” In short, all in all.
Bayle still couldn’t meet Elio as he had hoped.
However, Elio sent him a few words, perhaps a chapter of a script.
It looked very sophisticated, but in reality, Bayle didn’t understand a single word.
“The music of a solo dance, the stage of the ignorant.” “The funeral song of death, the prologue of the Self-Annihilator.” “The symphony of destruction, the end of nihility.” “And, the game of the future.” This is hopeless, what kind of nonsense is this…?
Could it be that all of Elio’s scripts are riddles like this?
But who could understand this?
Are they doing this on purpose just to target me!
No choice, offering a high reward for a translation, waiting online, it’s urgent.
[These words aren’t friendly at all.
Even though I didn’t understand them, I can tell at a glance that they aren’t anything good.] [No kidding.
Funeral song, solo dance, ignorance, death, self-annihilation, destruction…] [Oh, I get it.
You die if you sing, you die if you dance, the ignorant will die, the suicidal will die, the Self-Annihilator will die, and those heading toward destruction will also die.] [WTF.] [Say something human beings can understand.] [I know, I know, the prophet is working his magic, this universe is doomed.] “Hey, hey, hey, you can’t just say things like that.” Bayle looked at the barrage and felt speechless for a moment.
Can’t you guys give some useful reactions?
Kafka acted throughout as if she were hosting a very familiar friend.
There was no highlight in her purple-red pupils, yet she carried a faint, elusive smile.
“Are you done reading?
Bayle.” Bayle shook his head: “I didn’t understand it.
Amphoreus—will you Stellaron Hunters be getting involved?” Kafka just smiled gently.
“Listen to me—[Go ahead and try it boldly, don’t be afraid of the consequences].” Bayle was stunned for a moment.
When leaving, he couldn’t help but mutter.
No wonder everyone says Kafka is a wicked woman; who could resist that…
But regardless, Elio didn’t want to see him, so this path of the Stellaron Hunters was a dead end anyway.
Perhaps later on, they might help out, but Bayle couldn’t bet on that.
After thinking about it, it was better to return to Herta Space Station and find Ms.
Herta.
After all, at this moment, he didn’t know anyone else, nor did he have any evidence to tell others what kind of crisis the galaxy was facing.
…
Just as he returned to Herta Space Station and opened a door to find Ms.
Herta, he was tackled head-on by Peppy, who was dashing about everywhere.
Asta was chasing after it, panting, while Peppy was rushing about, yelping.
“Whew…
Don’t…
don’t run anymore, stop, I’m out of energy…” She leaned against the wall, breathless from exhaustion.
Bayle glanced at Peppy in his arms, then looked at the exhausted Asta, and took Peppy over.
“What is this?
A Herta Space Station marathon?” “Ah…” Seeing Peppy suddenly appear in her field of vision, Asta was instantly excited.
She took Peppy and was about to thank him, but when she looked up and saw Bayle, she said, “Um, it’s like this: Peppy just accidentally swallowed a Curio, and I wanted to help it get it out, but it mistook me for playing with it, and then…” Bayle was stunned for a moment.
“Huh?
Swallowed a Curio?
Then you’d better go quickly, don’t let it digest it.” “Okay!” Asta hurriedly held Peppy and quickly disappeared from Bayle’s sight.
“It’s quite, lively.” Bayle watched this scene and commented, resting his chin on his hand.
“Do you think the space station should be deserted?” Bayle shrugged and turned to walk toward the genius who had been watching for quite a while.
“After all, they are all scientific geniuses, isn’t it normal for it to be a bit deserted?
Just like you, Ruan Mei.” Ruan Mei shook her head.
“Ms.
Herta doesn’t have a cold personality; you have too much prejudice against scientific researchers.” Bayle looked at Ruan Mei’s calm profile, involuntarily thinking of the strange little pastries she made.
“It’s not really prejudice; with so many geniuses in the Society, how many would be interested in things outside of their own research?” Ruan Mei didn’t refute this.
Because, except for Ms.
Herta, she couldn’t seem to think of a second one.
“Yo, you’re back?” Herta’s puppet was leaning against a nearby doorframe, arms crossed, with an expression of enjoying the show.
Bayle recalled; he didn’t remember there being a puppet here before.
He remembered that the reason why there were so many of Herta’s puppets on the space station was simply because Herta was too lazy to walk, so she had placed many of them in various corners.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but tease.
“If it isn’t Herta; did you finally decide to bother operating your puppet to walk?” “That’s not the point.
The point is, I’ve found the specific coordinates.
Come over here, and you too, Ruan Mei, come along.” After speaking, without waiting for the two to answer, the little Herta’s eyes dimmed, and she went offline.
Fine, fine, fine…
just giving a notice, really.
Bayle didn’t waste words, turned to look at Ruan Mei: “Shall we go?
Great Genius Ruan.” Ruan Mei didn’t move; she looked into Bayle’s eyes and asked seriously: “Are you holding a grudge?” “What grudge??” Ruan Mei shook her head: “Let’s go.” Bayle just felt it was ridiculous; the thought processes of geniuses are indeed much stranger than those of ordinary people.
At the very least, he couldn’t keep up.
Arriving at Ms.
Herta’s secret base, Herta stood in front of the supercomputer, arms crossed, looking at the data on the screen.
“Come here, I found it.” Bayle walked to Herta’s side and asked curiously: “So fast?
What exactly did you find?” The Fourth Mirror appeared beside them at just the right time.
Herta chuckled: “This little Memory Snatcher had quite a lot in her head.
That place, [Amphoreus], seems to be of great interest to many Memokeepers.” “I searched through her consciousness and found some keywords.” “[Land of Eternity], [Land of Refusal], [Garden of Recollection’s Private Collection]…” She tapped the keyboard a few times, and on the screen, a marker lit up in the galaxy, and its detailed coordinates were displayed.
The location of the marker was precisely [Amphoreus].
“As expected of Ms.
Herta…” Bayle exclaimed sincerely, “I thought you were just looking for coordinates, but you ended up digging up almost the entire purpose of the Garden of Recollection?” Herta snorted lightly.
“Does a mere coordinate really require this genius to search for so long?” Bayle didn’t commit to an opinion.
Things that were very difficult for ordinary people might indeed be something very easy for Herta to accomplish.
Herta continued.
“But unfortunately, this mysterious Amphoreus doesn’t have any useful clues from the outside, so I intend to just pay a visit in person.” Ruan Mei stepped forward.
She had been listening quietly for a long time and finally couldn’t help but ask.
“Ms.
Herta, are you going to Amphoreus yourself?”
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”