The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 12 Ikanser Bernard
Audrey, who had barely recovered from this, only responded very humbly and shyly.

After all, what the other party can't buy by posting the gold list on his forehead is just a huge bottle that is backlogged in her family's treasure house, less than one-ninth of the amount.

Then began the preparation record full of anticipation, Mr. Hanged Man gave the audience potion formula, and the spiritual power brought by controlling one's own potion through meditation, and other supernatural knowledge.

During this period, Klein the Fool, who was sitting at the top of the long table, suddenly knocked on the edge of the table and gave a hint that he could digest the potion through acting.

As a reward, everyone must collect "Rosell's Diary" for each other, even if it is only a simple page.

During this period, he also performed a series of carrots and sticks through prompting and acting, and he was able to understand Russell's diary, etc., so that the unhappiness accumulated in the heart of the Hanged Man Alger completely disappeared.

Especially when he heard that the precious "acting method" was only exchanged for two pages of the diary, he bowed slightly excitedly, and at the same time secretly lamented the greatness and generosity of Mr. Fool.

As the party gradually came to an end, Klein, whose spirituality was nearly exhausted due to the battle above the gray mist, and whose head began to ache, chose to end it hastily.

The crimson brilliance flashed again, and when I looked up, it was still that small and cramped room, as if the party just now was just an unrealistic illusion.

And it wasn't until this time that Aiwen gradually withdrew from the painful memories, and instead forcibly focused on the matters discussed by the members of the Tarot Society.

For the temptation of the Fool, not only did he not get the information he wanted, but he almost exposed his weakness.

Although I have long been used to the current state, but the old memories were fragmented by the plastic surgery, and the new memories were finally turned false by the subconscious story on the golden throne.

So dreams and memories have become his fatal weakness.

"Huh...sequences, potions, impersonations, extraordinary knowledge, materials, and items."

"According to what they said, I should be a generalist of Sequence 9. Barr once said in a dream that a generalist is proficient in mechanical knowledge... a bit like an oil guy?"

Slowly calming down, thinking about the topics discussed between justice and the Hanged Man, he suddenly discovered a new problem.

That is, even if the evil god of the subspace can cut off the beard, his prayer to the emperor will definitely not be able to invade the golden throne with a stagnant position.

Otherwise, in the original battle of Terra, the evil gods and the great demons should be in the palace together, besieging the emperor.

Instead of storming from outside the solar system through Horus and several other traitors.

Therefore, it is impossible to tell the "story" in your subconscious mind on the stage.

"Or, the existence of the self-proclaimed fool is not Tzeentch's vest at all?"

Just as he was making random guesses in his mind, the partition directly under the iron door was suddenly pulled open, and a "simple" dinner was stuffed in.

When the partition was pulled back, a faint, imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on Aiwen's face.

"It's really a confinement room!"

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, he raised his hand and pinched the slender biceps on his arms, suddenly giving him a feeling that his current body, if it hit the two-meter-high Astartes with shoulders that could run horses, would be able to shake The feeling of being crushed on the spot.

"The body is the capital of loyalty!"

Sighing a self-adapted famous quote, Aiwen got out of bed, picked up the lunch box, and quickly settled the first dinner after waking up.

To be honest, the taste was not that great, the burrito was too buttery, the soup was too bland, the sausage was simply sliced, not fried, fried, steamed, boiled or grilled, and the cuisine was a desert in the food world.

Of course, this is not such a serious problem for the Astartes who can chew on stones when they are hungry.

Although they would enjoy simple but not simple food when returning to their home planet or station during the rest period, especially in his battle group.

"Because I'm full, I don't want to go home after eating!"

After appeasing his stomach, Aiwen turned around and lay back on the bed again, and fell into a deep sleep amidst his thoughts. This was the kind of peaceful sleep he hadn't experienced for a long time.

In this way, the comfortable days of eating and sleeping after eating, and waking up to eat, passed for another two days.

