Chapter 518： Pitman's Secret

The first snow after the winter has finally arrived.

The fluttering snow falls from the lead-gray sky and gently covers every inch of Cecil City. All the bell towers, roofs, walls, and sentry towers are covered in a short period of time. White, in this boundless and gentle snow, the boundaries between heaven and earth, the boundaries between the city and the wilderness, the boundaries of houses and streets, all boundaries are blurred.

Tyre cautiously squirmed in front of the porch. She poked her long tail out of the porch and poked the thicker snow under the porch with the tip of her tail. Then a burst of visible shock followed. The tip of her tail spread all over the body - Miss Kraken slammed hard and took the tail back straight into a group: "Ice is dead! I don't go out in this ghost weather!"

However, Rebecca stood in the middle of the courtyard, and turned back to Tyre to make a strong move: "It’s rare to take a vacation on Wednesday, you can try it! It’s fun to play snowball! I like snow when I was young!"

In Cecil, people have eight days of work a week, and every Saturday and Sunday are rest days. However, due to the recent progress of a large number of research projects, Rebecca has not taken a vacation for a long time. The first snow made her finally have a reason for the holiday, but also reminded her of the happy time when she was a child in the snow. Although she has grown up, although the world has been turned upside down, it is snowing, as always, people happy.

Tiel, who was born in the deep sea, couldn’t understand Rebecca’s source of happiness. This is the second winter she spent on land. It’s snowing, freezing, and the water is not active. There is no fun at all: "It’s not that the snowballs are thrown at each other and thrown away. You humans like to throw things away and throw them away when you throw stones. I can’t understand this love sign... and You have to fight the snow, at least wait for the snow to stop, so now this snow is enough..."

As the Miss Haiyue said, she worked harder to put the tail together and tried to retract the upper body back into the ball formed by the tail: "I am sleepy, I want to go back to sleep..."

However, her voice did not fall, and a cold little snow mass suddenly flew up and slammed into her head.

"Wow!!" Tyre’s balance was instantly broken, and the tail of the disk almost slid toward the back. “I said no to play!”

"Not me!" Rebecca also saw the snow mass on Tyre's face, and quickly put his hand on it. "The snowball is from another direction..."

Her voice did not fall, and suddenly a snowball flew out of the corner of the courtyard, and this time she slammed into her head.

"……amber!!"

Tyre finally screamed, and her scream reminded Rebecca, who was still in a circle. The two men looked up together and looked at the direction in which the snowball flew—where a snowball was condensing out of thin air. There are sneaky footprints on the snow...

In the still snow that was still flying, a small melee was unfolding in the courtyard of the Lord's House.

"Young is so good..."

After the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study, Gao Wen took back the sight of the courtyard below and sighed softly.

Pittman sat on a chair on the side of the desk. He took a sip of hot tea and raised his eyelids to look at Gao Wen: "Your body is only 37 years old - still quite young."

"Thirty-seven years old is already an age that is not suitable for **** in the yard and the younger generation," Gao Wen returned to the back of the desk, sat down in his large seat, and grabbed the tea cup in front of him. "Drink in the study." The tea is quite good."

Pittman smiled: "It's a pity that the old man who is in the middle of the room is sitting opposite you."

Gao Wen didn't answer, but slowly took a hot tea, then watched that Pitman seemed to be able to maintain the hippie smile face under any circumstances. After watching it for two seconds, he said: "I heard You solved the technical problem that Carmel encountered - is it called artificial nerve cable?"

“Yes, the product of the combination of druid technology and alchemy engineering can not be imagined by ordinary people.”

"The general druid can't think of that kind of thing," Gao Wen said quietly. "That is the technique of the sleeper. Strictly speaking, it is the depregated druids who created everything, and then passed to the sleepless." Then, the neural connection technology improved by the biochemical engineers of the sleeper."

Pittman’s expression finally had a hint of gloom, then he shook his head, with a helpless smile on his face: “I thought you didn’t know this – since you know, why not tell Carmel? Just to let me Say it?"

"No, I don't like to test or investigate my subordinates in this way. The situation is just an accident for me," Gao Wen said calmly. "The reason why I didn't tell Carmel is because of this. Technology is inhuman, and it has a huge hidden danger: implanting artificial neural cords can dramatically change the personality of the receptor, and even the risk of mental breakdown."

"...It's true, artificial nerves are a very uncontrollable thing," Pittman nodded. "It seems that you really know a lot about the secrets of the eternal sleeper and all things. I am very curious, you are in contact." After their knowledge, what do they think of them?"

“They have mastered highly advanced technologies in specific areas, and they seem to have a sense of mission. I even suspect that they think they are saving the world – this is from some of their big plans. But this can’t be Changing the facts of their sinfulness does not prove that their goals are correct.” Gao Wen put the teacup on the table and said it without hesitation. “If the direction is wrong, the more knowledge, the more reactionary, if the means is wrong, work hard. The more you sin."

