My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Bronia!"

"Bronia is already checking."

The one behind her has long silver-gray hair combed in Roman curls, she has already turned on the virtual screen in front of her as soon as she heard this sentence, and her slender and white fingers are quickly tapping the surface of the screen to input some information .Waiting for her feedback from her huge database.

"The second year of Hongwu was 1369 A.D., [-] years ago. The time is correct! Lu Yajiao is an ancient place name, and the location is also correct on the coast around Guangzhou!"

The silver-haired loli had a rare clear emotion on her face.There is excitement in the eyes that is almost overflowing. "The data show that there is a probability of 81.7% that Ming was born there."

"Send the coordinates to the submarine force and ask them to investigate immediately! Let's go back to the branch in Guangzhou and adjust our equipment and conditions to prepare for underwater operations." Ji Zi took a deep breath and blurted out a few words with unconcealed excitement.Then he turned his head to look at the red-haired young man standing there with a veiled expression on his face, and grabbed both of his hands.

"Thank you very much for the information you provided. You may not know how much the information you provided this time has contributed to all mankind. But we still want to reward you for the value you have made."

The red-haired Valkyrie touched her pocket, took out a black card and slapped it in his hand, saying like a cannonball.

"This is an unregistered black card from a Swiss bank with $[-] in it. Of course, it may be a little bit less now and I used it to buy wine-these are not the point. Anyway, the money is yours now, take it Go drink, go clubbing, flirt with girls chicly, I wish you a happy life in the future."

"Hey this..."

"Let's go." But after she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away with the girls behind her before the boy could react.It disappeared directly outside the door of the ancient books room.

"..."

The empty ancient book room fell silent, and there was no sound in the room where there were constant discussions in the past few days, only the ancient book Ming History, which had been wrinkled by Ji Zi just now, fell to the ground, and was occasionally flipped due to inertia It made a muffled sound unique to old paper.

"...Really, this is an ancient book, and I don't know how to take care of it." After a while, the red-haired boy who stared blankly at the direction they left bent down, picked up the ancient book from the ground with a bit of distress, Pat the dust on it.

The silvery light from his fingertips fell down, and the traces just rubbed by Ji Zi gradually disappeared, until they completely disappeared as if such a thing had never happened, then turned around and put it back on the bookshelf.

"The core of the Herrscher has been broken to such an extent that he can still perform such delicate operations. Can he be said to be the only number one Herrscher recognized by Honkai?" The librarian walked in from the outside, Ripples flashed across his body like water waves.The bellies and middle-aged greasy black hair are gone.In its place was neat short brown hair and a thin body.

"Even Joyce's understanding of the core of reason was far from yours."

"Only those who are not strong enough will strive for perfection in the smallest details. Little tricks like fighting between Herrschers will have no effect, just run over them with strength." The red-haired young man said without turning his head. , casually threw two silver feathers to him. "They left two days earlier than I thought. I made two more and sent them to you."

"Yu Duchen?" Walter took the two feathers in his hand. "Speaking of which, I have always been curious about a question. The genuine Yuduchen should be golden red. The Yuduchen and other things re-engraved with the core of the Herrscher of Principle in the last era are all of the same color. The golden ones, how did they become silver in our generation?"

"Because that guy Kongkong Wanzang is a flirt, but I'm not." Gong Ming turned his head and gave him a blank look. "I can't even figure out such a simple question, what kind of Lawrence should I be?"

Sao bag...

Walter was silent for a while, looking down at the two shiny silver feathers in his hand, and swallowed the spit that came to his mouth.

Compared with silver and gold...is there a big difference in taste...

We dare not say, we dare not ask.

"...Are you really not going to explain to them?" Walter was silent for a while, then decided to change the subject, and turned to look in the direction where they left. "After everything is over, they will realize this matter, will they hate you? They will regret it, and maybe they think they forced you to death."

"At that time, I would have died long ago, so why bother?" Gong Ming turned around, leaned against the bookshelf behind him, and waved his hands. "Just treat me as selfish for once, this is a man's romance, girls don't need to understand."

"Your old man is romantic, but I'm miserable." Valtra passed a chair next to him and sat on it, his tone full of helplessness for a stepson who didn't get along well with his stepmother. "The anti-entropy guys know that I came to Guangzhou to look for you. After the incident is over, they will probably be able to skin me after the news spreads."

"A Herrscher, you're afraid of four quasi-similars? Don't you want to lose face?" Gong Ming chuckled.

"According to age, they are all from my aunt's generation. If it is based on seniority, it is still uncertain whether it is an aunt or a grandma." Walter sighed, "What can I do? I am also very desperate."

After speaking, the two looked at each other and laughed.After laughing, fell into silence again.

On a summer evening, the orange sunlight shone through the window and fell on the ancient books room, coating the two people who were looking at each other with a faint yellow layer.The sunlight that pours in pours on the ground, and people, tables, chairs, and bookshelves all have clear-cut shadows.As the sun dipped a little bit in the sky, it also elongated a little bit.The two of them stood leaning against the bookshelf, sat down with the whole body leaning on the desk, and looked at each other in the sunlight and shadow with two pairs of golden eyes, like a painting with monotonous colors.

In a trance, they are somewhat similar.

"...Actually, from my personal point of view, I still hope that you can come back well." After a long silence, Walter said softly. "But I also know that standing in our position, many things cannot be 'thought'. I have neither the reason nor the ability to stop you."

"En." Gong Ming watched his heir's speech with a smile, and nodded slightly.

"I knew a long time ago that such a farewell would eventually come. But I don't know if I'm ready, and if the world is ready." Walter continued with his head down.

"Maybe if that day doesn't come, I and the world will never know the answer. After all, who wants to face sacrifice if they can? But now I can at least say that I and the world have learned from you A kind of thing—even if we don’t have the courage to take the initiative to face the disaster, when the disaster comes, we can not shrink back, not be afraid, and continue to walk down the path we should take.”

"En." Gong Ming hummed again, with a more charming smile on his face.

"I haven't seen you many times in my life, and as far as I know Joyce hasn't either. But I think it's because of this distance that I can see this brilliance clearly. You once held high for this world Torch, Joyce and I are the successors who followed your fire." Walter stood up and took a step in the direction of Gong Ming.

"Those who have gone before will pass away, so what about the successor?" Gong Ming stood up straight and looked at him, his questioning tone hinted at seriousness, but his eyes were full of tenderness.

"I will swear to you that even if I experience wind, frost, rain, snow, poverty, and disability, I will use my body as a torch to overcome obstacles and forge ahead."

Walter took another step forward and stared into Gong Ming's eyes.

"I will swear to you that even though I have experienced betrayal, suspicion, deceit, and insult, I will see myself clearly, never forget my original intention, and stick to it."

The brown-haired man took a step forward for the third time, knelt down on one knee, and stroked his shoulder with one hand.

"I will swear to you that even after natural disasters, epidemics, chaos, and divisions, human beings, civilizations, and light will continue..."

"The fire will not go out."

"So far," Gong Ming raised his hand, pulled out a ruler from the void, and hit its head three times.

The force of each stroke was very light, but he tapped very slowly, very slowly, as if he was worried that the ruler was too heavy and gave him too much pressure.

"My own torch is passed on from generation to generation."

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