Overturned Tower

The place where Shenzhi Heavy Industry hosted Russell was not in any high-rise building.

But in this empty island, the only small area that can bask in the sun on the ground.

That is the southernmost part of Sky Island, where the climate is relatively warmest. There are no tall buildings in about one-tenth of the entire area of ​​Tongshen Island.

Accompanied by the floating vehicle passing through the gray steel jungle, seeing everything around gradually turn into an emerald green mountain pastoral, and feeling the shaded sunlight gradually bathe on the body again. In an instant, Ringo actually felt like crying.

It's like watching a literary movie, and in the end the protagonist has nothing but returns to peace. It seems that nothing has changed, but it seems that everything has changed - there is an inexplicable sense of release, I don't know why, but it feels good to cry.

"Have you noticed?"

Russell opened his mouth and smiled lightly.

"what?"

Ringo turned his head to look at Russell, there seemed to be light in his bright eyes.

"Tongshen Island's definition of sunshine..."

Russell looked at Ringo, and said with deep meaning: "Perhaps it is quite similar to your Sun Island. It's not that they don't care about the sun, but they care too much. They care so much that they don't want the common people to be bathed in the same light as them.

"Only the top floors of those buildings and the wilderness can be exposed to the sun. In other words, here...sunlight is a luxury. Those warming lights are something that the poor do not have."

"...I'm not even happy about what you said."

Lin Po's ears drooped, and he said, "I feel a little guilty for no reason... It has nothing to do with me..."

"It's good to feel guilty. Face up to your goodness."

Russell chuckled.

While they were talking, the floating car finally started to slow down and descend, and finally stopped inside a manor covering an area of ​​more than 300 acres.

It is about the size of thirty football fields put together. The three-storey detached villa looks like a castle from a fairy tale.

It was as if a storybook she had read came alive, and appeared in front of Ringo who got out of the floating car, making her froze in place for a moment—this is a style that was not seen in the first round Buildings, I am afraid that such a spectacle can only be seen in the headquarters of Sun Island.

The floating vehicles used by the guards have no right to park inside the manor, and the floating vehicles they just left will be handled by someone.

Ms. Siren bowed deeply to Russell, and nodded to Ringo with proper etiquette: "Please follow me, both of you."

Russell didn't look at her.

His footsteps stopped at the very center of the manor, where stood a bronze sculpture that looked very familiar to him.

"what is this?"

Russell asked without looking back.

The Siren followed behind him, and said briskly: "This is the personal collection of Chairman Saar, and it is also his favorite thing. It is a gift from Chairman Nitibas, who is capable of Thoth's psychic ability, to commemorate the teaching. The end of the French War and the destruction of weapons in each of the Seven Sky Islands.

"Although it looks like the art style of Happy Island, it is actually an extremely expensive antique."

Of course I know it's an antique—

Russell looked at it silently, only feeling a chill down his spine.

Because the almost black, weather-beaten bronze sculpture is a revolver with a rather old shape and no one has used it in this era.

The barrel of the pistol was rolled into a "8" shape, just like the painting style of cat and mouse, and the barrel was knotted like soft rubber.

He knows the sculpture.

This is a .45 caliber revolver that has never appeared in this world. After John Lennon was shot, his wife commissioned a statue created by Swedish artist Reutswald, which was later placed in the garden of the United Nations Headquarters.

It can never be used to commemorate the "end of the Sharia War".

"You liked it a lot?"

Just then, a wide and deep voice sounded.

An elderly elf with a goatee beard and long, smooth platinum hair was standing at the door with a smile.

He was wearing an extremely simple white robe that didn't match the clothing styles of everyone around him, and he had an oak cane on his cane. It looked like an old prophet from a fantasy movie came out, with a gentle temperament and a kind face, without any aggressiveness.

His body seemed to be surrounded by a warm light, and the moment he appeared, his surroundings became much brighter.

Just seeing him, Russell felt his mental pressure and physical exhaustion subside at a speed visible to the naked eye. An extremely strong sense of affinity made him cast his gaze over it involuntarily.

Ms. Siren, on the other hand, was a little flustered.

She bowed respectfully to the old elf: "Chairman Saar...how did you come out?"

"Of course, to receive our hero."

There was a bit of accusation in the old elf's words: "And make up for the impression points deducted by our rude behavior beforehand..."

He didn't directly blame him, claiming that those things had nothing to do with him, but admitted it lightly-although Russell knew that those things really had nothing to do with him.

Although you are the chairman of the head office - this is even Russell

The first chairman I have seen with my own eyes, but he looks like he has no airs at all, and his attitude towards Russell is gentler than Amyrus. He is as enthusiastic as an optimistic and cheerful old man next door.

"...The work that Tongshen Island asked me to do should not be troublesome for you to meet me in person."

Russell didn't feel honored, let alone flattered, but secretly frightened by it.

