MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-v5 Chapter 63 Tips
Although he promised at the beginning that he would arrive within two days, it was already the evening of the second day when Lorenzo stepped into Maynard's courtyard.
...I'm not late, am I?
Standing at the door, Lorenzo breathed a sigh of relief exhaustedly, and the first sentence he said when he entered the door was an apology: "I talked about an important matter in the morning, and I was assassinated again in the afternoon.
"It's okay to be assassinated again.
Forty-two glanced at him, and reprimanded unceremoniously: "You are not late, but you can't kill anyone if you press the news, my friend." As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by a twelve-year-old, soft-faced old model Lorenzo was also slightly taken aback by the usual reprimand. Then he reacted quickly: "You...Leonardo?" Call me forty-two now. "
Forty-two said flatly: "Also, don't laugh.
...hug, sorry.
Lorenzo couldn't help laughing, and closed the door with difficulty: I'm actually very professional, and I usually don't laugh out loud... Puhaha...
"I know, unless I can't help it." Forty-two sighed lightly: "Forget it." Just laugh when you laugh. When I grow up, it shouldn't be so harmonious, and it will be more or less majestic. "
"But your body is not ridiculous at all. Leonardo. Lorenzo looked at Forty-Two and couldn't help whistling. It was hard to resist the desire to touch his head: "I just feel cute. When you grow up. Maybe there would be no majesty in being a beauty like Crowley. "
The Crowley he mentioned was the surname of Aleister's last life—he had always been used to calling him by this name, and even in this life, he kept in touch with him from time to time. Forty-two replied casually: That's not necessarily the case. Come back in a few years and check it out.
He was indeed full of confidence. Although a considerable part of the blood in this body comes from Baimon, even the body size is very close. But he is gendered after all, not genderless like Baimon. Under the effect of stimulation, he should have a big change when he reaches puberty... right? Unlike Aleister who had turned into a beautiful girl, Lorenzo's image was a blond young man with a face as pale as a stone statue to almost transparent, even more handsome than his previous life. At the first glance, no mechanical transformation can be seen on the outside of his body surface.
His facial features are profound, his skin is flawless, like an ancient Greek statue, his body is strong and powerful. But his irises are not cloudy or cloudy as they are naturally produced, but sparkle like doll-like emeralds that have been finely cut into many facets.
And most unusual. It's that he doesn't have round human pupils
Yes, his pupils are erect black love shapes. The very clear and shining emerald green iris is in the middle, hiding the cat-like slit-shaped pupils. Forty-two keenly discovered that under Lorenzo's shining eyes, there were actually extremely dense and dense runes hidden. Just because his delicately cut gems were too shiny, these runes were distorted by refraction like something under the surface of the water.
"Do you care about this, Leonardo?"
Lorenzo asked suddenly. He walked on the side of forty-two. But as if seeing Forty-two's eyes directly, he pointed to his own eyes.
"It has two purposes, the main one is to expand the field of vision.
Lorenzo explained: "They should have told you. The policies I usually implement are relatively radical, so I often encounter assassinations by the opposition. But if the policies are not radical, it is difficult for me to provide them with Policy aid...Only radical policy can disguise what I really want to do.
"What are those runes used for?" Forty-two slightly raised eyebrows: "I looked, it seems to be magic?"
"Indeed it is.
The handsome young man nodded with a smile: "I signed a contract with Dantalin and borrowed his power. So I etched in my eyes 'detect lies', detect poisonous rope', detect curses' and detect hostility. Also to prevent being assassinated.
When he said this, he sighed helplessly: "I should be the governor who has been assassinated the most times in history.
"Because you are also the most trusted and respected governor.
The middle-aged man next to him said with a smile.
He was the last Pope Hector III. Also the first bit to get reborn. Today he is known as "The Curator"1. Most people have forgotten his name.
He looks fat and amiable now, which is completely different from what he used to be. Not only did he lose all the majesty and solemnity he had when he was the pope, but he also had a trace of a scholar's book and an unknowable profundity. Like Aleister, the curator's psychic power has also changed.
