Chapter 36 Black Trial
"What were you looking at just now, Morse?" Perturabo asked. With the end of the entire ceremony, the knife wound on his hand was no longer bleeding.
"You feel it?" Morse fiddled with a piece of fruit on the plate in front of him. After playing with it for a long time, he took a bite. "Your senses are getting sharper, Perturabo."
He raised his fingertips and pointed at the golden cup in the hand of the goddess statue that was being removed, destroying the blood cell structure in it, and adding parts by the way. The complex energy of occult meaning is hedged with its original symbolic image to guard against possible problems.
“Stop playing riddles.” Perturabo said dissatisfiedly, his fingers resting on the table behind him on the letterhead sent by the previous soldier.
The anger at being maliciously deceived by the Kaldis people did not leave him, but turned into a source of motivation, adding strength to the flow of his heart and blood.
"Is there someone else who wants to commit a foolish act of assassination? Whose malicious intent have you guarded against me? I want to know."
Morse looked at him in surprise and continued to eat his unknown food. Fruit: "It is also your gift to be able to say what you want to thank me like this."
"You started your opening remarks with disparaging remarks about me."
" Preach, in season and out of season; rebuke, warn, exhort—don’t ask me who St. Paul is, it’s not me.” Morse used his psychic powers to keep his words legible for those around him. Eat fruit while talking.
Then he threw the core into the empty plate, stood up, and walked around Perturabo to the other side of the iron seat.
"I'm trying to identify whether someone has cursed you with witchcraft." Morse said.
Perturabo raised his head, showing deep suspicion.
Morse went on to add: "I believe I gave you a hint as to what witchcraft - as we will call it for now - is, and it was not my fault if you failed to grasp it. "
"It seems you haven't done anything," Perturabo tried, having learned scattered folk science from Morse for many years. What he mastered best was verbal sarcasm." Except for being mysterious.”
"You can use Harcon to practice how to arouse people's anger a few more times." Morse said easily. "To be honest, I have tried my best to choose the words to tell you the truth. But don't forget They can see you, do you enjoy the fear and pain of being noticed so much that you want them to find you again? My wise Perturabo."
Petura. Beau frowned his eyebrows. The greatest gift of forgiveness that time had given him was that his long frown did not leave three vertical lines between his eyebrows.
He quickly stopped asking questions. It was obvious that his brain had filled in and created a theory that satisfied himself.
The young man also stood up from the seat. Since the weight of the iron exceeded the upper limit of his muscles, he could not push the wicker chair away easily like Morse. He could only push the chair away from the seat and the table. Move out of the gap in the middle.
This may be the reason why he never left his steel chair while everyone was still there.
Perturabo stood a little distance from Morse, for he was half a head shorter than Morse.
The young man skipped this topic seriously. He cast his gaze further, toward the end of the ground. The sunlight made the shadows on his face profound and unpredictable, while the inside of his lake-like blue irises ignited with a golden-red fire.
After this scene lasted for more than ten seconds, Morse confirmed that Perturabo was waiting for him to ask him something.
He patted the back of the young man's chair and swayed himself to sit on the steel chair. Perturabo took a step forward and walked into his sight.
Morse put one hand on the armrest to support his head and laughed.
"What worries you, Perturabo," he said softly. "What makes you want to go to war against Olympia? Do you know that if you build machines for another ten years, the entire planet will kneel at your feet?" "Will you still be in Lokos in ten years?" Petula Bo Qing couldn't help but ask. He grasped a sharp corner of the steel seat and, after a pause, continued: "You gave me a riddle, Morse. I've been trying to solve it."
Morse chose to ignore Perturabo's first question, "It sounds like you succeeded in solving the puzzle, otherwise you wouldn't be bragging about it with me."
"Your second puzzle. "The mystery of the moon." Perturabo said, "When I checked all the documents of Lokos, some documents provided by other countries, and communicated with the nine wise men of Pelecontia, I paid attention to and compiled all the information in history. A review of relevant documents and research. "
"At the current stage, local research in Olympia is mostly about astrology-level events, and the main research directions are theology and religious symbology. This is obviously completely inconsistent with your expectations. , Morse. In this regard, I paid attention to the specific characteristics of the planet's operation, re-planned and summarized many related phenomena of the moon, summarized commonly used data sets, evaluated and compared the formula calculation effects of typical methods, and discussed from different dimensions The more advanced lunar orbit models and calculation methods in recent years have finally reached two conclusions.”
"First, the moon is indeed a satellite of Olympia, that is, a celestial body that is centered on Olympia and periodically orbits Olympia in a closed orbit. The diameter of the moon is very different from that of Olympia."
Pettu Labo explained the definition of a satellite with a serious face, and added, "Oh, by the way, I think you know that Olympia is a spherical planet."
Considering that the planet of human origin in the old night, It took people countless years and even the lives of several pioneers to conclude that the moon is not the home of the moon goddess in the myths of various tribes, and the ground is not endlessly flat. Morse felt that Perturabo did a pretty good job.
"Second, the moon changed its orbit once thousands of years ago. The reason is unknown. It may be an impact, a large change in mass, or a change in the gravitational environment. This is not bizarre, but this time The change of course coincides with another important event in historical documents."
At this point, Perturabo spent a moment observing Morse's facial expression, trying to infer him from it. Did I say something wrong?
Of course, he could only feel the trouble of facing the puzzle itself from Morse's unchanging expression, but Morse did not refute this phenomenon, which was a silent encouragement to him.
"Black Judgment." Perturabo spat out the word with strong disgust.
"A color, a noun, the puzzle you gave me many years ago." The last time their shadows fell on this world, slaughter and enslavement fell on tens of thousands of people. Over the head. 'This is exactly the same description as the black judgment in Olympia. When the judgment comes, countless people will die."
"This is why I must unify Olympia as soon as possible. It is impossible to resist a degenerate tribe that has inherited ancient technology intact and is willing to entertain itself with human blood for unknown reasons.”
Morse listened to Perturabo repeating what he had said ten years ago verbatim. Tell him the sentence, slightly raising the corner of your lips: "And I can tell you that not only have they completely inherited the technology of the Dark Ages and brought more than ten nearby planets into the scope of the terror rule, but their genes are undoubtedly human beings themselves development and expansion, rather than originating from more external alien races.”
He raised his head and glanced at the location of the satellite Olympia, which was invisible in the daytime, knowing in his heart that the warlike quality in Perturabo's nature had finally found an excuse for its own appearance.
A tool, a weapon.
The disadvantages and advantages are that they are too human-like.
While thinking, Morse continued: "When I first discovered their existence, I thought they would be related to another fallen alien empire. It turns out that I just overestimated humanity."
"This also made me lose all interest in dealing with them, although if you want to hold Olympia in your hands, you will have to slaughter them all sooner or later in the future."
"I wish you will help this planet leap into the ranks of space civilization as soon as possible. You see, I always tell you everything, child."
"I have completed my naming ceremony." Petula Beau said grimly.
"Well, congratulations on coming of age, you child who cares about your age. Go and devote your skills to the war of reunification. I have no interest in attaching a formal tearful farewell."
(End of this chapter)