It wasn't until the third day that the first guest was finally ushered in in the narrow and simple lounge.

A man dressed in ordinary clothes, but with a tough face, a messy explosive short brown hair, and a little tired man.

He held a chair in his left hand, and an ancient silver mirror with a strange pattern carved on the back and a pair of "eyes" inlaid on the top of the front with black gemstones in his right hand.

He nodded to the captain Dick who accompanied him, and after the other party closed the door again, he put the chair on the opposite side of the bed under Ivan's watchful eyes.

But just as he was about to sit down, a silver character and a big question mark suddenly appeared on the quaint silver mirror on his right hand, and then quickly disappeared.

At the same time, the man with the explosive hairstyle sat on the chair and straightened his back, staring at the childish Ivan on the opposite side, and introduced himself:

"Hello, I am the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, Captain Ikanser Bernard of the Mechanical Heart in the Backlund Diocese, I was sent by the diocese to give you an interview regarding the extraordinary incident that happened at Tingen City Technical College investigation."

From the beginning to the end, Ivan did not get up, lay on his back on the narrow single bed and nodded slightly to the other party, and then set his sights on the triangular mechanical holy emblem on the wall of the lounge.

"The Church of the God of Steam and Mechanism? Hehe...It feels a bit like the Church of the Mechanic God. I wonder if there is a Machine Soul? Is there a God of Mechanism?"

Regarding this, Ikanser, who looked slightly decadent, didn't mind, but said straight to the point:

"The first question, when you and your classmates went to the outskirts of Tingen, the ancient ruins from the end of the fourth era, were they bewitched by others?"

"I think you should prepare some paper and pens, or an assistant who specializes in recording." After temporarily suppressing his random thoughts, Ivan smiled, pointed in the direction of the door and said:
"Of course, you may not expect to be able to ask something useful from me. After all, they already knew during the interrogation three days ago that I lost a lot of memory in the previous incident."

"So I'm not clear about your question, but there should be some connection with Mister Pichai, who is our industrial archeology teacher."

After Ivan mentioned Mister Pichai, Ikanser put the silver mirror on his knees and asked very intently: "How do you know the name Mister Pichai? Instead of Hydelin, the identity he forged a month ago?"

"In the dream, he told me himself, and Mr. Inspector Barr!"

In front of the bed in the small lounge, Ikanser nodded thoughtfully, and then suddenly said with a serious expression:
"Mr. Stimson, please answer my next question truthfully, for your own safety and for the lives of other innocent people."

"Let's put it this way, as far as I know, we lost a lot of ordinary police officers in the follow-up containment operation in response to the extraordinary incident at the Tingen Technical College, causing serious injuries to two official members of the local Mechanical Heart team, and a large number of ordinary police officers. The people have witnessed with their own eyes the harsh consequences of the bloody battle between the Transcendents."

"What's weird is that Upton, who took you to participate in the operation, was safe and sound afterwards, but everyone who witnessed the operation believed that he was seriously injured at the time, and his chest was completely torn by the rotary machine gun."

"At the same time, there are ordinary police officers who have been judged dead. Except for an ordinary police officer named Hyde who suffered a sudden brain death, the bodies of the others have not suffered any trauma."

"You mean, no one was physically harmed in that operation?"

Hearing this, Aiwen sat up directly from the bed, staring at Ikanser with afro-hair, as if trying to find a trace of abnormality in the slightly decadent expression of the other party.

"Yes!" But Jian Qi nodded and said, "To be precise, our actual loss is not serious, only Barr's mental state has been seriously traumatized, and an ordinary policeman, Hyde, died."

"But it should be noted that according to statistics, more than 60% of the survivors who have been exposed to extraordinary events in the past died one after another within the following month, and more than two-thirds of the remaining 40% did not survive a lifetime. Year."

"They will always die due to various reasons and coincidences, including but not limited to myocardial infarction, brain death, sudden illness, suicide and so on!"

(End of this chapter)