His former psychic power was the red-type "watching memory", and he could randomly see a certain thing that happened around him. This obsession comes from his previous understanding of the historical truth of "King Solomon". But now, his psionic power has turned into a yellow color, and it is very dangerous. The name of this psionic power is "memory error". Simply put, he has the ability to change someone's impression of "something that happened". The more the other party doesn't pay much attention to the matter and doesn't always remember it, the more he can modify it without leaving a trace... At the current level, it is below the level of "as long as you don't mention it, you won't think about it". Complete revision of traces. It's almost the ability to warp one's memory at will.
The most frightening thing is that his psychic powers don't need to meet in all directions, and don't need to touch. As long as the two parties are aware of each other's existence-for example, the curator knows that someone is studying his information somewhere. Or the other party is talking or fighting with the curator, and the curator can directly modify the memory details of the other party. Even across oceans and across borders.
This kind of scope is a world-class ability, basically it is impossible to be weak. The only disadvantage is that he cannot read the memory and thoughts of the other party, so there may be some logical errors in the modified memory. Compared with his previous psionic ability, which was almost completely incapable of fighting, the curator's current psionic ability can even make him one of the strongest pure-blooded humans on earth. As long as he is smart enough, no one can kill him. This psionic energy fully possesses the potential to become a psionic energy seed.
Wait until the earth enters the interstellar era. The weakened mass-produced version of this psychic power can produce the vital "synchronous communicator"
What became easy on earth can become a huge, insoluble problem as time goes on. But with the sample of the curator, it can be the first to get around the predicament, and now, he will also become a sharp weapon in the forty second hand.
"I only heard a general idea before," Lorenzo asked forty-two in a low voice, "You suddenly summoned us, it seems that something big happened?" Similar to the one behind the Order of the Rose. The curator whispered, very cautiously: "And this time it's more dangerous. Even adults can't handle it."
Forty-two explained: The main reason is that this time the enemy has a special identity, and none of the demon gods can participate. " Lorenzo frowned slightly.
"They're big men, but this one is the most dangerous enemy the planet has ever faced. Far more dangerous than the Zerg.
Forty-two vaguely brushed off the question, and said seriously: "I can only say...his ability is quite special. The more you know, the more dangerous the situation will be. So you can only do it...you can't know anything.
Lorenzo reacted quickly.
He had also heard the story of Harvey's assassination of Augustus. But he immediately frowned sullenly: "Then you shouldn't have told me this... What if I figured out the truth myself?" "You can't guess it, because I didn't tell you the key things. Forty-two nodded: "I can only use this to dispel your doubts first. I believe in your loyalty to me, but I can't control your curiosity... This warning is a necessary move to get rid of your curiosity.
It's like biting off your tongue to break free from a hallucination. Although dangerous, it is necessary. Failure to do so will only usher in a more painful future.
...no one told me. I'm taking time off this time to save the world.
Lorenzo sighed bitterly.
But he quickly became serious and nodded: "Okay, I understand... If you want to sacrifice, can you carry out the plan after three days? I want to make arrangements for my funeral." I don't need it for now, because I don't Too anxious. Forty-two nodded, then shook his head again; "The first phase of the plan cannot be completed in a few days. Have a plan?
Lorenzo relaxed a lot upon hearing that.
He couldn't help asking: "Then do you have a plan now? Oh... If you can't say this sentence, forget it." There should be, and I can tell you. Forty-two replied calmly: "After I learned about the ability of the curator, I have already made a plan.
"After I arranged all the plans, I asked the curator to eliminate some of the key cognitions I designated and overwrite them with the backup memories I prepared in advance. Only a few tips were left. After the task of the stage is completed, open the next one.
"And what I'm doing now is walking on the board I set up before. I believe in myself, so the general direction of the plan must be correct, and we can't make unnecessary mistakes.
"Maynard, the curator, Aleister, Lorenzo. And the 'Executor' I brought, plus myself. There are only six of us who will save the world, and will save the world... Now you can only believe in me, and I must believe in me. Under Lorenzo's shocked gaze, Forty-Two replied almost solemnly: Actually, I don't know where our ship is going. But we are on our way.
