Chapter 6 chapter Five
Early the next morning, a police force entered our neighbor's house and drove the tranquility out of our small apartment.Immediately behind the police were groups of journalists arriving in large vans, holding various equipment and tools high in their hands.
I can only imagine what the neighbors will think.It amazes me, though, that a person can think so strangely in a pinch—even though I've been busy preparing for the trio (the three most powerful people in the world right now), I The biggest concern is how we explain it to Mrs. Munford.She lives in an apartment across the street.
She is (or she thinks she is) the manager of our community. If she doesn't wave the baton in her hand, then nothing should happen here (such as divorce or house breaking).
So far, she has allowed Saryon and I to live a peaceful life without interruption.After all, our lives may seem extremely boring to outsiders.And at this moment, I could see her peering out with her eyes pressed against the window, a look of curiosity mixed with frustration.She had also managed to break into the street and talk to the police.I don't know what the officer said to her, but she ran like a rabbit back to her administrative assistant's house.There again her and Mrs. Billingscott's faces were pressed against the windowpane.Tomorrow they will definitely put their faces on our front door.
I've got some roses in a vase, and I'm still thinking about how to explain today's situation to my neighbors in an acceptable way.At this moment Saryon entered the room.Those two boring old ladies instantly disappeared from my mind.
My host missed breakfast time.I didn't bother him, because he went to bed very late yesterday, and I hope he can sleep as long as possible.But now he looks like he never closed his eyes for a moment.After that night, he seemed to have aged twenty years.There were many haggard wrinkles on his face, and his back became even more hunched.He looked around the room blankly, thanked me with a smile for making it tidy.But it was clear to me that he hadn't actually seen anything.
He goes to the kitchen.I serve him hot tea and buttered toast.He glanced at the slice of toast uninterestedly, but drank his tea anyway.
"Sit down, Reuven," he said in his still calm, gentle voice, "I've made my decision."
I sat in the chair, hoping in my heart to persuade him to eat something.Just then, the doorbell rang.I looked at the master helplessly, forced a smile, and shrugged.He went out and answered the door, and I continued to tidy up the room.
The police all over here came into our house.A woman in a suit said she was in charge of Earth Army security and that she would be responsible for the safety of Saryon and me.She also said her men would search the house thoroughly.She ushered us back into the kitchen, sat us down, and explained her plan to us.A team of cold-eyed, professional, meticulous men followed her into our apartment, their cold-eyed, professional hounds on their hands.
I soon heard them upstairs, in the basement, and in every room in the apartment.I don't know if they found more green lights.I think they should be able to find it.They found everything, including half a biscuit under the cushion of the couch.One of them politely gave it to me, and I gave it to his dog.But that professional dog obviously won't accept treats at work.
Seeing that Saryon was completely lost in his own thoughts, paying no attention to the plan that the woman was talking about, I had to concentrate on listening to her and understanding what we had to do.Meanwhile, I've been wondering what exactly my master has decided.
"His Majesty Garrod, General Polis, and their entourage will arrive in the same plane at thirteen o'clock. The Honorable Coffin Smither and his valet will arrive in a second plane at Arrived at 13:30. They'll leave together at 14:00."
Please excuse me, ma'am.I write my words on note paper.I generally carry note paper with me.But she showed that she understood sign language.I am grateful for that. "How many assistants and entourage will they bring?"
I was thinking about how to fit that many people in our small living room.If they're all going to drink tea... I should run to the pantry quickly!
But she assured me we didn't have to worry about anything.She and her entourage handle all meetings.From the sound of furniture scraping against the floor, I could tell the living room was being rearranged.
At this moment, Saryon blinked, sighed, stood up from the table, bowed slightly, and smiled vaguely at the woman.I believe he has no idea who this woman is or why she is here.Then Saryon left, muttering that he would stay in the kitchen and call him when the time came.
The woman frowned disapprovingly. "He has been given a great honor and is insensitive to it. So many eminent and important leaders would change their schedules for him. Some of them have to travel half the world, all just to celebrate this gentleman's birthday! … ...well! At least I think he should show more gratitude."
his birthday!I actually forgot.Today was supposed to be the day he was born in Simhallen.Saryon never paid attention to his birthday.But actually I had planned a little celebration tonight.My gift for him was a chess set with pieces shaped like dragons, griffins, and other mythical creatures.Now the chess set is neatly wrapped up in my bedroom upstairs.I wonder how anyone would know it's his birthday, we never told anyone about it.That's when I remembered those bugs that glowed green.
