How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 5 Conversation
"Maybe so." Conrad Coates showed a strangely ambiguous attitude towards the reality of this physical level.

"You are trying to obscure the objective facts." Fujimaru Ritsuka crossed his arms, raised his head and looked at him without fear, "Although from my personal point of view, I don't really care about what others think of me. But in view of some other actual objective circumstances, I think it is best for me to emphasize: I am an ordinary human being who is average in all aspects, and there is no doubt that I am a 'mortal' in your context."

Conrad Coates wanted to refute, after all, this "mortal"'s too magnificent life had just made him stumble three times.He has already prepared many sarcasms and rebuttals for this, and at least three hundred examples can be used to prove it, but he does not need any precognition ability to predict that if he wants to start a debate with the opponent on this topic, then Their conversations would become endless.

So he simply didn't react to it and complained softly about the topic he wanted to discuss: "I wanted to seek an answer, but my father, who was overly fond of hints and metaphors, just kept me and my problems separate. I was thrown into such a scene."

Fujimaru Ritsuka followed the good example and did not dwell too much on the previous topic. She followed his intention and asked: "So did you find the answer in this scene?"

"No." Conrad Coates' tone was a little irritated, "Your legion is very different from mine. The people I was familiar with have also become a little different under your hands, but I didn't see it. Anything decisive.”

"The decisive thing? What do you mean?"

"The reason that makes Nostramo better; the reason that makes you decide to let this nest of sin go without bringing judgment on it; the reason that keeps you sane in the face of the foreseeable future."

After he finished speaking, Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged in frustration.

"First of all, I didn't make Nostramo better." She was obviously not in a good mood about this, but she still walked down from the small platform used as a stepping stone and got out of the room surrounded by Astartes that looked at her. He walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the edge of the bridge, which was too tall for the human wall. "This field is built based on you. So even on orbit, you should be able to directly 'inspect' Nostra." Everything on Mo Di’s surface - no matter how hard I try, the crime rate in the city just keeps going up and down, and it’s obviously been a relatively... ugly period lately.”

Conrad Curze followed her footsteps, overlooking the ever-dark planet from the Night Veil in the void.The time in the illusion was frozen, but as Fujimaru Ritsuka said, as long as he had this thought, everything that had happened recently on Nostramo would automatically unfold before his eyes.

It feels a little strange.Vast amounts of information were poured into the mind of the real Primarch, creating a vision similar to the prophecies he was accustomed to, but gentler and more controllable.If the feeling of those prophecies squeezing into Conrad Coates's mind was like pouring water into a boiling pot of oil, then the rush of these "already happened" images was like water dripping into a sink. .It cannot be said that it has no impact on the mind when it happens, but in the eyes of Conrad Coates, who is used to the former, it is simply easy and pleasant to ignore this vague touch.

The primarch's brain began to interpret those mountainous images in a rare and comfortable working environment.He saw every conspiracy, every violence, every theft, every killing in Nostramo.He saw the workers lying numb in the slums, he saw the clerks in the market who were in panic all day long, he saw the sheriff who was trying in vain to maintain order but was overwhelmed by the mob, he saw the people mingling with each other and drinking sin on the gorgeous dance floor of Shangchao. Aristocrats brewing fine wine.

He saw Nostramo.The details were slightly different from the original one, but fundamentally, it was still the same Nostramo he was familiar with who was trapped in the quagmire, full of evil, and hopeless.

"I have tried several times, but she always looks like this every time." Fujimaru Ritsuka stood beside him, using her fingers to circle the transparent material in front of them, the only dotted line in the dark sky in front of them. The planet of lights, "If evaluated by the standards of the original body, I am undoubtedly a great failure. I can't even make my 'home planet' stable for a long time. It's not like no one has said that this is not my problem, but... …”

"I understand." To her surprise, there was a sense of relief in Conrad Coze's voice, "Nostramo is just like this... rotten wood cannot be carved."

"That's not... not so absolute. At least that's what I think." Fujimaru Ritsuka said slowly, "This is why I still have hope for this planet: I have seen more disgusting and less disgusting things. Saved. Unlike the Lost Belt in Britain, the Nostramo people are still human beings after all. Most of Nostramo's illnesses are due to the harsh environment rather than human nature. As long as this too negative environmental problem can be corrected... …Queen Morgan can turn that kind of Britain into a fairy tale-like country, so Nostramo has not made much progress probably because I haven’t worked hard enough or haven’t found the right method.”

If it were normal, Konrad Coates would naturally spread some opinions on the topic of "human nature" unscrupulously.But from these few sentences, he extracted key words that surprised him even more:

"British Lostbelt?" Is there any place more hopeless than Nostramo?

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her head and looked at him in confusion: "To put it simply, it is a doomed country established by fairies - haven't you seen it in my fantasy?"

