The magician in the city

Chapter 471 Ruins 16

第460九章废墟16

I will serve Qionglin wholeheartedly, because Qionglin is my destination, just like it is also your destination.

Roach squeezed the pine needles until the plant's needles beaded his fingers with blood.He never imagined that one day he would be able to tell such hypocritical lies.He will continue to talk in the future, until these words come out of his mouth, even his face is full of loyalty and righteousness.But he was clear in his heart, clearer than ever before, even if he had to fight the hallucinations now, there was no confusion or hesitation in his heart.

Liu Ziyu walked around in the underground vault, checked all the vents, checked all the cracks in the walls, and even tried to measure the thickness of the walls.

With his hands in his pockets, Roach walked slowly to a giant machine in the middle of the room and looked at it for a while. The machine was more than four meters high and was almost connected to the ceiling.Near the machine, a very rough rectangular container with a capacity of about two cubic meters was placed every few meters. "Liu Ziyu, don't you think this is not like a bank's underground vault? It's too rough."

"It's like a factory workshop." Liu Ziyu said, she was floating on it, checking the pipelines exposed on the ceiling. "Isn't this what a factory floor looks like? I don't see much."

Roach didn't speak, he looked up along the mechanical arm of the machine, and at this moment his heart beat violently.Right in the middle of the pitch-black machine, an alien with a black carapace clings tightly to it.He took a step back reflexively, so nervous that he couldn't even make a sound.He didn't notice this kind of thing in the house, so he locked himself in the house?They put this kind of thing in a sandbox?

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had entered another mind system, and a desire to kill spread from his back and penetrated into his limbs. He became more powerful, and his fingertips were as slender as blades.He lowered his head, looking at his arm covered with black iron armor, the thought of killing became excited.His body is so light and suitable for jumping, he shouldn't stay in the light, he shouldn't stay on the ground, he should go back to the tree, go back to the high place, wait for the prey to approach and deliver a fatal blow...

"Roach?" a cat meowed.

"Roach!" a girl yelled impatiently, mingled with a shriller meow.

He froze for a moment, who was calling, and who was calling?

"Roach." A man's voice followed him from the memory deep in his heart.

He froze, who was calling him.

Many phantoms suddenly appeared superimposed.

In the ancient town of Jiangnan, a young man said, "Roach, take your cat away!"

In a simple and shabby room, a man walked in and said to him, "Roach, get off the ground."

In the comfortable hotel, there was heavy rain outside the window, and the man sat behind the table and flipped through the menu leisurely, "Roach, what do you want to eat?"

In the dark night, the man's face was as white as paper, and he was extremely weak, but he pulled his arm hard, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Roach! Roach, listen to me."

He looked at those eyes, and the familiar feeling pierced into the depths of his consciousness, as if he had fallen into a space teleportation, and he was engulfed into another dimension.

He remembered who that man was, and he believed what he said. He said he was Roach, so he was Roach.As if a coordinate was set, the memory and consciousness belonging to Roach were fully recovered, and his life quickly unfolded from the root node, recovered, and returned to its place.Roach stood there in a daze, as if he had escaped from a terrible nightmare.

His vision suddenly became clear. There were no aliens on the rusty machine at all, and countless cold light sources made by magic were floating on the roof.He shuddered and grabbed his arm suddenly. There was no insect carapace, only the soft skin and flesh of a mammal.He is not an alien insect, why would he think he is an alien creature?He has downloaded a large number of Queen's memories. Although he did not retain the Queen's consciousness, and there is no backlash in static memories, he himself is getting lost.He hasn't really read "Zhuang Sheng's Butterfly Effect" in the mind master's textbook, but he suspects that he already knows what that theory is, and he also knows that theoretical knowledge is not very useful in reality.

With lingering fear in his heart, Luo Qi turned his head in a daze and saw Liu Ziyu floating towards him above his head, flying not very lightly, much like a human being in a state of weightlessness, flying towards him with a reverse force.

"Calling the soul?" Roach asked her hoarsely.

"Why do you say it so ugly?" Liu Ziyu asked.

"No." Roach whispered, "It's not ugly."

Liu Ziyu flew over, probably hovering just because of the resistance of the air.She looked at Roach curiously and a little confused in mid-air, "You're like this?"

"Me? I'm fine." Roach paused nervously, hiding some panic.

Liu Ziyu pointed at him.

"What's wrong with me?" Roach asked warily.

"It's your cat! Find a silly dog! Your cat has been barking. I just called you to ask what's wrong with the cat, but you haven't responded."

Luo Qi was stunned for a moment, and only then realized that the cat had crawled up to his shoulders, and its claws were hooked on his hair, as if it was going to kick his nose and face in the next second.He quickly reached out to comfort the black cat, as a telepathic creature connected to him at a shallow level, it must have felt the confusion of his consciousness just now.

"Are you like this?" Liu Ziyu asked again.

Roach hugged the cat into his arms, "I... was thinking about something just now."