Well, that's why they're here, to say happy birthday to the old catalyst saint.They were really lucky to find such an excuse.If Saryon's birthday wasn't today, I don't know what excuse they would come up with.I'm pissed off more by this nasty behavior than by those silver guys breaking into our house.
Sometimes it's lucky for me not to be able to speak.If I could make a sound, I would definitely vent my anger on that woman.This might screw everything up.When I have to sign what I mean, I have time to think about my words.Of course, I understand that the real purpose of this meeting must be kept secret from the king and the general.
"Forgive Saryon," I signed to the woman in sign language, "my master is very humble, and he has been completely petrified by such a huge honor. He is inevitably a little bit at a loss under the attention of so many people. He feels that he is not It makes him regretful that he deserves to be looked after so much and has caused distress to so many people."
These words eased the woman's emotions to some extent.We continue to discuss the details of the plan.The guests will stay for an hour, no more.Fortunately, they don't drink tea.The woman suggested that Saryon might want to take off his brown robes (the Catalyst Saints' robes, which he'd worn all his life) and put on a suit.And I should also swap out my blue denim for something more appropriate for the occasion.I replied that none of us had suits.Finally she gave up on this and went off to check on the progress of the preparations.
I went into the master's study to remind him that today was his birthday.I believe he has long since forgotten about it.I also made more hot toast, put them on a tray and served them with the tea.
I explained all the situation to Saryon (looking quite agitated, I'm afraid).Saryon looked at my waving hands, smiled tiredly and indulgently, and shook his head.
"Conspiracy, politics, all breed in this game. They live in this game and don't know how to get out, so they can only continue this game until they die." He sighed again, eating absent-mindedly. with toast. "Even Prince Jarod... I should call him Prince Jarod. He was able to keep himself from getting too deep in it when he was young. It's a game like quicksand, I guess, even good guys trapped in."
"Father," I asked, "what decision did you make?"
Saryon didn't speak, but said to me in the same sign language: "Those people have entered this room, Reuven. We know that they have put their electronic monitors here. Maybe there are others watching us."
I remembered the two Dukes who had suddenly appeared in the kitchen, and thought that there might be a dozen people crammed into this small study, and that my master and I were the only two people to be seen, and it was unavoidable. strangeness.When I went out and returned the tray to the kitchen, I felt nervous.I was always afraid of breaking these glasses and plates by mistake.
The dignitaries are punctual.The first things that came to our door were black limousines with Simharon flags and guards in royal uniform.Mrs. Mumford and Mrs. Billingscott dropped all pretense, and stood before their door, wide-eyed, arguing passionately.I can't help feeling proud.His Majesty emerged from the saloon, dressed in a rather conservative dark suit, with his coat of arms and ceremonial sash.He was accompanied by generals in uniform, with full decorations and ribbons.The entourage followed them.All the soldiers stood at attention and saluted.Mrs. Mumford and Mrs. Billingscott stared at them dumbfounded until I thought they must have strained some muscle. My sense of pride intensifies when I imagine the expressions on the faces of these two women when I serve them tea tomorrow morning.I would explain to them, with modesty and decorum, that Prince Garrod was an old friend of my master's, and that the General had been his equal.It's boring to think about these things, but it doesn't do any harm.Unfortunately, there will never be such an opportunity.I never saw those two neighbors again. Prince Garrod and General Polis came into our house.Saryon and I waited in trepidation.My master knew what pressure these people would put on him, and this meeting terrified him.I'm nervous because of the master.But I have to admit, I was kind of looking forward to seeing two of my characters again, especially Prince Jarod.He had had such a huge influence on Joram's life. Prince Jarod was then Prince Jarod.To him I once wrote: That beautiful voice matched that delicate and flawless face.Those eyes are big and intelligent.Resolute lips, but the lines at the corners of the mouth always make people think of smiles and joy.A strong jaw without arrogance.High cheekbones show decisiveness and wisdom. My description comes from my earlier memories and from Saryon's comments.Even now, this description is still accurate.It's just that Prince