Release that Witch

He has always been interested in the central carrier mentioned in the previous talks.

It combines the souls of many witches to obtain the ability to decipher the documents left by the underground civilization at the expense of the mind, and can only answer the answer of yes or no. It is no different from the dead objects in the first place... all this is covered with it. A layer of mysterious and tragic atmosphere.

However, when Roland saw the central carrier in the underground secret room of the hall, he couldn't help but breathe.

I saw a sarcoma much larger than Pasha and others entangled in layers of iron, and several thick tentacles were even pulled apart and nailed into walls or ceilings. The damaged epidermis is scarred, and many of the tentacles have traces of breakage. Obviously it is not the first time to be treated like this.

If he remembers correctly, the central carrier is as conscious as the original carrier.

It can feel cold, heat, sweetness, bitterness... and pain.

"Why?" Roland couldn't help but frown. "Isn't the souls integrated into the carrier all witches? And one of your three seats, A..."

"Eleanor, Your Majesty," Pasha sighed. "This is no choice. The carrier has no more power than the warrior. Our tentacles can be drilled through the earth and excavated above the dome. Well, nature can also attack the enemy and tear the captured prey into two halves. If you don't do this, an unconscious carrier that can move freely will probably cause more trouble than a mixed kind of evil beast."

It turned out that... Roland suddenly understood her helplessness, and the sarcoma itself may be the basic unit of the underground civilization. A carrier that is located within the ground and has no ambitions, if it is out of control, poses a great threat to the relics and magic cores. The Tacula survivors apparently could not accept such a risk, and there was no other way than imprisoning it.

It is a pity that I know that he is still a bit embarrassed.

After all, the witches who volunteered to give everything to Takira, but now they can only be trapped in this dark corner.

Probably seeing the thoughts in his heart, Pasha's tone is somewhat grateful and mixed with bitterness. "We have tried to ask them about their feelings, but the souls that have not been able to get the answer can no longer be extracted through the magic core. Therefore, they will not feel the excitement of the outside world, and they will never know."

"Incorporating with Eleanor is the ultimate destination of every Taqila witch, and we are no exception, so you don't have to worry about it." Elsie, who had been silent for a while, spoke again. Just don't know if it is an illusion, Roland always feels that the other party's voice is no longer as cold as before.

Um... probably upgraded from ice level to ice level.

"But when we asked if we wanted to ban the central carrier, the answer of the three masters was all yes." Celine finally added, "If this is not the case, we will not fix her so thoroughly."

Roland nodded. "There is a painter named Soroya in the Witch Alliance who can draw extremely flexible fabrics, and a little girl named Yu Yu can make objects sticky. If the two abilities work together, Can produce a stronger binding force than the iron rope, and replace it with this way to bind, at least not to make her full of injuries. If you have no opinion..."

"No, if that's the case, then it's great," said the head of Pasha's head, who was slightly drooping. "Please accept my thanks."

"It's no problem, this is just a little effort." Roland waved his hand. "But...the three masters all said that the answer is affirmative? Can it be an expression, is an expression not? Who should listen to that?"

"This question will let Celine explain it to you."

"It is like this." Can help to integrate the companions to alleviate the pain. Sellin is also very excited. She immediately picks up. "The biggest difference between the central carrier and us is that she has three masters, which can be transmitted more complicated through the dialogue of consciousness. The news is like I am now."

As soon as the voice fell, the Lord's head on her head gave off a faint red light.

"Oh? Can this still shine?"

"Before we fully grasped the exchange of consciousness, we used it to express feelings and emotions, but we didn't use it any more." Celine moved to the center of the secret room and pointed to the three central carriers that fell from the top of the head and were jailed. The master who is nailed to the ground, "but they who have lost their minds can't do this. They can only answer the light through the red light, and the light is not."

"However, when interpreting the literature of underground civilization, we found that simply or not can not help people quickly find the correct answer." She went on to explain, "For example, the meaning of a sentence is that I am a Taqila witch, if translated If I am a witch or if I am Taqila, it will show no, so even a simple sentence will take a lot of time to confirm."

"So you use three answers to indicate the proximity?" Roland immediately understood their thoughts.

"Your understanding is indeed beyond ordinary people," said Celine. "Yes, the closer the real answer is, the more red light is shining. The three mains must be fully illuminated, and of course, there are special The meaning of identity."

So the soul fusion led by Eleanor does not exclude companions from imprisoning themselves underground. Roland couldn't help but feel a little moved. Although it is not clear whether they judged from the security level of the base area or the answer based on their own feelings, this decision has to be sighed.

He took a deep breath. "Can I ask her some questions?"

"Of course," Celine moved away. "Speak directly to the problem."

Roland walked over to the central carrier and said slowly. "Assume that I have two baskets now, each with two apples. After pouring them out, there are four apples on the ground, right?"

The three tentacles instantly lit up.

"Oh... is this what you want to ask?" said Celine.

"Your Majesty," Wendy felt a little embarrassed. "What do you think of?"

"A test is all right," Roland asked again without changing his color. "Then I have 12,345 baskets, each with 54,430 apples. How many apples will there be on the ground?" He took a small note from his pocket. "I guess it is... well, right?"

That is the answer he prepared in advance. The result is a nine-digit number. In this era, it is a complicated calculation. If you have not received a mathematics education without winter city, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get results in one or a half. It is seen in the silence of the high-level witches of Takira.

Only after he reported the numbers, the three red lights lit up again, and there was no delay in this reply.