Liu Ziyu looked at him twice, then let him go. "Hmph, forget about it, I don't mind asking."

Luo Qi heaved a sigh of relief, and stroked the cat comfortingly. Fortunately, Liu Ziyu has such a personality.He took a few steps forward, approached a rectangular cargo basket, suddenly leaned in and grabbed two handfuls from the bottom of the basket.

Liu Ziyu's curiosity was attracted again, he quickly landed on the ground, and followed to see. "What did you find?"

Roach straightened up, looking at the torn paper in his hand. "I know where this is."

"Where the money is printed?"

"The place where the money is shredded." Luo Qi said, handing out the thin note in his hand to Liu Ziyu.

"Small money?"

"After a period of time, humans will recycle old money."

"Damn, it's disgusting, how many people have touched this handful of waste paper." Liu Ziyu said, throwing the shredded paper back into the basket. "They used green money? Not red? Dollars?"

"No." Luo Qi carefully looked at each piece of paper in his hand, and suddenly, he pulled out one of the pieces of paper and put it in front of Liu Ziyu's eyes, "What do you think this is? Look here, the symbol on it."

Liu Ziyu began to be confused, and suddenly froze, "This is... this is the ancient language of the mage. No, not exactly, but it is very close, like a variant of the ancient language. The ancient mage's language has an evolution process, and the more it changes, the more it becomes. Simple, it's like an intermediate stage that I haven't seen."

"What does it mean?" Roach asked earnestly and eagerly.

"It has appeared in many spells, and it represents the number one." Liu Ziyu said. "A dollar? Probably a dollar."

"When did the mage print money?" Luo Qi sighed, not understanding why Liu Ziyu was so dishonest in these matters, she seemed to be only interested in magic experiments.

"That's right." Liu Ziyu finally understood, "We have been using credit points since ancient times, and the Supreme Committee has always been responsible for calculating credit points."

Roach bit his lower lip, "So..." "So why use banknotes? For fun?"

"You think this is a playground? When have you ever seen a mage have such a sense of humor?" Roach whispered.

"So..." Liu Ziyu was unwilling to speculate, "So we also used banknotes?"

"There is also a possibility that a human has used this number." Roach said, "Have you heard of it?"

"Impossible." Liu Ziyu said immediately. "The ancient mage's language means spells. We completely cut off magic knowledge from humans."

"But the use of paper money and the use of machines to shred money, this is something that happened in modern times." Roach gasped slightly, "We have used paper money in modern times, but we don't know anything about it?"

"We... don't need to use the machine to shred banknotes, do we?" Liu Ziyu said in confusion. "The shredding of banknotes is a matter of minute-by-minute magic. Let alone smashing banknotes, it is a matter of minutes for Du Zhengyi to come and smash this workshop. How can it be troublesome to rebuild a machine?"

This sentence reminded Luo Qi, he turned his head to look at Liu Ziyu, "It is impossible for mages to use banknotes."

"Huh?" Liu Ziyu asked.

"Because the threshold for copying banknotes, that is, making counterfeit banknotes is too low, most mages can do it." Roach said, "I think this is why we use credit points in exchange for rare materials, and the Supreme Committee is responsible for calculating s reason."

"That's right." After all, Liu Ziyu was not as familiar with human life as Luo Qi, and she hadn't thought about paper money at all. "Then what the hell is this? Did some perverted mage make these as a joke?"

Roach put the fragments of banknotes into his pocket, "Ziyu, I heard that the black market in the sandbox will be cleared every day and restart the next day. What does that mean?"

"Oh, that means that the sandbox world has an underlying magic, which is a copy magic. Every time a fixed clock cycle is completed, the objects in the sandbox world will be reborn, returning to the state at the beginning of the previous cycle. "

"What? Can you make up for the sold goods? Cornucopia?"

"How is that possible!" Liu Ziyu almost screamed, "The black market sells all precious things, and the magic energy required to copy that kind of thing is probably more than making another one. The sandbox copy has no magic power Yes, very rustic stuff."

"Like the dolls in the car and the scraps of paper in the cargo basket? Even if someone touches them, they will be reproduced year after year?"

"If it's a car made of ordinary steel, it can actually be copied. This kind of copy can also be rewritten. For example, if you want to recreate something new, or slow down the degree of copying..."

"I see," said Roach, who pondered for a moment. "So what kind of landform and scene this place presents must be a deliberate choice, right?"

Liu Ziyu nodded, "But as I said, most of the sandboxes are inherited, and a sandbox with such a large scale will generally not be modified much."

"You mean to say that the ancestor mage built this sandbox, a sandbox that looks like the ruins of a modern human city, and carefully designed the machines and workshops that smash banknotes?"

"Uh..." Liu Ziyu was stuck, trapped between logical paradoxes and paradoxes, "It must be that Qionglin modified this sandbox for some purpose, and changed it to this... and designed it in a crazy way. the banknotes..."

"That's really sick," Roach whispered.

"Yes." Liu Ziyu said in a daze, he could not agree with his own words.

(End of this chapter)