Garrod is already a middle-aged man.Around the corners of his resolute mouth, the wrinkles deepened.Sorrow, tribulation and toil left indelible marks on his face.But those wrinkles still soften when he smiles.His smile is warm and sincere.I had seen how this man commanded the respect, even the affection, of the sullen, obstinate Joram. Saryon wanted to bow, but Jarod took my master's hand with both. "Father Saryon," he said, "it is my duty to pay you homage." Prince Jarod bowed to my master. Joy and bewilderment made Saryon freeze, his fear and trembling melted into Prince Jarod's warm smile.He blushed and complained incoherently that His Majesty had given him too much honor.Jarod just looked at the embarrassed Saryon with comforting eyes and listened to his gibberish muttering. Saryon looked at Prince Jarod, finally held his hand without hesitation, and said over and over again with genuine joy: "Is Your Majesty okay now?" "Not so good, Father," said Prince Jarod, the wrinkles on his face deepening. "It's a bad situation. Remember James Polis?" The brief warm time was shattered.Jarod temporarily lifted the burden from my master's shoulders, only to throw it back on him.James Polis, stubby, square-shouldered, was as tough as his tank.He was a good man, a good soldier.He used to be merciful.In Simharon, he had the power to retaliate, but he didn't.He was really happy to see Saryon.He shook my master's hand firmly.Saryon smiled, though his hand was clearly sore from the grip.But James Polis and his army evoke the end of Simharon, and it's unnerving to see him. "General Polis, welcome to the humble house." Saryon said solemnly. He ushered the two into the living room.The rearrangement of the place by those people just now is really necessary.The four of us alone made the place look cramped, so the entourage had to stay on the grass outside the door.Saryon introduced me.Both Prince Jarod and General Polis politely praised my record of Darksaber history.Prince Garrod, with all his innate charm, told me with that warm, placid smile that he thought I had exaggerated my description of him. "I've written less than half of what I've written, Your Majesty," I signed.Saryon translated for me. "Although I have made the best effort." I gave my master a friendly look. "I had to dig very carefully to find some flaws in you that would make you an interesting and believable character." "Emin knows that I have many shortcomings." Prince Garrod smiled slightly, and said: "Some of my subordinates are very interested in your writings, Reuven. Maybe you can answer some of their questions. Let your The master and the general and I have a good time talking about the old days." I appreciate and am grateful that he let me go in such a tactful way.Just as I stood up to walk out, Saryon reached out and grabbed my wrist. "I trust Reuven." Jarod and General Polis exchanged a look.The general nodded slightly.Prince Jarod also nodded. "Very well, General, may I?" General Polis walked towards the living room door and said a few words to one of his men.The soldier gestured to his companions, and they departed, leaving only the four of us.The sound of boots hitting the floor echoed throughout the house.They're presumably doing one last check.Then the sound of boots died away and the front door was shut.From the window, I saw the soldiers spread out and began to monitor the situation around them. Although there are now four people in the house, I have a sense of emptiness and loneliness, as if it belonged to another person and that person has just passed away.A chill seeped into my body, as if we had left our home and would never return. Of the four of us, Saryon seemed the most relaxed.He has made his decision.Now he looked calm and dignified.Although Prince Garrod and the general are present, it seems that my master is in control of the whole situation. Jarod tried to speak, but was interrupted by Saryon. "Your Majesty, your envoy Mosiah clearly explained the current situation to me last night. The visit of the technologist also provided me with some information." Prince Jarod moved around in the bench uncomfortably, and wanted to speak again.But Saryon clearly didn't want to give him a chance to speak. "I have tentatively made a decision--before I can make a final decision, I need more information. I hope that the two gentlemen, and the one who will come next, will provide me with such information." "As for the one that comes next," said General Polis, "there are some things you should know about Coffin Smither." "I already know a little about him," Saryon said with a slight smile on his lips. "I spent the whole night looking up his information on the global information list." "World Wide Web." I corrected him in sign language. "The Web," said Saryon, "I never know its name." The two gentlemen looked confused.If they really knew Saryon, they