But Thrall just smiled: "It has nothing to do with those things.

"Those poor children, they can't affect anything from the very beginning...Compared with that, I'm more happy to take this opportunity to meet you."

"...I really don't know what's special about me that can alarm a big man like you."

"Of course there is."

Thrall looked at Russell with more enthusiasm than kindness: "Although you may not realize it yourself."

"what?"

"You know that sculpture, don't you? Or rather, you feel familiar with it, don't you?"

The old elf spoke clearly, leaving no room for Russell to say that he had misheard: "This sculpture is called "The Knotted Pistol". In your terms, it is an ancient sculpture in the 'prehistoric period'...It was born in the famous Before the entity called 'sair' was born, but it may be born in the era you are familiar with. I put it here because I know that sooner or later, I will meet someone who knows it.

"My destiny is the 'saint', child. When you came into the world, I crossed the ocean currents and mountains, and saw you in hallucinations. I knew from then on that one day, you would come to here.

"—O one born to know."

Russell's body couldn't help trembling for a moment.

Compared with Chairman Saar's words, what he cared more about...Saar didn't disclose this secret when he was alone, but directly told it in public.

Both Siren and Ringo heard these things - what happened to them?

"Do you care about them?"

Thrall easily understood Russell's fleeting thoughts, but only said gently: "They will be fine.

"That persistent old thing Amyrus sent her here just because he wanted to know these things.

"But these things are not secrets to me at all. Since he is so persistent in wanting to know, why not let this little lady bring him back.

"Now that the 'sage' has come into the world, and my destiny is being fulfilled, everything else is fine..."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the interior of the villa, which was almost like a castle.

The old man was holding a cane, and the other hand enthusiastically pulled Russell's arm. It's like a grandfather who hasn't seen his grandson for a long time, but he no longer tells the truth that Russell was shocked and longed for.

And those prosthetic bodies standing on both sides bowed to them one after another.

Ringo followed behind Russell, feeling that his mind had turned into a mess.

She felt as if she had come into contact with some highest-level secret—the level of being able to make a dragon suddenly appear with a claw and slap herself to death. What made her even more confused was that she couldn't understand what Chairman Saar said at all. Use your own memory to write it all down.

When the door of the castle hall was opened to both sides by the mechanical servants who were fully prosthetic, the guests who looked outside the door respectfully were shocked and unbelievable by what they saw—

They saw with their own eyes that Chairman Saar, who was not even seen on weekdays, was holding the arm of the boy with cat ears warmly and affectionately like a grandfather seeing his lovely grandson.

"...Is there any relationship between the 'ultramarine' of Happy Island and the chairman?"

"But look at his ears, he doesn't look like an illegitimate child..."

"Could it be that the characteristics of spiritual relatives have overshadowed the characteristics of elves?"

"It's also possible that it's not offspring, but grandchildren or great-grandchildren..."

Those noble guests kept silent on the surface, but at the same time they speculated silently and fiercely in their respective groups.

Although the identity of "hero" can already be regarded as a big shot in the eyes of those real commoners. However, for these high-level executives of Shenzhi Heavy Industry, they are nothing more than white gloves as consumables, and they cannot be called human beings... they are just tools and pets of the directors.

And the crisis caused by the synthetic rebellion is actually just that.

They are not evil spirits with a desire for revenge, but just vulnerable people with clear needs and armed with dangerous weapons.

—Although the core appeal is to fight for human rights. But in essence, it is not fundamentally different from a strike.

And these "big shots" in Shenzhi Heavy Industry have a lot of experience on how to deal with the strike issue.

They really didn't understand why "Ultramarine" was personally interviewed by Chairman Saar.

There must be something wrong with this one!

Although I don't know the situation for the time being, these short-lived company executives also have a lot of experience in how to please the elf directors.

These rude men and arrogant women in expensive furs, under the introduction of Chairman Saar, never seemed to have any contempt and contempt for Russell. All of them, like distant relatives who want to get in touch with each other when they meet for the first time, use their blunt acting skills to try their best to show their intimacy and respect for Russell.

"Have a drink, girl."

Some people saw that Russell and Chairman Saar were surrounded by water, so they ran to Russell's bodyguards, handed over a glass of orange juice enthusiastically, and at the same time couldn't help showing off: "This is a real, planted orange juice. Iced orange juice freshly squeezed from the best oranges. It tastes completely different from the synthetic drinks you drink on weekdays."

"…thanks."

But Ringo just took the drink politely and coldly.

——She didn't feel any sense of rarity from it, but instead felt the arrogance that was undisguised and carved into the bone marrow.

She glanced at the name tag on the woman's chest.

[Iris, Director of Shenzhi Heavy Industry Division]

An unremarkable code name.

The ministerial level of a head office.

He is half a level lower than Mr. Qun Qing's deputy director of the branch, but he is undoubtedly a real "big shot".