Pittman’s eyes changed at that moment. Gao Wen couldn’t tell the specific reason and content of the change, but at this moment, he really felt Pittman’s disguised hippie smile and cynical appearance. Dissipated, a heavy and lonely temperament actually appeared on this little old man - but it was only a short moment.

"You are right, direction and means..." Pittman smiled and smiled and filled himself with self-deprecation. "The gift of talent really exists. Some people can easily do what others can't do - you So simple, I pointed out the key point, but I have been playing for most of my life to understand the meaning of these two sentences."

"These words are not created by me. It is the wisdom of the predecessors. I just borrowed and transformed them," Gao Wen said, his face showing a serious expression. "Pitman, it is time to be open and honest."

Pittman greeted Gao Wen's gaze. After a few seconds of silence, he finally whispered: "I am the withered **** of all things, once it was."

Sure enough.

Gao Wen’s heart sighed softly. His doubts in this area were not once and twice. But Pitman did not take the initiative to speak. He did not take the initiative to ask. Today, through the opportunity of “artificial neural cable technology”, he The suspicion was finally confirmed.

However, before he spoke, Pittman had a remark: "At the same time, I am also a nightmare instructor of the sleeper - once."

Is it a believer in the end of all things, and a member of the permanent sleeper? !

This is completely beyond the expectations of Gao Wen. He looked at the wrinkled little old man in front of his eyes in amazement: "You joined two sects at the same time?!"

"It’s the first thing that joins," Pittman shook his head. "That was when I was very young--to be honest, I really wanted to be an orthodox druid, and I was really a forest. The school of heart, but the fate of this kind of thing is so unreasonable... The famine in the town is the reduction of production caused by the erosion of magic. The conventional Druid spell has no effect at all. Even my mentor ran away, everyone No way, until an alien druid solved the problem, so I followed the new druid and went to be his apprentice - and later I realized that he was the shepherd of all things."

"And then you joined the end of all things?" Gao Wen looked at Pitman's eyes, and it was hard to hide his curiosity. "How did you join the sleeper?"

"I originally thought that the technology of all things will cure the land, can solve the famine, and let me learn the real knowledge, but then I found that they are just a group of madmen, so I took the opportunity to exchange and join the sleep. - In the Memory Think Tank of the Sleeper, there is the richest knowledge in the world. Although I am not good at dreaming spells, I am very interested in their other knowledge..."

"Then you find that they are another group of madmen," Gao Wen knows that Pitman's experience when he was young can never be so simple, but obviously the other party is not willing to say so detailed, so he skipped the topic, "You Out of the sleeper? Then?"

Pitman spread his hand: "And then? Then I met a crappy thief who followed him to adopt a half-elf with no respect for the old."

Gao Wen was dumb, then smiled: "I thought you would join the son of the storm. After all, you have joined the three sects."

The son of the storm...

Pittman’s face revealed the look of memories for a moment, and then he smiled and shook his head: “I really found them, but I can’t learn to swim, I am seasick, and more importantly, I don’t know how to eat raw fish. Going into it."

Gao Wen: "..."

This seems to be unreasonable, abducted and deceived, the skin of a ratio, the old and old Druid, once had a magnificent life.

Although Gao Wen is really interested in Pitman's unseen and magnificent life, but looking at the other side, this little old man is obviously trying to avoid that life, so he just nodded: "You are now out of them. ""

"It’s been gone for many years," Pitman said quietly. "To tell the truth, I almost forgot that I was a member of them. The reinventor who exploded on the dock shocked me. I thought they finally Going to the door - the result proves that you are more likely to attract their attention than the young people who have defected in the middle of me.

"I have a very curious thing. Are you really just a low-level Druid of three levels?" Gao Wen looked up and down Pitman. "Your truth..."

Pittman smiled lightly: "Two defections are a price to pay - now I am really just a third-level low-level druid."

"...It turned out to be the case." Gao Wen accepted the other party's statement, and outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, it was passing on the increasingly loud laughter in the courtyard.

He asked: "Does Amber know your past?"

"She doesn't know, I don't want her to know," Pitman shook his head. "It's not a glorious experience to join the dark sect twice. Although I don't think I have done anything terrible, I still want to put myself here. The paragraph used to be isolated from the life of Amber - her life should have nothing to do with these darkness, she should be carefree, not worried, not to be afraid of the days, and get good training and education..."

"Let's say that she has made the shackles a routine, and she will drill into the coffin board of other people's graves. I think that your education with her adoptive father may not be very good..."

Pittman thought for a moment: "...you have something to say."