wouldn't have acted like this.Sure, those gasoline-burning engines pissed him off, but getting used to computers was like a duck learning to swim. "I inquired about various information." Saryon continued.I hold back a smile.I know he didn't mean to be showing off. “I read what various political analysts wrote about Smither. I read the news reports. I even read the unfinished biography on him. There was nothing in the article that said Coffin Smither was A technologist." "Of course not, Father," said Garrod. "He keeps it a secret. But who actually believes it? Only those of us who were born and raised in Simhallen. And ’” he said to Saryon, and to General Polis, “whoever has been there. Surely you don’t doubt that! What happened last night—” "Indeed, Your Majesty." Saryon remained calm. "Last night, like I said, was a very meaningful one. All the descriptions of Coffin Smither mentioned his ambition, his meteoric rise to wealth and fame, his charisma and charisma. All People marvel at his luck. He is luck itself. Luck has brought him a lot of wealth, put him in the right place at the right time, and made him make the most appropriate decisions." "What they call luck, some of us call magic," said Prince Jarod. "How could no one know?" Saryon asked softly. "Do you doubt Your Majesty?" Excited blood flashed across General Polis' face. Jarod waved him to be quiet. "I could see what Father Saryon cared about. At first, it was hard for me to believe it, too. But that's how technologists have behaved in this world for a long time. "No doubt you have long heard of those who practice so-called black magic. The sect of followers of Satan. They wear black robes, destroy life, and dance before graves at midnight. Most people on the planet believe this It's the dark arts. But it's not techies. They laugh at it, and even use it to their advantage - after all, it's a way to draw the world's attention to them. "Who would believe that a businessman who wears a formal suit and is known as the elite of the stock market will use magic to become invisible and infiltrate the board meetings of different companies to steal internal information? Control other people's minds through magic?" It sounds ridiculous, but I've seen those silver techies break into my house after all. Prince Garrod showed a bitter expression. "When I first found out that the Dark Four still existed, I wanted to warn the Earth Government. But even my best friend didn't believe me." He glanced at James Polis.The latter smiled apologetically and shook his head. "I won't waste my time telling you what led General Polis to believe it. I thought it would take us our lives, but he did. The General thought it was a waste to openly fight Technicians My time and my strength. I have to use the same strategy as them." "Mosiah told you that he was one of them," General Polis said, "but did he tell you that he did it willingly? To infiltrate them, risk his life to pry into their dark secrets. " "No," Saryon seemed relieved. "He didn't say that." "Through him, we learned a lot about their organization. We discovered the truth about the 'chemical factory' they run." Prince Garrod smiled coldly. "They even got government subsidies!" "You worked with Smither," Saryon said, "and you didn't charge them." "We have no choice," Prince Jarod's voice was serious and grim. "He holds our people and the hostages of the Earthlings." "Technologists have infiltrated every branch of the military," General Polis said, "but they're not trying to cause havoc. Oh no. They're too smart to do that. They've made themselves unstoppable. The missing piece. Because of their strength and skill, we can stand against Conifer. If they withdraw their magical forces, or, if they attack us with their magic, we are finished." "How did they do it?" Saryon asked confused. "I can tell you a simple example. We have a torpedo with an electronic brain. We can program it to hit the target accurately. When the enemy detects this torpedo, it sends out an electronic signal to interfere with its movement." Electronic brains. But they can't send out signals to interfere with magic. So technologists can still control this torpedo to attack. "And if..." General Polis lowered his voice, "they used magic to change the program of the torpedo, allowing it to attack another target, which is not the enemy's target..." