Ark Undead

Greyhound suddenly mentioned Theresis, and W almost missed it.

After a moment of stunned silence, W nodded blankly.

"To be honest, although Theresis held most of the legacy of the previous dynasty in Kazdel, many discerning people did not believe that Theresis could succeed. The one who truly won the hearts of the people was our queen, and she had the most talented people around her."

"But Therese's power is irresistible. He seems to be able to predict the future with strange luck and a divine eye, and on the battlefield, his soldiers are brave and skilled, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as beasts."

"But what's most incomprehensible is his kingly aura."

Recalling the bizarre sense of oppression he felt when he first met Therese, Greyhound couldn't help but take another drag of his cigarette.

“I absolutely do not acknowledge that as the demeanor of a king. Cruelty, gloom, and a condescending gaze, as if looking down at ants. There have been tyrants in Kazdel’s history. But they are recorded in both rumors and the few official historical records. The reason those tyrants became kings, besides their own extraordinary bravery, was their unreserved trust and care for their warriors.”

"In his presence, all my secrets were exposed, and my reason gradually faded away with time."

"That kind of feeling is not the kind of impression a king should leave on his warriors. But I happen to be someone who values ​​first impressions quite a bit."

At this point, Greyhound shook the ash off the cigarette butt in his right hand onto the ground, then used his leather boots to spread the ash out.

"And you? Probably about the same."

"Ah."

W nodded; she didn't have a good impression of Theresis, for reasons similar to Greyhound's.

But more than anything, she was captivated by the king she acknowledged.

The light and hope he saw that day were things that a Sarkaz mercenary should not have felt.

It's like poison, causing them to shift their fighting spirit from fighting for themselves to a seemingly unattainable goal.

"To save those infected, to provide a safe and peaceful place for everyone. To build a nation where there are no more barriers between people."

W recalled how she felt when she met Wang.

She instinctively clenched her fist.

"This sounds like a child's naive dream. But as long as it's her, she has the power to make people believe it."

"Yes, that is the difference between a true king and a false king."

Greyhound nodded approvingly; he felt the same way about the king.

"So, for a period of time after the king disappeared, I used the excuse of investigating the cause of death to leave the Tower of Babel and also the false king's side."

He continued.

“I went to the ruins mentioned in the records, the coffin leading to the gods.”

What did you see?

W's intuition told him that Greyhound had found the reason he had become who he was in that place.

The greyhound lowered its eyes.

“I followed the coordinates and route marked on the record, starting from Kazdel and walking all the way to the center of Kazdel. Then, I found nothing.”

"what?!"

W thought he might have misheard again.

"No...then you..."

"Yes, I didn't find anything. But there was definitely something there, or at least something that used to be there. Because when I went there, there was nothing there except a whole underground cavern."

Greyhound's words were calm.

"This was an experience beyond common sense, one you absolutely cannot believe. It was as if an invisible hand had wiped everything from the world. I was a hundred or two meters below the surface, and I felt like I had walked about five hundred meters, but I still hadn't reached the end. It was an endless darkness and deathly silence."

"My voice cannot fill that void, and even the firelight cannot illuminate the way forward."

"Can you understand that feeling? The feeling of being forgotten by the world, with only darkness in which you can't see the way forward."

"But being in that environment, I increasingly felt that the king's death might just be a hoax."

"With the current technology on Terra, this is absolutely impossible. Why did such a massive ruin suddenly disappear? Where did it go? Was it a relic left by our ancestors, or a legacy left by an ancient dynasty?"

"Why did the king also disappear, and what is the connection between this and the divine coffin that was entered with the king's blood, as mentioned in the records?"

Greyhound stared at W, hope burning in his eyes.

"Perhaps the king is not dead yet."

...

"Doctor, wake up, Doctor!"

"It's so late, if you want to sleep, go to your room. Why are you sleeping in the library..."

In a daze, the doctor lifted his head from his arms.

He heard Amiya's voice.

"Doctor, I've tidied up all your books for you, and I've marked the places you read with bookmarks. You can take the rest of the notes yourself."

Amiya was standing on a raised stool, putting the books back on the shelf. When she turned around and saw that the Doctor had woken up, she jumped off the stool and came to the Doctor's side.

"How are you feeling? Are you in a lot of pain?"

The doctor was still dazed. He blinked hard, then leaned back in his chair and waved to Amiya.

"It's nothing...it's nothing. I just suddenly thought of some things and came here to look for information."

"How could you suddenly fall asleep? Doctor, you've never done this before, no matter how hard you try. Besides, the surveillance footage shows you've been sleeping here for several hours!"

Amiya pointed to the clock on the wall next to her.

"Look!"

The doctor turned around and glanced at it, only to realize that it was already two or three in the morning.

He then realized with a start that he had slept for so long.

"It's okay, I'm really okay, Amiya, don't worry."

"Hmm... Alright, Dr. Kal'tsit is in charge of your physical examination tomorrow. I'll tell Dr. Kal'tsit to be extra careful then."

The doctor laughed twice, putting Amiya's mind at ease for the time being.

The professor paused for a moment, staring at the notes on his desk, lost in thought.

Amiya knew the Doctor's habit: after falling asleep in these places, he would always think things through upon waking. It was as if he had seen many inspiring things in his dreams.

Amiya noticed that the Doctor seemed to be in good spirits. Apart from being a little sleepy and moving a bit slowly, there were no other problems.

She continued tidying up the books on the library tables.

But just as she put the books back in their place, before she could even get off the raised stool, she heard the professor ask a question.

"Amiya...do you know the legend of Terra?"

"Legend? What legend?"

Amiya was bewildered. Why would the Doctor ask such a question?

The doctor stared at his notebook, at the things he had copied down, with some seemingly meaningless symbols drawn on it, and continued speaking.

"Before time, all was darkness. Nameless heroes raised the torch high, igniting light for the people of Terra..."

"Oh, this? Isn't this the storybook that Sister Huang used to read to me?"

Amiya was even more confused.

Doctor, you came to the library just to look at storybooks?

The doctor picked up the pen, and he subconsciously moved his fingers, making the pen fly between his fingertips.

"Amiya, do you think these legends are true history?"

"If it's a legend, isn't it just... a legend?"

Amiya hadn't expected the doctor to ask such a question, so she reorganized her thoughts.

"Well, how should I put it? I think whether it's a legend or history, it's all in the past. Just like in the story, the hero did such a great thing that made people live a good life back then."

"Whether it's true or not, the message this story conveys is certainly not about making us kill each other, right?"

Amiya jumped off the bench.

"Moreover, instead of hoping that such heroes will reappear, why can't we become such heroes ourselves?"

"Even if we don't have that kind of power, such ideals and hopes are by no means wrong."

Amiya's voice wasn't loud, but it was strong and clear.

Even though she is not yet an adult, one can already vaguely see the demeanor of a leader.

The doctor turned to look at Amiya, his gaze somewhat unfocused.

Amiya felt helpless seeing the Doctor's confused expression.

"Alright, Doctor, you should go and rest! Why are you dwelling on these issues? I've already said, legends are just legends, whether they're true or false, they're all in the past!"

The professor was half-pushed and half-urged by Amiya to pack up his notes and leave the library.

After saying goodbye to Amiya, the Doctor walked towards his room, staring down at the ground.

"Whether it's true or false..."

As Amiya said, most of these legends are stories made up based on people's imaginations.

But he vaguely remembered that those stories that only happened in legends were all true.

and...

It seems he even saw that hero in person?

I need to take a day off.

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298. Eyebrows and eyes

"Ahead, don't let him get away!"