Chapter 603 The Tombstone of the Doctor and the Bishop
Chapter 603 Tombstones of Doctors and Bishops
Russell finally understood why the Tower of Babel was called a "wandering city."
The place he and Huazhu arrived at was a top-secret space that the Deer Head Statue had never allowed anyone to enter.
The specially made airtight door here even takes into account the magic of the deer head statue - it does not have a matching door and can be entered directly from the "Road Room". You must directly teleport into another passage, go to the end and take the elevator.
Enter a "doorless" room.
This is like the cockpit of a "spaceship".
The entire space is hemispherical. It seems to reflect everything around it through some kind of camera.
Through those windows, Russell could see the factories downtown and the dark sea above.
Many empty seats are standing alone here at the moment.
They come in different sizes and colors.
On most of the seats, there is a piece of clothing, a hat, a pair of glasses, a rag doll... Nowadays, they all look a little yellow, like old photos. But the chairs and these items are all
There wasn't much dust, so someone obviously took good care of them.
"here it is……"
Hua Chu's words became sharper than ever and full of aggression.
"Long time no see...doctor."
In memory...that should be the location of the sheath.
"That was the first group I joined that could unite together regardless of race, spiritual kinship, knowledge, position, belief, or origin. Everyone worked hard to end the war and argued for the pursuit of history... We helped
Those civilians who suffered due to the war, regardless of their position, treated all the injured who appeared in front of them, gathered together to explore the ancient ruins on the land. Everyone shared the same secrets, the same ideals, pursued the common future, and did the common work.
Dream.
Huachu didn't answer, but looked away.
She raised her head and faced the flower with a pure and girlish smile: "Does it look good?"
"...This is," Alice felt a little nostalgic and a little sad, "the flower I gave to Sheath when we were on Taoyuan Island."
She looked at the room with a rare hint of sadness on her face.
She just replied calmly and sadly.
"Since about a few decades ago, it has been difficult to recruit people in the Tower of Babel. When we recruit people to join the Tower of Babel, our first reaction is 'What benefits can I get?', 'What power and relationship can I have?
Welfare', 'Is there any value in knowing history?'. Like Miriam, the kind of inferior people who don't want anything are very few. And they are becoming less and less.
But now, she can no longer calm down. She can no longer concentrate on doing research, reading books and studying. Apart from messing around every day, she just has fun.
Huazhuo said softly: "My days as an elf are not long...but in my short time, life in the Tower of Babel is also precious.
[This is the real ‘Tower of Babel’]
After that, Sheath handed it over to Huacheng.
And when Russell picked up the flower, he became Alice.
Alice murmured.
Hua Chu sighed and led Russell to one of the seats: "Guess whose seat this is?"
[If this is what the company wants to do...if this is the result that the elves hope to achieve, then I have nothing to say]
Alice felt a little sad.
"I joined the Tower of Babel relatively late."
It is not exactly a flower - it has not dried out after being there for so many years. And its original branch has turned into a delicate silver hairpin.
Those words are as sharp as a sword. Just listening to them can cut your ears and stab your heart.
Huazhuo said softly: "I was delayed a little bit... Later when I gave it to Bad Day, the sheath had already left."
There was nothing there, and Alice followed her gaze and looked over.
[What was originally placed there was the beheaded head of a saint. It was placed there by the bad day, and he also took it away]
"I'm sorry, Alice."
The voice of the deer-headed statue came.
"……Feel sorry."
She grabbed the white rose and gently pinned it to her head.
For Hua Chu, who always showed a fake smile and dealt with things tactfully, it was rare for her to reveal her true nature at this moment.
"These chairs are the tombstones of our predecessors."
Hua Chu's voice was low: "I miss you."
And the deer-headed statue was not angry either.
[That’s why I won’t let you meet each other]
The cold voice of the deer-headed statue came from all directions. It sounded like some kind of intelligent assistant.
"Yes, so they are not allowed to take the 'Tower of Babel' to excavate ruins on the ground...Who knows if they will abuse these secrets after obtaining ancient knowledge and lost history, or maybe sell them out."
Hua Chu sat next to her and reached out his hand to gently hold Alice's wrist.
"...If you put things on display, it means you are dead."
She touched Alice's seat, but found no dust. So she turned around and sat down.
Back then, she was a traveling scholar who traveled across the entire continent on foot in pursuit of the truth.
"Compared to the Big Seven, compared to the church - did the Tower of Babel do anything worthy of praise? I don't think so."
The deer-headed statue added.
"Let me tell you...the current Tower of Babel no longer has that smell. It is just a dead corpse, powdered and sprayed with perfume to decorate its decayed shell. The company is right, they
It's nothing more than a 'criminal organization'.
Russell murmured.
【Because times have changed】
[People no longer want to pursue the truth of history, nor do they care about justice and justice... They become tired, mediocre, and lose their bright souls]
"That's really... a pity."
He lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and slowly picked up the flower.
Alice chuckled softly.
It was a pure white rose. It was as white as paper, and also like Alice's pale face on the hospital bed.
Hua Chu whispered and looked at the seat next to her.
The memory of the sheath emerged from his mind. In an instant, he understood the meaning of the flower.
"Well, I'm back."
The innocent and carefree fake smile on Huachu's face finally subsided.
Looking at it, Russell's pupils trembled slightly.
He hopes to preserve the flower forever, and wants to make it into a hairpin and give it to Alice.
It was a small seat with a white flower on it.
"Doctor and Sheath are among the few members of the Tower of Babel of the previous generation who have been recognized by us. There are also Lycoris, Aurora and the others... But now they are all dead. Among the remaining ones, some are full of
Some have lost their desires, others are easily corrupted, and some are just pursuing an exciting life.
Following Alice's habit, she crossed her fingers and held them back together.
The next moment, the seat belts popped up and secured them in their seats.
And the real "Tower of Babel" also broke away from the base at this time and flew out towards the sea above -