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Judging from the intelligence they gave us, they controlled the nuclear weapons in the same way," said Prince Garrod. "Based on our own reconnaissance, we have reason to believe they are telling the truth." "In other words, we dare not think that they are lying." The general said frankly. "I don't see how the Dark Sword can help you against those people," Saryon said.I believe I already know his decision. "To be honest, we don't know," said Prince Jarod. "Then why—" "Because they're afraid of it," replied Prince Jarod, "and we don't know why, or what they found, or how, but they got it from their researchers—those people called Dickonkel. Warning, the Dark Sword can be their aid, but it can also be dangerous." Saryon shook his head. Jarod stared at Saryon for a long time, then said, "There is another reason." "I think so," Saryon said coldly, "otherwise you wouldn't have worked so hard to find me." "Only Duke Xis knew about this, and they all swore to keep it a secret. Otherwise, Mosiah would have told you last night. Do you remember Cardinal Radisovik? The former Cardinal Radisovik? " "Yes, I remember. A good man with reason. Now, then, he's a bishop. Great!" said Saryon. "One day the bishop was working alone in his study when he suddenly felt that someone else was in the room. He looked up and was surprised to see a woman sitting in a chair in front of his desk. Unusual. The bishop's secretary had strict rules that no one should be allowed into the bishop's office without an appointment. "Fearful that the woman might hurt him, the bishop pretended to converse pleasantly with her, while secretly pressing a secret button hidden under the table to warn the guards. "But the button obviously didn't work, because the guards never showed up. But the woman assured the Bishop that he had absolutely nothing to fear. "'I have come to give you information.' said the woman. 'First of all, I suggest that you stop the war against Conifer. You have no chance of defeating those xenomorphs, not at all. They are too powerful, and you don't know them yet. How strong the real power is. They number even more than a trillion. They will not make peace with you. They don't need to. They will destroy you, and they will succeed.' "The bishop was only more astonished. He said that the woman's expression was very calm. She told him this terrible news, so that he felt that everything she said could not be questioned. "'Excuse me, ma'am,' said the bishop, 'but who are you? What do you represent?' "She smiled at him and said, 'Someone who is very close to you, and who is personally interested in you.' Then she told the Bishop, 'You have a chance of surviving with the Earthlings and Simharun. Dark The Black Sword destroyed a world, and now it may save it.' "'But the Dark Sword no longer exists,' Bishop Radisovik objected. 'It itself is ruined.' "'It has been reforged again. Bring it to the maker of Simharon, and seek salvation!' "Just then, the bishop's phone rang. When he went to answer the phone and turned back, the woman had disappeared. The bishop didn't hear her leave, just as he didn't hear her coming in. Later the bishop asked his secretary and the building Security, they said no one came in or out of the bishop's office. The button under the desk was also confirmed to be working, no one knows why the alarm didn't go off. "And it's also true," Garrod continued, "that the woman was not captured by cameras anywhere in the building, not even in the bishop's office. Even more strange is the woman's reference to the new Dark The sword was forged, and then we knew nothing of Smither's reaction when he went to Joram and Joram." "So what does the Bishop think of this?" Saryon asked. Garald hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "Judging from what the woman said, the person who manipulated this matter behind the scenes is very close to the bishop, and is personally interested in the bishop. So the bishop believes that it is Ai who came to see him. An emissary of Min. An angel, if you will." I noticed that General Polis was moving in his chair, looking very disturbed. "Should be an emissary," the general said. "CIA, Interpol, His Majesty's secret servant, FBI...but not God." "What fun!" said Saryon.I could see that he was thinking hard about it. "Whoever gave us this information, our own researchers are now desperate to get their hands on the sword," General Polis said. "We're going to see if there's really a way to stop Conifer with this sword." "But this will not solve the problem. The woman said," Saryon reminded him, "that the sword must be delivered to Simharon's maker." General Polis looked at Saryon like a grown man pampering a child full of strange thoughts. "Who was Simharon's maker? Merlin? If you find him, Father, I will give him the Dark Sword." Saryon's gaze hardened.Polis' words were sacrilegious to him. "At least," Prince Garrod said in a soothing tone, "we must never let technologists get the Dark Sword." Saryon looked extremely troubled. He seemed to be reconsidering the decision he had made.It seemed that the other two wanted to put further pressure on my master, but at this moment a huge black luxury car drove up. General Polis put his hands to his ears. "I see it," he said into the micro walkie-talkie, looking at us gravely. "Here comes Smither."
