As his master insists and reiterates, the monarch is a human being.
This idea did not come from blind loyalty. His monarch encouraged him to think independently. When he met the monarch for the first time in the arena of the Eternal City and witnessed the monarch's nature that made it difficult to open his eyes,
Number Zero also dared to say this. After the light converged, he struggled to open his eyes that were crying because of being burned. He saw sadness, impatience, humor, loss and other emotions that mortals should have on the noble and beautiful face of the monarch.
Those feelings all remind Number Zero that his monarch is just a mortal with extraordinary strength and wisdom. Now it seems that his monarch is indulged in the nature of a mortal, but Guard Zero cannot imagine his
How can a monarch support that future with a mortal soul?
Zero didn't know it yet, but while he was thinking, his monarch was caught up in thinking about information theory.
Salomon's hostility towards the Eternal God completely disappeared. Not through the persuasion of the Supreme Mage, but through the study of information theory in his graduate course - from the perspective of microphysics, an electron is a continuous electron that undergoes subtle changes.
Iteratively, each generation of electrons has a slight gap. There are no stable electrons in this world. The degree of change between the next generation of electrons and the previous generation of electrons depends on their tiny choices. These tiny choices constitute the complex, human
The thoughts shared by other mammals, from communication to genetic basis, from macrophysics to microphysics, all reflect the status of information. From this perspective, Salomon himself is a part of the will of the universe.
Electron, this universe does not need to care about any choices made by this electron. He is a tiny manifestation of the information conveyed by the will of this universe.
This is not some messy theological concept, but a philosophical thinking from a scientific perspective.
After solving the problem in his mind, Salomon suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He passionately kissed the witches (two) who stayed in bed because of fatigue in the past, then put on his clothes and went out.
"Thank you." Salomon said softly, his voice was so soft that it was even drowned in the sharp chirping wave of the machine. He was holding a bouquet in his hand, and his face was full of human glory, but only one person saw him
This expression. Vanessa had just woken up, and bright colors immediately hit her blurred vision. "Don't worry, Wilson Fisk is here." The Mystic Mage did not open his mouth, but his voice was clear.
It was passed into Vanessa's brain without any error. Vanessa recognized the owner of this voice, and her tense back relaxed again, "Some water? Even wet your lips."
Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes again.
Until Salomon put the glass of warm water to her mouth and made her swallow a few mouthfuls.
She said in a hoarse voice, "Thank me for what, little baroque boy?"
"You defied fate, Vanessa. You should have died here, but you survived, abstract artist."
"Say something nice." She closed her eyes, smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "I know there is something special about Minerva and you, even the children in the orphanage are special. I knew Minerva was looking for
It's not that simple for me to go drink."
"This is the first time you have faced death, Vanessa. But there will be a second time, a third time. As long as you stay with Wilson Fisk, the danger will not stop, like a greedy she-wolf stalking the prey. Soul." The voice sounded in Vanessa's mind, as clear as coming from the mystic's throat, "I can accurately predict when you will experience death. If you insist on having your own way, no matter if you escape After several times, I always have to hold a funeral for you. I even know the circumstances of your funeral."
"Is this your superpower, seeing death? Minerva taught you well. I didn't know you were familiar with "The Divine Comedy"." Vanessa forced a chuckle, "You know I won't change. Idea, boy. Are you going to give up on those two girlfriends of yours?"
"I……"
"You will make the same choice as me, won't you?" If Vanessa opens her eyes, she will find an unforgettable hesitation suddenly appeared on Salomon's face. The abstract painter seems to have forgotten that he has no words. She had no strength. The impact of the poisoning on her was not so easy, and she was very tired. She thought she had spoken, but she didn't expect that she had just stated it in her mind. But even so, Salomon still heard her. questions and answers.
"If it's between duty and life... I can't make a choice, Vanessa." His voice sounded very sad, and Vanessa suddenly felt that this sadness was like a hot blade cutting into her brain, making her suddenly She woke up. As an artist, Vanessa has extremely sensitive empathy and imagination. This ability is a wonderful talent for an artist, but it is the source of corruption for a wizard. She first She saw the pouring rain falling in the dark city, the wet streets and the dead bodies on the ground, and then the bodies burning with endless blood flowing in the fire. She almost smelled the burning smell. Then she forgot what she had seen before. When she saw something, she only felt that a certain impression remained in her brain, like a hot brand.
Her talent did not allow her to see too much, but even so, she still noticed something was wrong.
"I must choose the former. Even if there are thousands of reasons to choose the latter, I must choose the former."
"Why, boy?" she asked the mystic in her usual tone, "why not the latter?"
"Because the former can keep hundreds of millions of people alive, I have no choice." The frustration flashed away, followed by toughness and determination, "I envy ordinary people, they can lower their heads and enjoy Live a life full of humanity, no matter how bad it is, instead of raising your head and seeing the gloomy universe and the threats lurking under the curtain."
"Are you going to be a hero?"
"No, I will become the most cruel murderer, the most cunning king, and the most ruthless politician in the world. You can put all the adjectives for bad human nature on me, because I will definitely commit those crimes in the future, and I You will pay the price eventually." Silence enveloped the ward. Salomon turned the direction of the bouquet to Vanessa. After a while, he spoke again. "If Wilson Fisk wants you to send him abroad, you will Do so immediately. I will have my men keep you safe, but that is all, I will not provide any assistance to Wilson Fisk."
"Why?"
"You asked too many questions today, Vanessa. I will tell you because I have given Wilson Fisk's criminal information to the people who need it. Even if there is no death penalty in the United States, after losing Wilson Fisk, your
Life can also get ugly. No matter how much you love him, he is always a terrible gang leader. No one can escape his sins, not even me. Sooner or later, the flames of revenge against him will spread to you and burn you.
Turn to ashes. Or it could be worse, that you are still alive." Salomon stood up and carefully wiped the dried blood on his knuckles with a wet tissue. After finishing everything, he buttoned up his suit.
"Wilson Fisk's bodyguards are coming for the shift," he said. "They protected you very well and asked me repeatedly for my identity. I had to kill them to get in. Don't show sympathy at this time. I can't."
I’ve never seen you show compassion to those victims!”
"Your mouth is too mean, Salomon." Vanessa stared at the back of the mystic.
"I can't help it. Ridiculing others is one of my rare pastimes." Salomon kissed Vanessa's forehead. "Sister Vanessa, you can't escape my poisonous tongue. Take good care of your health. I'm here again."
Twist off the head of a fool who wants to kill you."
"Can you tell me who wants my life? I can tell you a hundred bad little stories about prophecies. Don't continue to be stubborn. The sooner you know some things, the better."
"You still haven't given up the idea of helping him, right?" The Mystic Mage shook his head helplessly, "This is not stubbornness, but it is unnecessary. Wilson Fisk will know who is behind the scenes, but not now."
"Then how do I explain the death of the bodyguard?"
"You don't have to explain anything. Don't worry, if Wilson Fisk finds me, I will only break one of his legs as a reward for his intelligence gathering abilities."