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chapter 168. Encrypted Information

"Those things are too ancient? It'll break with a single touch?"

"No."

"Those things are too advanced? Unable to be accepted by 'us who live in the ancient past'? "

"No, I'm not. It doesn't have a poetic understanding..."

"Then..."

Saxson frowned.

He was probably at loggerheads with Char, and he wanted to find a reason no matter what.

However, after thinking for ten minutes, he still could not figure out what this had to do with time.

"Do you still remember how we got in?" Char reminded.

Saxson tried to recall the giant iron puppet at the entrance. Ever since Char inserted the key into the puppet, he had been able to turn back time and restore it. at the same time, a special force had imprisoned several people, and even Fredrick had been unable to break free from it.

A sudden inspiration flashed across his mind, but he could not grasp it.

Looking at his expression, Char knew that the other party had basically accepted it.

"This is not the other space that you understand. This place itself is in the cracks of time. This place will not be attacked by the abyss. No matter how the era falls and how civilization changes, the sieging soldiers will always be the Siege City soldiers, playing the role of an observer and a recorder." Char explained.

"So what we saw at the entrance was..."

"So the entrance we saw outside or all the entrances to the Siege City encirclement reveals a hypothesis of destruction. If the encirclement is destroyed, it might be like that. The key also returns to the time before the hypothesis."

Char said, "Most of the things you take away from here-a blade of grass, a tree, a screw, a wire, an empty battery-will be quickly analyzed by time into what they look like after they're destroyed once they leave the Siege City soldiers."

Saxson listened quietly. Suddenly, he asked in confusion, "But you said that there were two things that were..."

"The Tyrant Titan's drawing has nothing to do with the Siege City encirclement."

Crickto, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. he raised his finger, and his fingertips shrank into a flat surface. a miniature camera protruded out and quickly projected a three-dimensional, exquisite giant construction blueprint in the air.

He enlarged the structure by more than ten times and slowly rotated it, letting the three of them stand inside.

Char took over the conversation tacitly, like a guide.

"If you have some understanding, you should have a general understanding of the design of the encirclement. At least you should know that such a beautiful transformation machine can't be made by Crickto''s big-headed son is the limit of this guy's aesthetic. look at the row of traditional virtue series combat machines in the quality square. what kind of ugly and ugly they look?"

"Foolish. The excessive pursuit of the external form often makes the designer make the mistake of sacrificing performance. I won't make that kind of low-level mistake," he said, shrugging.

"Forget it, your aesthetic taste is too lousy..."

"Shut up, you living being whose intelligence level can not be measured. "

The two of them were now at each other's throats, but Saxson was still in shock.

"So this is..."

"Like the power gem, this is an outstanding wisdom of the second era. this map also entered the sieging of the tin soldiers by chance." Crickto replied, flicking his fingers and putting away the projection.

He looked at Char with curiosity.

Crickto knew that Char would not have brought this up for no reason. Since he had said it, he must have had some kind of plan.

"I have an idea." Char smiled. "Saxson's actions reminded me that it's a waste to store this knowledge in the encirclement. We can find a way to get it out and take a look."

"That's impossible, Char. With your level of intelligence, it will take you at least 27148 years, 8 months, and 7 days to get rid of your illiterate status here, and that's in an ideal situation."

"You're really impolite. Of course it wasn't me." Char rolled his eyes.

"The Elf? I'm afraid that's even more impossible. He's not even as good as you. So far, the oldest elf has only lived to 931 years old, 6 months and 8 days. This is not even enough for him to master 1% of his knowledge."

Saxson could not refute that.

As a long-lived species, this was the first time that his lifespan had become a restriction to him.

"No, it's not that exaggerated. the things here are like the ocean. i just want to build a water channel to guide the seawater to the outside world."

"You mean, you've found a 'pipe' that won't be disintegrated by time?"

"Bingo!"

Char snapped his fingers.

Just a few minutes ago, he had been looking at the fruits of his labor when he received a message from Rylai.

The prodigy girl said that the batch of goods that she had hoarded earlier had been wiped out by the first player guild that had entered Astan City. Not only had the workshop turned into a profit, but it had also received a considerable sum of money. She asked Char what to do with this batch of gold coins.

As the only two friends who were not blocked by him, Char only realized the seriousness of the problem when the voice sounded...

First of all, he no longer entered the sieging of the Siege City soldiers after losing contact with the outside world.

Secondly, friend communication would not be affected.

"It's like this."

He told this idea to Crickto and praised Rylai as rare as possible.

The blacksmith master waved her hand with a smile.

"It's no use, Char. Your analysis and calculation abilities are nothing more than a groundhog to me. Even the individual you're praising is just an even smarter groundhog. the efficiency of the transmission of knowledge depends on the digestion rate of the carrier and the receiver, so this is not a water channel, but a capillary channel narrower than a strand of hair."

"I'll try!" Char said shamelessly, "She's definitely much smarter than me! You can use the pattern you tested me with the first time!"

"I have 140 million questions in my question bank. Are you stupid enough to use the method of elimination?"

"Of course no!"

Char said righteously.

In fact, that was what this guy had thought at the beginning.

The first time he entered the encirclement was the second round. at that time, he had been tortured by Crickto's groundhog-level test, so he had silently memorized that question. after the third round, the other party's questions had completely changed!

Not only had the content changed, but the way of thinking and the rules had also changed!

It was the same every time after that, so Char decided not to bother remembering. He just wanted to see how many questions the other party had.

He finally knew the answer.

Fortunately, he only reincarnated 177 times.

Seeing that he was insistent, Crickto did not say anything. He reported a series of random numbers to Char according to a rhythm, as if hundreds of bank card numbers were connected together.

"What is this?"

Char recorded it down with a dumbfounded expression.

Another question?

"Based on these two considerations, I think that the content related to the encirclement is strongly encrypted and may not be able to be transmitted through the method you mentioned, so let's try to use decimal numbers as a carrier. this is also a test of the sensitivity of numbers."

"Huh?" Char was stunned for a few seconds. "Then why don't you try to send a picture?"

"Since encryption exists, there must be a filter. We have to find the smallest filter hole. The decimal system is the bottom line that I can accept. Beyond that, the transmission efficiency is too low. It's really as thin as a strand of hair, and there's no experimental value."

Char was skeptical, but he still sent the text over, noting at the end that this was a test.

Although he had complete trust in Crickto, he was still a little unconvinced, so he secretly attached a screenshot of the great craftsman and sent it.

He received Rylai's reply five minutes later.

[Is the first string of numbers the coordinates? Wow, it's so complicated, it looks like an amazing diagram when combined.]

[What's the second picture? Why did you suddenly send me a photo of you and the elf?]