The dignitaries are punctual.The first things that came to our door were black limousines with Simharon flags and guards in royal uniform.Mrs. Mumford and Mrs. Billingscott dropped all pretense, and stood before their door, wide-eyed, arguing passionately.I can't help feeling proud.His Majesty emerged from the saloon, dressed in a rather conservative dark suit, with his coat of arms and ceremonial sash.He was accompanied by generals in uniform, with full decorations and ribbons.The entourage followed them.All the soldiers stood at attention and saluted.Mrs. Mumford and Mrs. Billingscott stared at them dumbfounded until I thought they must have strained some muscle. My sense of pride intensifies when I imagine the expressions on the faces of these two women when I serve them tea tomorrow morning.I would explain to them, with modesty and decorum, that Prince Garrod was an old friend of my master's, and that the General had been his equal.It's boring to think about these things, but it doesn't do any harm.Unfortunately, there will never be such an opportunity.I never saw those two neighbors again. Prince Garrod and General Polis came into our house.Saryon and I waited in trepidation.My master knew what pressure these people would put on him, and this meeting terrified him.I'm nervous because of the master.But I have to admit, I was kind of looking forward to seeing two of my characters again, especially Prince Jarod.He had had such a huge influence on Joram's life. Prince Jarod was then Prince Jarod.To him I once wrote: That beautiful voice matched that delicate and flawless face.Those eyes are big and intelligent.Resolute lips, but the lines at the corners of the mouth always make people think of smiles and joy.A strong jaw without arrogance.High cheekbones show decisiveness and wisdom. My description comes from my earlier memories and from Saryon's comments.Even now, this description is still accurate.It's just that Prince Garrod is already a middle-aged man.Around the corners of his resolute mouth, the wrinkles deepened.Sorrow, tribulation and toil left indelible marks on his face.But those wrinkles still soften when he smiles.His smile is warm and sincere.I had seen how this man commanded the respect, even the affection, of the sullen, obstinate Joram. Saryon wanted to bow, but Jarod took my master's hand with both. "Father Saryon," he said, "it is my duty to pay you homage." Prince Jarod bowed to my master. Joy and bewilderment made Saryon freeze, his fear and trembling melted into Prince Jarod's warm smile.He blushed and complained incoherently that His Majesty had given him too much honor.Jarod just looked at the embarrassed Saryon with comforting eyes and listened to his gibberish muttering. Saryon looked at Prince Jarod, finally held his hand without hesitation, and said over and over again with genuine joy: "Is Your Majesty okay now?" "Not so good, Father," said Prince Jarod, the wrinkles on his face deepening. "It's a bad situation. Remember James Polis?" The brief warm time was shattered.Jarod temporarily lifted the burden from my master's shoulders, only to throw it back on him.James Polis, stubby, square-shouldered, was as tough as his tank.He was a good man, a good soldier.He used to be merciful.In Simharon, he had the power to retaliate, but he didn't.He was really happy to see Saryon.He shook my master's hand firmly.Saryon smiled, though his hand was clearly sore from the grip.But James Polis and his army evoke the end of Simharon, and it's unnerving to see him. "General Polis, welcome to the humble house." Saryon said solemnly. He ushered the two into the living room.The rearrangement of the place by those people just now is really necessary.The four of us alone made the place look cramped, so the entourage had to stay on the grass outside the door.Saryon introduced me.Both Prince Jarod and General Polis politely praised my record of Darksaber history.Prince Garrod, with all his innate charm, told me with that warm, placid smile that he thought I had exaggerated my description of him. "I've written less than half of what I've written, Your Majesty," I signed.Saryon translated for me. "Although I have made the best effort." I gave my master a friendly look. "I had to dig very carefully to find some flaws in you that would make you an interesting and believable character." "Emin knows that I have many shortcomings." Prince Garrod smiled slightly, and said: "Some of my subordinates are very interested in your writings, Reuven. Maybe you can answer some of their questions. Let your The master and the general and I have a good time talking about the old days." I appreciate and am grateful that he let me go in such a tactful way.Just as I stood up to walk out, Saryon reached out and grabbed my wrist. "I trust Reuven." Jarod and General Polis exchanged a look.The general nodded slightly.Prince Jarod also nodded. "Very well, General, may I?" General Polis walked towards the living room door and said a few words to one of his men.The soldier gestured to his companions, and they departed, leaving only the four of us.The sound of boots hitting the floor echoed throughout the house.They're presumably doing one last check.Then the sound of boots died away and the front door was shut.From the window, I saw the soldiers spread out and began to monitor the situation around them. Although there are now four people in the house, I have a sense of emptiness and loneliness, as if it belonged to another person and that person has just passed away.A