novelhk Chapter 452 Private Bathhouse
Chapter 452 Private Bathhouse
Leaving aside the train crew who already know the whole truth, the locals of Onfaros remain completely unaware that everything they are doing is providing nourishment for a world-destroying, annihilating tyrant.
It's pathetic, isn't it?
Thinking they were saving the world, they unknowingly made outstanding contributions to the incubation of [destruction].
—It's all the administrator's fault!
Xing and Danheng wanted to find the spark of the [Law], and Bai'e naturally told Aglaia and Tibo about it.
Aglaia fell into deep thought.
Tibo then asked:
Did the two guests say why?
Bai Er nodded:
"Yes, Danheng said that as long as the spark of the Law is found, Onphalus can be saved."
Aglaia sighed:
"The flame of the Law has played a significant role in His Majesty Caesar's hands, yet it has failed to dispel the Black Tide... Do they have any other means?"
Looking down from the sky, the earth is beneath your feet.
Aglaia did not doubt that those from beyond the heavens could see more, but she also had to consider the Holy City.
Winning allies for humanity is a top priority.
only……
Recalling Yun's threat before leaving, Aglaia still felt a chill run down her spine.
Life always tends to avoid dangerous things, and electronic life is no exception.
After much deliberation, Aglaia finally made her decision.
"Take them to the heart of the cosmic vortex."
Even if we can't be friends with them, we shouldn't be their enemies either.
(Zhibao: No, after all this time, do you still think we're enemies?)
On the other side...
The two little ones took a few turns around Ohmma on the Starry Sky Train and took photos in places with unique scenery.
...but the camera's memory quickly ran out.
Hoshi wanted to ask March 7th, who was still on the train, if he could delete some photos, but Himeko told him that March 7th's condition had worsened and he had lost consciousness.
I'm so worried.
It's unclear whether these photos were backed up in the camera on March 7th, and they didn't delete them rashly.
"Where will we stay tonight?"
Xing asked this important question.
Danheng glanced at Kefal, who was carrying the Dawn Machine not far away:
"Let's first check if it's dark yet."
The Onphalus's "message tablet" does have a time stamp, which now appears to be around afternoon.
Fortunately, the "scales of justice" in this world can measure everything, and the credits they bring are still usable. Moreover, Yunzhi has always been quite generous to children.
and……
"Aren't we honored guests?"
Dan Heng said in a flat tone.
Xing blinked and nodded immediately:
"Oh right, they should arrange rooms for us, right?"
Xing's idea was quickly confirmed.
Bai'er, who had originally gone back to consult Aglaia, returned and overheard their conversation.
"Of course."
Bai E, ever the familiar type, interjected between them: "You two have helped us solve a great deal of trouble, and are honored guests of the Golden Descendants. Naturally, we should arrange your food, clothing, and lodging, shouldn't we?"
Xing's eyes sparkled: "That's great!"
Since she boarded the Star Train, they have been provided with accommodation and food in every place they have been.
That's great!
Dan Heng said, "Thank you for your help. Aglaia seems very busy right now?"
Bai Er nodded: "Yes, tracking down Nicardi's stronghold requires the joint efforts of Teacher Tibo and Ms. Aglaia."
"Haven't you found it yet?"
Bai Er shook his head: "Nicardoli's current territory is a mobile city-state hidden in the mist, and finding it will not be easy."
Dan Heng: If it were here, Nicardo would be gone by now.
But despite their thoughts, Yun Zhi gave them countless instructions before leaving: not to talk too much with the local rulers, not to reveal their extraterrestrial origins to the residents, not to hand over their belongings to others, and not to provoke any beings that seemed particularly eccentric...
Dan Heng took notes of everything the patriarch said, and tossed aside all the Star Core Essence.
Anyway, Danheng is still there to watch over things.
Bai E warmly invited them to go to the Marble Palace with them.
There, they prepared a great gift.
After winding their way through a vast bathing area and walking along a long corridor, many people stared at Xing and Danheng's unusual attire, but none of them approached to speak with them.
Quite a few people greeted Bai E, showing that this sunny and cheerful boy was very popular.
In a magnificent house, they met Aglaia.
She had just finished speaking with Tibo when Tibo smiled at them and turned to leave.
Danheng asked curiously, "Miss Tibo... was she busy with Nicardi's business?"
Aglaia smiled faintly: "Yes, we won't let any opportunity slip by."
"Putting those aside for now, you two have contributed greatly to the defense of the Holy City, and for that, I would like to present you with a gift of gratitude."
Aglaia led them toward one of the doors.
"A private bathhouse."
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Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden —
Feng Jin led Yun Zhi through the corridor under the trees and into the famous academy of Onfaros.
On the giant tree, a compassionate figure looked down at the scholar below.
"In the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden, seven schools of thought split apart due to differences in ideology and theory."
As they walked up the long steps leading to the tree garden, Feng Jin introduced Yun Zhi to the place:
"They are the Lotus Seed School, the Goat School, the Knot School, the Worship School, the Stone-Drawing School, the Red Pottery School, and the Wisdom Seed School. Teacher Xia is a sage of the Wisdom Seed School."
Hmm, a very familiar setup.
There were conflicts and mutual learning between different schools of thought, and overall, everything was fine.
Well, although Professor Xia was often criticized by people from other schools of thought, he himself never cared.
The Black Tide had not yet spread here, and the Divine Enlightenment Tree Garden was still bustling with people.
...I didn't see any guards.
If something happens here, there will probably be a bloodbath.
"Ah, we've arrived."
Feng Jin stopped in front of an office and knocked on the door:
"Teacher, I am Feng Jin."
Little Ika fluttered its wings and flew to the side, calling out:
"Beep~ Beep~"
There was no response from inside the door.
Aren't you here?
But the explosion just now definitely came from here, right?
Feng Jin asked, somewhat puzzled, "? At that moment, Teacher Xia?"
This time, there was some reaction from inside the door, as if someone said something, but then silence returned.
Feng Jin suddenly had a bad feeling.
She raised her hand and gently pushed the door open: "Teacher, may I come in?"
The latch on the door turned a few times and then popped open.
In an instant, Feng Jin's eyes trembled violently.
Her teacher was kneeling on the ground in agony, clutching his head with both hands, cold sweat pouring down his face.
He was breathing heavily, his only remaining eye tightly closed, then opened again, the pupil constricted.
"teacher!"
Feng Jin rushed in: "Teacher, what's wrong?"
"Beep—beep—"
Little Ika circled around them, her little wings flapping much faster in her eagerness.
Yunzhi, who was following behind them, looked... well, at the top of Xia's head.
SkeMma720.
Although her facial expression couldn't be seen, judging from Feng Jin's tone, Xia's condition wasn't very good at that moment.
...Okay, this is actually his fault.
Outside of mythology, besides seizing authority from the ancients, Yunzhi did something else.
He selected one of the twelve factors in the cyclical pattern of Eternal Regression and inserted several Eternal Regression data points into that code.
In other words, some memories were stuffed into that code.
Not many, maybe a hundred or so times.
He observed that the two clusters of electrical signals that triggered the eternal cycle had looped more than 30 million times, and guessed that the electronic life forms here probably didn't need to worry about the problem of excessive memory causing brain overload.
He was the one who acted recklessly.
Yunzhi stood calmly at the door, waiting for Xia to calm down so he could have a proper chat with this disrespectful person.
—Yes, it's Anaxagoras.