the client's strange behavior, he still mustered his spirits to continue the conversation.
"Well... I don't have much experience in this area. Hearn, you seem very skilled. You should take the lead from now on."
The blank silhouette sitting on the other side of the desk still looked completely relaxed.
Have you never been hit before...?
Upon hearing this, the believer swallowed the half-sentence that was about to come out of her throat and instead gave a formulaic smile, "Thank you for your trust."
"Well, don't be so polite."
"..."
I was just being polite, and you took it seriously?
The believer's gaze, which had been fixed on the silly roe deer, gradually shifted from looking at the foolish child of a wealthy family to looking at the silly child of a wealthy family.
Forget it, I'll just consider it a stroke of luck that I've been out of business for too long and stumbled upon a benefactor... It must be because I've been doing good deeds and accumulating merit that I've been able to have this high-dimensional fat sheep fall from the sky.
"In short, we must first establish the most basic supply and demand relationship. To put it simply, what can we each provide for each other? And what do we need from each other in return?"
"Well—as for me... I can provide you with almost unlimited amounts of the primordial natural matter of the Creation Realm and below, as long as the object being provided has no intelligence whatsoever, even complex creations are no problem."
"Have you never been hit before?"
"Huh? Hearn, what did you say?"
"No, what I mean is that you are very generous and honest."
Damn it, I accidentally blurted out my thoughts.
The woman, with a smile on her face, placed her hands on her lap, clenching and unclenching them several times, her breath rhythmic as she calmed her emotions.
What a hell.
Although he had vaguely sensed something was wrong with his irritable temper when he was greeting Yonglin, at that time he only felt that there was a male fox in front of him repeatedly jumping on the edge of death, which made him uneasy.
But at this moment, his composure, which was as good as that of a devout woman, was repeatedly broken, which made him realize that since Eirin was frightened back to the council hall, only 10% of his irritability came from the constantly jumping Eirin, while the remaining 99% came from the blank entity in front of him.
Name, gender, age... all information within the realm of human intelligence is unknown.
Even the basic form does not exist; all that exists is a blank outline from the realm of creation, which can only be observed by someone with a similarly high-dimensional perspective.
Yet this individual, who lacked even the most basic elements of existence, caused the believer to lose her composure several times during a negotiation that lasted less than an hour.
For no reason at all, if he were to let go of everything and follow his heart, he would just want to grab the other person by the neck and yell at his forehead—"You come up at the table and immediately reveal all your secrets. Is this how you do business? Are you sure you're not doing charity? You silly roe deer from the Great Ice Plains, the silly child from a wealthy family, how did you even survive to grow up like this? Have you never been beaten by the Tree of Fate/Life?"
Before the age of eighteen, the believer was undoubtedly a person who defied fate, and her present state is the result of the end of the struggle against fate and the return to peace. Over the years, through many ups and downs, almost none of those who should have lived survived, and all those who should have died and those who shouldn't have died were wiped out.
The first thing that golden-haired old bitch taught him when she locked him at the bottom of the lake was to abandon his humanity and embrace his animality. His first day as a monster started with eating.
After his ascension, what he saw was a mad world where dragons devoured each other. The starry sky supported by the merciless and tearless Tree of Life was absurd and laughable, so absurd that it made him feel that the so-called brilliance of humanity that he had cherished in his first eighteen years in the human world because of a few benefactors was pathetically pale...
Justice, mercy, sacrifice, honor, chivalry, saving the world... saving everyone!
The souls that the great dukes above the Formation Realm spend playing cards all night, if calculated in monetary terms, would require the deaths of mortal beings from several realms to fill the void. The children on the street naturally pay a five-yuan coin to buy an ice cream cone from the dessert shop on the corner and eat it with smiles on their faces. But no one hears the wailing and howling of the five unlucky ghosts inside that coin.
Even he himself had to suppress his discomfort when paying Azriel's rent every month at first. Then one day he couldn't take it anymore, closed the piano lid and asked, "Boss lady, who exactly is the earth-shattering, ghost-weeping big shot who created this system that uses souls as currency?"
The proprietress, who was engrossed in the music, gave the musician, who had abruptly stopped playing, a charmingly glare, and then replied as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
"Nature is our supreme God of Light, who fairly and impartially recognizes the value of all beings on the Tree of Life—in terms of souls alone."
……
In conclusion, from the perspective of the believer now, this silly roe deer in the realm of creation doesn't seem like someone who has the opportunity to climb to that position.
Of course, this is all from the perspective of business operations after the transformation.
Abandoning the high-dimensional perspective after metamorphosis, I simply face this silly roe deer in my current mortal form.
No matter how stubborn the believer was, he had to admit it.
He disliked this guy, for reasons unknown.
If all the annoying kids from childhood and adolescence were ranked like elements on the periodic table, then Eirin, with his three swords and six holes, would stand out from the crowd with his outstanding performance as one of the top three goalkeepers.
Let's leave aside that blonde old bitch who went further back.
What surprised and astonished the believer was that he felt a sense of disgust from this descending blank entity, a feeling that was completely opposite in direction to, yet similar in intensity to, that of his past guardian.
Leaving aside the concepts of good and evil that are meaningless to him, let's consider only his initial understanding of the world and his assessment of the balance between good and bad.
The guy in front of him hadn't actually offended him, and had never even dealt with him before, but he could only be placed in the middle of the scale, slightly tilted in a positive direction.
This is an objective result.
If even this tiny bit of objectivity is discarded, and actions are taken purely based on subjective feelings...
Heaven have mercy! The woman just wanted to stand up, pull the chair out from under her, and smash it over the other person's head, then...
then……
then……
Then they did nothing.
An apology is impossible; I will never apologize in my entire life.
However, there is a kind of resentment that goes away without any reason, and it will dissipate with the wind...
“Hearn, you seem a little off? Are you feeling unwell? Beings in the material world are very fragile.”
"I'm in excellent health, I eat three regular meals a day, sleep well, don't smoke, and drink only in moderation... Don't you think it's a bit unnatural of you to call a complete stranger by their last name? It makes it seem like we're old friends."
"Should we add the original suffix? If you feel more comfortable with it this way, Hern, I'll continue to call you Your Excellency."
"No thanks, that sounds even more offensive. I just wanted to express... never mind, you probably wouldn't understand anyway, let's continue with the business."
"OK!"