Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

After confirming again and again that the investor was indeed Roy, Christen decided to have a formal talk with the knight.

The reason was simple, because Roy's spell, the Great Wilderness Starfall, had confused and amazed all Originium researchers.

There has never been a spell that can launch itself like a cannonball, travel several kilometers, and land precisely at another landing point. Many Originium technology research experts are curious and excited about this, and hope to cooperate with Roy to study this spell. But Roy never agreed.

Christen's perspective was slightly different. What she wanted to know was how high Roy had reached when he released the Great Wilderness Star Meteorite. Did he reach the 6000-meter upper limit of the Star Pod? If not, what was the highest altitude he could fly? If so, what could a mortal with flesh and blood see and feel at that altitude?

Christen explained carefully:

"I don't care about your relationship with Roy, whether you will continue to accept his assistance in the future, or even whether you join Rhine Life for other purposes. You can make these decisions on your own. It's your freedom."

"I asked you for Roy's contact information because it concerns the upcoming future. I hope you can understand. If you don't want to, I won't do anything to you. I will get Roy's contact information through other means, but by then, some unnecessary people may pay attention to you and her."

Christen was referring to the Colombian military. She had this plan in mind a long time ago. When her spaceflight plan reached a certain point in her cooperation with the military, she explained Roy's uniqueness to the military and asked them to help her get Roy's contact information.

The Colombian military naturally could not pose any major threat to Casimir's Ever Knights, but as long as Christen explained Roy's special nature to them, I believe it would not be difficult for them to get a contact method.

Dorothy was obviously aware of the threat from Christen. Her slender eyebrows were wrinkled, and dissatisfaction was written on her face:

"Can I take this as a threat?"

"I'm just stating the facts. I never threaten anyone," Kristen replied seriously.

Dorothy turned away and stood up to leave. She didn't intend to hand over Roy's contact information, even if it might cause her to lose her job or even be in danger and be reported to the Colombian military.

But at this moment, the phone seemed to be inspired and rang at an inopportune time.

The crisp ringing of the bell echoed in the office, making Dorothy and Kristen's expressions look a little awkward at the same time.

Dorothy was even more at a loss. Due to her bad living habits and narrow social circle, only a few people knew her cell phone number. Apart from her mother, only Roy would contact her at this time.

Kristen obviously saw Dorothy's embarrassment and determined that the person who called was most likely Roy. She smiled and said, "It seems that this is luck. Luck is also an indispensable factor for the success of an experiment."

Dorothy looked at her for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly and answered the phone:

"Mr. Roy?"

Roy's voice came from the other side, sounding a little breathless:

"It's me, Dorothy, and I'm planning to come to Columbia."

"Huh?" Dorothy was stunned and glanced at the commander-in-chief, but she did not see any sign of her conspiracy succeeding on her face.

It wasn't her? Mr. Roy is coming to Columbia for something?

"So suddenly?" said Dorothy. "When will we get there?"

"Soon. I'm on my way." Roy replied, accompanied by a loud sound of wind. "Where are you now?"

"Well, I was in the general manager's office and Kristen found me. She said she wanted to talk to you." After thinking about it, Dorothy stated Kristen's request.

Roy fell into a brief silence. After a moment, he replied, "Let her come too. Bring Ferdinand with you. It's like paying him for helping you. Our meeting place is 3 km west of Tremont."

Roy said, lowering his head.

He was in mid-air at the moment, surrounded by the golden light of the Great Wilderness Starfall, with a long tail of flame. As soon as the call was hung up, his phone automatically resumed the music that had just been cut off due to the communication. The exciting BGM of the knight competition sounded, making the golden light that had just begun to weaken surge again, speeding up further, and flew straight to the west.

In his hand was a thin card that suddenly lit up after he killed the bounty hunter leader.

[Disaster Lab ID Card], this black and gold rectangular card that could not be chopped by a knife or pierced by a sword, had changed from the silence that had never changed since Roy obtained it. At this moment, it seemed to have been activated, and all the lines on it lit up.

【ID：42】.

[Name (code name): Historiographer]

[The Conservator Project laboratory has been opened, the coordinates have been sent, please go there as soon as possible. 】

【Eternal existence of mankind】

Volume 1: Chapter 257: The Only Chance in This Lifetime

Tremont, underground ruins.

