Chapter 611 The Absoluteness of History

“Uhhh.”

"You really don't bet now?"

"Cough" the boy with curly hair coughed twice, showing a shy smile: "Occasionally, it's really just a small bet."

It is, Agaremar.

Compared to when we met a few years ago, the other party seemed to have changed. His thin figure suddenly reached 1.7 meters and 7 meters due to sufficient nutrition. The cheap second-hand mechanical prosthesis was also replaced by a naked eye and was not cheap. model.

Even the temperament of hanging on the streets of corporate alliances, stepping on needles and condoms all year round, and hunching over in the blood-stained alley, has become a rather subtle bookish spirit.

"Okay, I can actually explain this a little-"

Agalemal pulled the collar of the shirt and laughed: "Mainly, [one-third of luck] is a bit too useful to use for some things involving probability studies. I have this one. Isn’t it necessary to use the psychic skills?”

"By the way, I really didn't expect that you would appear here. I was shocked when I saw that you were looking for me!"

"The silent learns not an observer who transcends everything, why can't I appear here?"

Song Shi leaned against the railing and looked at the rugged waves below. This is a city park located on the second floor of the outside world. These scholars obviously have no interest in asceticism, so they built a small piece for this park. artificial lake.

"The peak of the first ring." Song Shi commented objectively: "I think the promotion speed is a bit slow."

"Hey, hey, you can't expect everyone to be like you." Agalemal scratched his head, "Well, I admit that even by normal standards, it doesn't seem to be fast."

"What is the last psychic skill?" Song Shi asked, "I remember that the gift Daotu gave you was [one-third of luck], and then you got [delay] by mistake, so you can let 'Two-thirds of misfortune' delayed repayment."

Agalemal replied without hesitation: "It is [expansion], the intervention force of luck is limited, but I can make this force stronger temporarily."

"By the way, let me explain it in advance, don't say anything like 'try to me'. No matter how much it expands, I can't interfere with the fourth ring, let alone you are involved in a lot of things like this. The fourth link of big things”

The boy pointed to his temple, then put his palms together and prayed: "If you have to try, it will be enough for me to lie in the bed for a week."

"Am I like that kind of person?"

Song Shi remained calm.

"But you actually became the reserve clerk. I really didn't expect this. Isn't the clerk's requirements quite high?"

"What is this? I'm also busy studying hard, okay." Agalemal counted with his fingers: "The use and reorganization of firearms, literature, geography and various histories - my current history I don’t have my own academic qualifications or master’s degree in corporate alliances.”

"Using history as a mirror, you can know the success or substitution." Song Shi was interested: "Then let's talk about the current situation in Terra?"

"Have you cooked it with a pressure cooker? It's going to explode." Agalemal said bluntly: "I can't think of a possibility of incomplete war."

"Speak something I don't know." Song Shi shook his head.

"Uh" Agalemal thought for a while: "It seems that there will be nothing."

"Oh no, it seems to be true." The boy suddenly reacted: "If you ask me what I think, don't talk about the distance, just talk about the near Seven Land War, a battle of tens of thousands of people involved and hundreds of thousands of people involved. The battle has come to this point in a short section. No one still remembers how many times the knife pierced the skin and how many liters of blood have dried up."

"But" Agalemal suddenly paused, as if he was considering the words. After a while, he spoke: "Maybe from the perspective of history, this is not a bad thing. The world is bad enough now , perhaps overturning and rebuilding is the only option."

The boy stretched out his hand, and the angular alloy prosthesis covered the artificial sun, and the sunlight was projected from the gaps between his fingers to his face, forming mottled light traces.

"I am very lucky. I am so lucky. I first met you when I was abducted to be a human sieve, and then I successfully came to the Silents to learn and became a reserve clerk." The young man shook his head slowly: "But there is one." How many people are so lucky in the world? More people are gone in a clean and neat way, why are they gone?”

Agalemal withdrew his hand and straightened his collar.

“That’s what I think.”

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Aerospace Mothership·Outside the World.

After Agarelmar said goodbye.

A pure white room with a standard cube structure.

“—I’ll briefly talk about the summary.”

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Mortimer leaned against the sofa, and the young man sat on the sofa opposite. It seemed that the two sides were not going to conduct some incredible experiments, but instead made an appointment with the treatment room for the psychologist’s weekend schedule.

"If you are ready, just shout it's OK."

The man smiled and said, "We want to observe the absoluteness of the 'historical nodes', that is, when the environment, identity and power change, can modern historical nodes become historical nodes of the past- and vice versa."

"I will put you into a randomly selected reproduction history through [Infinity of Everything] later. Well, it's not random. You can think of it as a virtual game, or take everything you meet seriously, as you like , we will not interfere with this."

Mortimer pondered for a moment.

“To be precise, we don’t interfere with anything, you just have to do whatever you want.”

"It's OK." Song Shi raised his hand: "The reappearing history is so touching. I can't wait."

"The beautiful answer, although this is very disrespectful to history." Mortimer snapped his fingers: "The first test, let's start--"

A crisp sound rang out of the room, as if millions of crystal balls were gently colliding together.

Song Shi only felt that there was an indescribable traction that put on his palm. It was a gentle force, and he could get rid of it with just one thought - but at this moment, how could he choose to give up?

The consciousness sinks, and maybe it's a moment later, and then suddenly wakes up.

When Song Shi opened his eyes again, he heard the strong wind blowing through the banner and the rapid horns.

What touched the five senses earlier than the sound was the lingering turbid bloody smell. The tent that was set up in a hurry was rolled up and the tent door was rolled up, and the muffled thunder of shouting, wailing and horse hooves trampling on them came to my face!