Ringo quickly completed the calculation in his head.

Originally, for her, a big man who was elusive and elusive was right in front of her, but she felt a sense of boredom inexplicably.

—It turns out that these big figures who can easily change the fate and life and death of hundreds of thousands of people are actually nothing more than that.

There is neither the gentle and reliable feeling of Mr. Qunqing and Chairman Saar, nor the agile, efficient, methodical sense of rhythm and oppression of Ms. Siren.

The flattery and arrogance on Ms. Iris's face emerged at the same time, crowding each other and occupying not much space. But it made that delicate appearance look so stiff and ridiculous.

Ringo couldn't help but look at

The light turned to Russell, wanting to see how Mr. Ultramarine, whom she admired more and more, would deal with.

Instead, she saw that Russell was smiling and talking to six or seven people at the same time.

"Yes, when I defeated the bandits, I had just awakened my psionic powers. If I had to say it, what drove me was courage and a sense of responsibility.

"What you said is true. At that time, I was really sweating. The pressure God gave us was too great. But fortunately, everyone was united and did their best to handle the matter properly and suppress the danger. to the minimum.

"No, what I'm talking about is not the sense of responsibility that belongs to the hero or the head of the executive department. It's the sense of responsibility that a person should have as a matter of course—not to be able to face the tragedy happening in front of his eyes, but without wavering or suffering.

"Yes, I just wanted to do it. And I can do it, which is also a kind of luck...Fortunately, when I am facing tragedy, I have the ability to change the tragedy..."

At that moment, Lingo even imagined the situation in front of him as a big man being interviewed by reporters.

Without any hesitation, Russell accepted the fact that he had become the center of everyone's topic and attention, and dealt with all inquiries and difficulties calmly and appropriately.

The smile on his face became more and more kind and gentle, and a soft breath similar to that of Chairman Saar gradually spread out. An atmosphere of incompatibility, which was completely different from the rude and arrogant crowd around him, gradually leached from his words.

Sensitive people gradually became aware of this change in temperament, questioning gradually turned into flattery, and those blunt flattery became smooth and natural. It was as if the person in front of them was no longer a grassroots "Happy Island Hero", but an elf director of Shenzhi Heavy Industry.

Chairman Saar stood outside the crowd, stroking his beard and watching all this with a smile.

But soon, Ringo felt someone patting him on the shoulder.

"Girl, are you his bodyguard?"

It's like a pet dog suddenly touched by a stranger while walking on the road.

Subconsciously, Lingo turned around and wanted to bark his teeth, but he immediately realized that there are big people here, so he instantly controlled the dissatisfaction on his face.

But she just saw the other person's face clearly, and her pupils lost focus in an instant.

As if captured by that peerless beauty—

The woman who appeared behind Ringo is a peerless beauty whose appearance and temperament are the most beautiful and luxurious that Ringo has seen, thought, and recognized. Just by appearing, she can naturally gather the eyes of the audience.

That is definitely not the supreme appearance that human beings can have, it seems to be the embodiment of "beauty". It stands to reason that appearance is nothing more than a random combination of five sense organs, and everyone's aesthetics are also different, so it is impossible to be amazingly beautiful anyway. But the "beauty" carried by her body is completely beyond the limit of human cognition... It's like the human ear can't hear infrasound, but the internal organs can resonate with it.

—In the patchwork of the five sense organs, there are "foreign objects" that cannot be detected by the human eye.

The elven woman was dressed in a gorgeous crimson dress, and she was covered with gorgeous jewels that could be seen as luxurious at a glance. Any one of those jewels can attract people's amazement, but for her it seems to be a limiter that suppresses her beauty, giving Lingo the illusion that "this thing is not worthy of her".

The long golden hair was naturally scattered like the most beautiful satin, shining under the warm light in the room. The crimson pupils are like the most mellow wine, just looking at them seems to be stuck in a quagmire.

See that burgundy color ~www.readwn.com~ and smell the aroma of boiling cider that doesn't exist. She felt a sense of dizziness coming from her brain, her feet became vacant like motion sickness, and her consciousness gradually peeled off and evaporated. Like an organic solvent dissolved in alcohol, she felt that her consciousness was gradually melting.

Her cheeks were flushed to the base of her ears and her collarbone, she hadn't even touched a drop of wine, but there was a faint smell of alcohol between her lips and teeth.

"Sally Ruth, you're late."

What awakened Ringo's consciousness was Chairman Saar's old and gentle whisper.

She gasped in embarrassment, feeling her legs were trembling—after that intoxication, what came to her heart was unreasonable fear and panic.

And the extremely glamorous woman in front of her had opened her crimson folding fan at some point, covering half of her face. Maybe that's why she woke up.

The elf woman named Sally Ruth smiled: "Perhaps, it's just right."

In the direction she was looking at, under Lingo's worried but inexplicable gaze.

If Russell felt something, he turned around.