Even though Roy had known for a long time that there were many ancient ruins on Terra, he couldn't help but be shocked by the scale of the ruins in front of him. The part that had been excavated and exposed to the air alone was nearly one square kilometer in size, and this was obviously not its full view. Many buildings still had stairs leading to the lower levels.

What is puzzling is that the ruins and facilities covering such a large area obviously could not have been exposed naturally by wind and rain. Could it be that someone has already taken advantage of this place?

Very likely. Otherwise, I can't explain why this card has been in my hand for so long without any reaction, and only today did it suddenly change and mark this address. Someone must have excavated this relic and touched some terminal, allowing this card to receive a signal.

However, such a small card can actually receive the signal sent from Columbia to Casimir across such a long distance. How does it relay the signal?

Roy couldn't help but look up at the blue sky.

Although the knowledge he learned in his previous life did not involve any aspects of communication technology, he was still very clear about some basic common sense. For example, the most common signal transfer generally has two ways, the first is through the base station on the ground, the second is through the satellite in the sky.

Roy was certain that there were no base stations left over from the human era on Earth, otherwise they would have been found and studied by various countries long ago. There was only one answer.

Outside Terra's atmosphere, there are satellites made during the human era floating around, and they're still functioning? Is it being maintained by someone, or is it some kind of semi-permanent structure?

Thinking of the big eyes in the sky that he had seen in the game trailer PV, Roy felt a surge of pressure. He could only force himself to put aside his doubts for the time being and start to land.

Everything on the ground gradually became clear, and the flags with the Rhine Life logo also gradually became clear. Roy immediately understood that this was the scientific research site of Rhine Life. They not only conducted scientific research on the ice field, but also conducted archaeological research in the wilderness of Columbia.

In the rest area for scientific researchers surrounded by flags, Roy also noticed the three figures, one golden, one yellow, and one brown.

Dorothy, Christine, and Ferdinand were the three people Roy agreed to meet.

Perhaps their attention was attracted by the inappropriate and stimulating BGM that sounded in the sky. The three people who were originally in a stalemate and awkward situation raised their heads at the same time, and watched the meteor slide through the air, gradually slowing down and descending. A vague human figure emerged in the golden light, gradually changing from unreal to real, and finally, with one hand supporting the ground and knees slightly bent, they fell steadily to the ground, creating a landing special effect that was enough to make Gaia give full marks.

The fierce dust forced Christen and Ferdinand to turn their heads away, covering their mouths and noses and coughing softly. Only Dorothy was not affected by her Originium skills and was the first to meet them:

"Mr. Roy!"

She called out happily. Even though they had never actually met, she was not shy at all. She opened her arms in a familiar manner and gave Roy, who was caught off guard, a big hug.

Behind her, Ferdinand took out a gas mask from his arms and put it on his face, barely blocking out the dust. He took the lead and looked Roy up and down in front of him. His dark brown pupils were full of disbelief:

"Knight Everlasting? Is that how you flew here? All the way from Casimir to Columbia?"

"When Dorothy informed me that she was coming here, I was still wondering what was going on. When she said she was going to wait for you here, I almost thought she was making fun of me and wasting my time, so I went back. There is no train station or aircraft parking area here, and how can an archaeological excavation site wait for someone? And you actually..." He smacked his lips in disbelief, and asked half in admiration and half in confusion, "You can actually fly directly here!"

He stretched out his hand and pressed Roy's shoulder impatiently, as if he was already lost in some grand plan and thought:

"Listen to me, brother. Your Originium skill is enough to eliminate all aircraft on the market. What does it rely on for energy? How does it operate? What is your medium for performing the skill? To be able to fly from Casimir to Columbia, such a huge energy consumption cannot be solved by carrying a few Originiums on your body, unless your energy conversion rate is high to a certain extent. Oh, you are full of surprises!"

The more he spoke, the more excited and ambiguous he became. The look he gave Roy was as if he was looking at a living treasure trove of science. Roy got goose bumps all over his body and even felt the danger from the bottom of his heart.