chill seeped into my body, as if we had left our home and would never return. Of the four of us, Saryon seemed the most relaxed.He has made his decision.Now he looked calm and dignified.Although Prince Garrod and the general are present, it seems that my master is in control of the whole situation. Jarod tried to speak, but was interrupted by Saryon. "Your Majesty, your envoy Mosiah clearly explained the current situation to me last night. The visit of the technologist also provided me with some information." Prince Jarod moved around in the bench uncomfortably, and wanted to speak again.But Saryon clearly didn't want to give him a chance to speak. "I have tentatively made a decision--before I can make a final decision, I need more information. I hope that the two gentlemen, and the one who will come next, will provide me with such information." "As for the one that comes next," said General Polis, "there are some things you should know about Coffin Smither." "I already know a little about him," Saryon said with a slight smile on his lips. "I spent the whole night looking up his information on the global information list." "World Wide Web." I corrected him in sign language. "The Web," said Saryon, "I never know its name." The two gentlemen looked confused.If they really knew Saryon, they wouldn't have acted like this.Sure, those gasoline-burning engines pissed him off, but getting used to computers was like a duck learning to swim. "I inquired about various information." Saryon continued.I hold back a smile.I know he didn't mean to be showing off. “I read what various political analysts wrote about Smither. I read the news reports. I even read the unfinished biography on him. There was nothing in the article that said Coffin Smither was A technologist." "Of course not, Father," said Garrod. "He keeps it a secret. But who actually believes it? Only those of us who were born and raised in Simhallen. And ’” he said to Saryon, and to General Polis, “whoever has been there. Surely you don’t doubt that! What happened last night—” "Indeed, Your Majesty." Saryon remained calm. "Last night, like I said, was a very meaningful one. All the descriptions of Coffin Smither mentioned his ambition, his meteoric rise to wealth and fame, his charisma and charisma. All People marvel at his luck. He is luck itself. Luck has brought him a lot of wealth, put him in the right place at the right time, and made him make the most appropriate decisions." "What they call luck, some of us call magic," said Prince Jarod. "How could no one know?" Saryon asked softly. "Do you doubt Your Majesty?" Excited blood flashed across General Polis' face. Jarod waved him to be quiet. "I could see what Father Saryon cared about. At first, it was hard for me to believe it, too. But that's how technologists have behaved in this world for a long time. "No doubt you have long heard of those who practice so-called black magic. The sect of followers of Satan. They wear black robes, destroy life, and dance before graves at midnight. Most people on the planet believe this It's the dark arts. But it's not techies. They laugh at it, and even use it to their advantage - after all, it's a way to draw the world's attention to them. "Who would believe that a businessman who wears a formal suit and is known as the elite of the stock market will use magic to become invisible and infiltrate the board meetings of different companies to steal internal information? Control other people's minds through magic?" It sounds ridiculous, but I've seen those silver techies break into my house after all. Prince Garrod showed a bitter expression. "When I first found out that the Dark Four still existed, I wanted to warn the Earth Government. But even my best friend didn't believe me." He glanced at James Polis.The latter smiled apologetically and shook his head. "I won't waste my time telling you what led General Polis to believe it. I thought it would take us our lives, but he did. The General thought it was a waste to openly fight Technicians My time and my strength. I have to use the same strategy as them." "Mosiah told you that he was one of them," General Polis said, "but did he tell you that he did it willingly? To infiltrate them, risk his life to pry into their dark secrets. " "No," Saryon seemed relieved. "He didn't say that." "Through him, we learned a lot about their organization. We discovered the truth about the 'chemical factory' they run." Prince Garrod smiled coldly. "They even got government subsidies!" "You worked with Smither," Saryon said, "and you didn't charge them." "We have no choice," Prince Jarod's voice was serious and grim. "He holds our people and the hostages of the Earthlings." "Technologists have infiltrated every branch of the military," General Polis said, "but they're not trying to cause havoc. Oh no. They're too smart to do that. They've made themselves unstoppable. The missing piece. Because of their strength and skill, we can stand against Conifer. If they withdraw their magical forces, or, if they attack us with their magic, we are finished." "How did they do it?" Saryon asked confused. "I can tell you a simple example. We have a torpedo with an electronic brain. We can program it to hit the target accurately. When the enemy detects this torpedo, it sends out an electronic signal to interfere with its movement." Electronic brains. But they can't send out signals to interfere with magic. So technologists can still control this torpedo to attack. "And if..." General Polis lowered his voice, "they used magic to change the program of the torpedo, allowing it to attack another target, which is not the enemy's target..." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Judging from the intelligence they gave us, they controlled the nuclear weapons in the same way," said Prince Garrod. "Based on our own reconnaissance, we have reason to believe they are telling the truth." "In other words, we dare not think that they are lying." The general said frankly. "I don't see how the Dark Sword can help you against those people," Saryon said.I believe I already know his decision. "To be honest, we don't know," said Prince Jarod. "Then why—" "Because they're afraid of it," replied Prince Jarod, "and we don't know why, or what they found, or how, but they got it from their researchers—those people called Dickonkel. Warning, the Dark Sword can be their aid, but it can also be dangerous." Saryon shook his head. Jarod stared at Saryon for a long time, then said, "There is another reason." "I think so," Saryon said coldly, "otherwise you wouldn't have worked so hard to find me." "Only Duke Xis knew about this, and they all swore to keep it a secret. Otherwise, Mosiah would have told you last night. Do you remember Cardinal Radisovik? The former Cardinal Radisovik? " "Yes, I remember. A good man with reason. Now, then, he's a bishop. Great!" said Saryon. "One day the bishop was working alone in his study when he suddenly felt that someone else was in the room. He looked up and was surprised to see a woman sitting in a chair in front of his desk. Unusual. The bishop's secretary had strict rules that no one should be allowed into the bishop's office without an appointment. "Fearful that the woman might hurt him, the bishop pretended to converse pleasantly with her, while secretly pressing a secret button hidden under the table to warn the guards. "But the button obviously didn't work, because the guards never showed up. But the woman assured the Bishop that he had absolutely nothing to fear. "'I have come to give you information.' said the woman. 'First of all, I suggest that you stop the war against Conifer. You have no chance of defeating those xenomorphs, not at all. They are too powerful, and you don't know them yet. How strong the real power is. They number even more than a trillion. They will not make peace with you. They don't need to. They will destroy you, and they will succeed.' "The bishop was only more astonished. He said that the woman's expression was very calm. She told him this terrible news, so that he felt that everything she said could not be questioned. "'Excuse me, ma'am,' said the bishop, 'but who are you? What do you represent?' "She smiled at him and said, 'Someone who is very close to you, and who is personally interested in you.' Then she told the Bishop, 'You have a chance of surviving with the Earthlings and Simharun. Dark The Black Sword destroyed a world, and now it may save it.' "'But the Dark Sword no longer exists,' Bishop Radisovik objected. 'It itself is ruined.' "'It has been reforged again. Bring it to the maker of Simharon, and seek salvation!' "Just then, the bishop's phone rang. When he went to answer the phone and turned back, the woman had disappeared. The bishop didn't hear her leave, just as he didn't hear her coming in. Later the bishop asked his secretary and the building Security, they said no one came in or out of the bishop's office. The button under the desk was also confirmed to be working, no one knows why the alarm didn't go off. "And it's also true," Garrod continued, "that the woman was not captured by cameras anywhere in the building, not even in the bishop's office. Even more strange is the woman's reference to the new Dark The sword was forged, and then we knew nothing of Smither's reaction when he went to Joram and Joram." "So what does the Bishop think of this?" Saryon asked. Garald hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "Judging from what the woman said, the person who manipulated this matter behind the scenes is very close to the bishop, and is personally interested in the bishop. So the bishop believes that it is Ai who came to see him. An emissary of Min. An angel, if you will." I noticed that General Polis was moving in his chair, looking very disturbed. "Should be an emissary," the general said. "CIA, Interpol, His Majesty's secret servant, FBI...but not God." "What fun!" said Saryon.I could see that he was thinking hard about it. "Whoever gave us this information, our own researchers are now desperate to get their hands on the sword," General Polis said. "We're going to see if there's really a way to stop Conifer with this sword." "But this will not solve the problem. The woman said," Saryon reminded him, "that the sword must be delivered to Simharon's maker." General Polis looked at Saryon like a grown man pampering a child full of strange thoughts. "Who was Simharon's maker? Merlin? If you find him, Father, I will give him the Dark Sword." Saryon's gaze hardened.Polis' words were sacrilegious to him. "At least," Prince Garrod said in a soothing tone, "we must never let technologists get the Dark Sword." Saryon looked extremely troubled. He seemed to be reconsidering the decision he had made.It seemed that the other two wanted to put further pressure on my master, but at this moment a huge black luxury car drove up. General Polis put his hands to his ears. "I see it," he said into the micro walkie-talkie, looking at us gravely. "Here comes Smither."