Conrad Coates would say no.The furthest he went was when he arrived at the Temple of Time and was forced to return home defeated by King Solomon's 72 Demon God Pillars.But the pride belonging to the original body forced him to close his lips tightly, turned back suddenly with a little sullenness, and stared at the Star of Sin in the distance again.

Maybe he should ask in detail, but in the end he didn't.He really couldn't form a proper imagination out of that simple sentence.Perhaps it was because he never thought that there was any place where people could be more sick than Nostramo.Fujimaru Ritsuka may have understood something because of this, but she just pretended that nothing happened, and then chatted about some insignificant topics around him, mostly about her next plan for Nostramo, and Conrad... Coates allowed himself to indulge in rambling thoughts.Although it is very simple for the Primarch to do two things, he did listen to questions such as "military control under the direct control of the Eighth Legion", "purging the hive nobles", "how to maintain basic education and medical care" "Enterprise operation", "How to select a new governor", etc. In his opinion, these are still too benevolent governance methods, but he is really reluctant to give even the most basic response to this.Fortunately, the speaker seemed to just want to pour out these words and had no intention of asking for a response or advice, so this heated one-sided speech still successfully came to an end.

"...Anyway, if this method doesn't work, I will really seriously consider the plan of population cleansing." Fujimaru Ritsuka concluded sadly, "Sometimes I really feel like Sisyphus, but Being able to predict the future is a good thing at times like this, at least I probably know that this matter, good or bad, will always have an end."

"So you actually believe in that future." Conrad Coates said with some confusion, "Nostramo will one day be torn apart by orbital bombardment and cease to exist."

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who heard the emotion in the sentence, also became puzzled: "Is this strange? Don't you yourself also firmly believe that the bad future you saw in the fantasy will definitely come?"

"After listening to your 'down to earth' rhetoric, I thought you would put them behind you and just focus on the things in front of you."

"...Maybe compared to you real primarchs, I do seem short-sighted, but that's not the reason for you to call me stupid in a roundabout way." Fujimaru Tatsuka complained loudly, "Is your own strategy for dealing with the prophecy very simple? Wise?"

This sentence may indeed hit a bad spot.Before any sound could be heard, the surrounding atmosphere first seemed to be covered with a layer of murderous blood.In such an atmosphere, Konrad Coates grinned sinisterly, and Nostramo words came out of his mouth like a poisonous snake: "If you don't dare to take it seriously, please don't hesitate to teach me - if you can really say something, Teach me a lesson."

The wrath of a Primarch is difficult to bear, even if it is only the invisible part.In this frozen illusion, the air and light seemed to be distorted by the anger of Conrad Coates, but Fujimaru Ritsuka remained as unfazed as if nothing had happened, and continued his topic:

"Lessons aside, what can I, an ordinary person, teach you? I just use my methodology to understand and deal with the future I see... But have you ever thought about how this 'prophecy' actually works? Of?"

Conrad Coates was asked.Throughout his life, he really had not thought about this issue.For him, prophecy is an instinct that exists from birth - just like breathing is a human instinct and an innate talent. Most humans do not bother to study why breathing can sustain themselves. Life is like that.The curse that haunted Conrad Coates throughout his life was similar to him.

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not wait for the other party's reaction, and continued: "For me, this is an acquired 'abnormal' function, so I did some research. I can only say the conclusion, this kind of The essence of prophecy is a kind of fitting deduction of subspace big data. After calculation in the black box of the original body-level brain, a kind of "predicted future vision" that outputs the most likely results. Although the world here and ours It's different over there, and the boundary between 'prediction' and 'determination' is very blurry... But in short, all the conclusions it outputs are based on your psychic essence that is unconsciously connected to the subspace and collected. Intelligence data, this is absolutely correct.”

Conrad Coates could understand what she was talking about, but he didn't understand how it related to their current topic: "...So what? So what if you know this?"

"This shows that this seemingly extremely accurate prediction may also be interfered with. Although this possibility is very slim from the perspective of actual use, there is indeed a possibility that the output result will be wrong because the original data is contaminated." Sex. Furthermore, it provides an unproven idea of ​​'interfering with reality in a way that cannot produce projection in subspace may change the prophecy'..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice gradually lowered with guilt under the gaze of Conrad Coates, and finally sighed resignedly:

"Okay, I admit that knowing this working mechanism is completely useless in actual use. After all, you don't need to know how bolt bombs are produced to fire a bolt gun. But it does prove that this prediction is not completely impeccable! At least! There is no hope of struggling in the face of those bad omens!”

Conrad Coates was almost amused by this naive assumption: "Then have you ever succeeded in your struggle?"

"...Can you not pick up the pot but not the pot? Mr. Conrad."

Fujimaru Ritsuka showed a little anger and was furious:

"This illusion is completely set up in subspace. Where do you want me to find something or a method that does not exist in subspace projection for experimental testing?"

(End of this chapter)