The last knight's foreboding of danger warned him, and he had a premonition that he would be caught and sliced ​​into pieces in the next second.

Fortunately, Dorothy and Christen acted at the same time and forcibly pulled Ferdinand away from Roy.

The governor's clothes were still neat, in stark contrast to Ferdinand's disheveled appearance, which was covered in sand and mud. There seemed to be an invisible barrier around her, isolating all the dust except for the initial dust that she didn't have time to react to.

Roy knew that this was her Originium skill, a spell that made use of the special environment of the General Manager's Office and could even barely block the furious Saria.

Facing Roy, Christen's eyes were also full of curiosity and desire to explore, but compared to Ferdinand, she was obviously more restrained and calm. She just nodded slightly to him, stretched out her hand, and introduced herself:

"Kristen Wright. Dorothy's boss."

Ferdinand belatedly introduced himself: "Ferdinand Kruger, Director of Rhine Life Energy Department. This is my business card. If you have time later, you can come to my office and talk to me. I think there is ample room for cooperation between us."

He straightened his tie and smiled confidently, vaguely trying to confront Kristen.

However, Christen's complete lack of reaction made his punch seem like hitting cotton.

"I am also curious about your magic. But unlike Ferdinand, I am more curious about what you saw and heard in the sky," she said in a tone that was neither intimate nor unfamiliar. "If you want, I can also pay you to tell me the story in detail."

"All this can wait. I'm here for another matter."

Roy naturally saw the spark between Ferdinand and Kristen, which would create the story of Green Field Dream in the future, but at this moment, Roy had more important things to confirm.

"You two, I asked you to come here because I hope you can witness something with me."

He looked at Kristen and said,

"Ma'am, this is the scientific research area of ​​Rhine Life, right?"

"Yes." Kristen nodded, as if she had realized something.

"Can you take me down?" Roy continued.

Christen narrowed her eyes, but instead of refusing, she asked, "Do you know what's underground?"

Roy nodded. "A laboratory, a shelter, or something else. But no matter what it is, for you scientists, this may be the only chance in your lifetime."

Kristen nodded: "Follow me."

PS: Take some medicine and take a nap, then write another chapter when you wake up.

Volume 1: Chapter 258: The Quiet Tomb

The main part of the ruins now lies in the deep underground where no light has been seen for thousands of years, but it was not like this from the beginning. Its appearance is severely weathered, and it is obvious that it has been exposed to the sun, wind, sun and rain, but now only the mottled traces left by the erosion of endless time remain. Its exterior walls still show its former grandeur and modernity. The glass exterior walls of the laboratory buildings that used to tower into the sky have been broken and can no longer reflect the sunlight as they did in the past. The rooms surrounding the ruins, which have different functions and have never collapsed for thousands of years, now just stand silently, as if waiting for their owners to return.

The gate of the ruins was made of a solid unknown alloy. The automatic identification system at the gate seemed to be paralyzed, but Christen explained how it worked. It seemed that it no longer relied on a simple identification system to work, but was controlled by an intelligent terminal that could communicate. The terminal even had a brief conversation with Christen in a completely incomprehensible language, calling her "little animal."

Roy's eyes swept across the lit corridors as Christen spoke. During the development of the ruins, Rhine Life tried to restart the power system of the ruins, but could not find the control terminal, let alone figure out the internal wiring structure and energy system. In the end, they could only pull truckloads of power equipment from Tremon to replace the entire ruins.

Through the light, Roy could see the interior of the rooms marked as living areas. There were complete chairs and benches, abundant medical equipment, and even something like a coffee machine on the table, but there was no material to produce a fragrant refreshing drink. Everything was so amazingly well-organized, as if someone had lived here for hundreds of years.

In contrast, the [Experimental Area] was in a state of chaos. The abandoned laboratory was covered in a layer of dust that was big enough to leave footprints. The laboratory tables, microscopes, and some freezers used to store unknown objects, all of the once advanced scientific research equipment, were scattered in every corner, completely losing their former vitality and vigor.

"Based on the situation at the scene, it is speculated that the researchers who evacuated this place were in a hurry. Our staff even extracted a document from a research table in one of the laboratories, but it was severely damaged and it is currently impossible to perform effective text deciphering work."

As Christen introduced, she took out a square device similar to a tablet computer, but thinner and more transparent. She turned on the screen, flipped it a few times, and handed the projected three-dimensional image to Roy.

This is a thin piece of paper. Paper as a form of recording is still too fragile to withstand the test of time, so that the pattern on it can no longer be seen clearly. Only a few rough letters are left, which are slightly different from Victorian language, but seem to be of the same origin.

"My dad is a hero!"

Roy's eyes swept across the projection on the paper, his pupils shrank slightly, and he translated with some emotion: "It says that my father is a hero."

Christen's expression was slightly stunned. After a moment, she realized that Roy was translating the content above. She couldn't suppress her surprise and asked, "Can you understand it?"

"It's very similar to Old Victorian. You can decipher it from that perspective," Roy suggested evasively.

Christen took back the transparent computer, looked at Roy with narrowed eyes for a few more seconds, walked for a while, and stopped in front of the door that could be clearly seen from hundreds of meters away.

The pitch-black door remained unchanged from the last time Christen came. The patterns carved on the door looked like dried-up pipes, or like layers of circuits outside a chip, and the core chip was the off display screen.

She took a deep breath and solemnly placed her hand on the display screen on the door.

Ripples appeared on the screen again, and then the spreading water waves activated the surrounding patterns from the center, filling up with a faint light. The majestic voice sounded again, seeming a little hesitant and dissatisfied:

"Little animals? Why did you bring so many of your kind with you?"

"If you want to force the gate, it's meaningless. The only way to open this gate is from the inside. For other methods, if you don't have authority or my permission, the shelter will never fall unless the planet is destroyed."

Christen lowered her head and said, "I am here to fulfill my promise. I brought a USB flash drive that stores the knowledge you need. This kind of technology product can import the internal data by plugging into a socket. As for them..."

Kristen turned her gaze to Roy without any intention of explaining, apparently waiting for Roy to reveal more information.

Regardless of whether or not Kristen saw through his little test, Roy simply pulled out the ID card that glowed with the same light as the one in the laboratory, walked forward, and pressed the card against the screen that was rippling.

In an instant, the speed at which the ripples spread seemed to have increased countless times. A bright light suddenly appeared, filling the entire underground ruins without leaving any room, almost piercing the soil and expanding directly to the ground.

The door made a heavy sound, as if some shackles were suddenly opened, and a shocked voice came from all directions like a reverberation:

"Authentication successful?!"

"Why do you have a Universal Certification Card, where did you get this?"

He used the most standard American English, and his speaking speed was almost beyond Roy's shallow English level. He could only answer briefly in Chinese:

"This is mine. Also, since we have come to this era, let's talk in the language of this era. I don't want to hide it from my friends."

"Friends?" The voice immediately switched to Chinese. "These little animals?"

"We have a saying that animals are man's best friends, right? Besides, we shouldn't treat them as mere animals when they already have [civilization]."

The voice was silent for a moment before responding in Colombian: "You are right, fellow. I am very...very...glad to see you again. My name is Trevor Friston. I am the executor of Project 322."

"Please bring your friends in. This shelter... has been uninhabited for a very, very long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tightly closed gray door slowly opened a crack, which was enough for Roy and his companions to enter.

Roy turned around and nodded to Dorothy, who was a little worried. He prepared himself mentally and walked forward without hesitation.

The dark red light illuminated the darkness inside the door, and the quiet environment brought an uneasy atmosphere. As soon as Roy's eyes adjusted to the environment in front of him, they opened wide uncontrollably.

Under the ominous light and shadow, there are countless "sarcophagi" everywhere.

Volume 1: Chapter 259: So that’s it!

Sarcophagi, countless sarcophagi.

Unlike the extra-staff individual in Chernobyl, the sarcophagi here were more square and light, with a pitch-black surface that seemed to have no opening or closing cuts. They were neatly arranged, horizontally and vertically, and almost endless. Even if Roy only took a rough look and counted them with the crimson light, there were more than a thousand sarcophagi here.

This is almost the population of a medium-sized human village! If there is a human sleeping in each of the sarcophagi, then there are thousands of humans here!