There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

This means that the other person is not worth remembering.

Like a wisp of dust, no one cares.

"I shouldn't be the one telling you this, kid. It would make our meeting meaningless."

Shaking his head in despair, Locke said, "The damage to your memory couldn't be the result of the experiment back then. Who was it... Melander? Rhodes Island? Or... Rhine Life!"

The sinister and vicious gaze was cast at Muirses, making the elf unconsciously defensive.

"Don't stare at me, Mr. Williams. I'm just a small director of the Ecology Department."

"Besides, even if the old goat were here, his precarious moral bottom line wouldn't be lower than yours, right?"

Muirseth refuted sharply, unwilling to take the blame.

She is just a weak and pitiful elf. Every month, the department funds are almost eaten up. How can she have the time to do these disgusting human experiments?

Besides, this has nothing to do with Rhine’s life, okay?

"This has nothing to do with morality..."

After figuring out the connection, or perhaps because of his trust in Christen, Locke gave up his doubts about Rhine's life, and he turned his attention to the organization that raised Rosemary.

"So... it's Rhodes Island?"

"That's not something Rhode Island would do."

Before Locke could make a move, Hemer immediately stepped forward.

"Yeah...it's impossible that you guys did this..."

Shaking his head absentmindedly, Locke accepted the reality.

"That's my work. It's so precise that no one can take away a specific part of it while its vital functions continue to function normally."

"I understand...it's still because of me. I just didn't have enough time to observe. That's right...we really didn't have much time...the pressure of consciousness is beyond the imagination of normal people."

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Locke realized the trouble.

The original experiment was actually not completed. Rosemary's final outburst completely overwhelmed everything and cast a question mark on her future.

Then he was sent to prison and Rosemary was taken over by Kal'tsit.

In other words, no one can tell what Rosemary's current situation is. She may have chosen to forget over a long period of time and sealed up this memory.

It is also possible that she really has some sequelae, which has led to the current situation.

But what Locke believed more was that Rosemary's memory was stored somewhere.

for example...

Her siblings.

Looking at the glass floating behind Rosemary, Locke's eyes showed an obsessive look.

This is his greatest work, and now she is just a semi-finished product.

"Forget it... There's not enough time to finish it..."

But soon, Locke woke up from his fantasy and smiled bitterly.

His body was no longer strong enough to support him in completing this greatest work. Time... time...

How ridiculous it is that the things that I cared least about in the past have now become my biggest obstacle.

"Never mind... let's fulfill our promise."

Shaking his head, Locke looked at Saria lying on the bed.

"She suffered a severe brain injury. If I'm not mistaken, there's intracranial bleeding, right?"

Locke pinched the leg of his glasses with his right hand and walked forward.

"I hope you have the tools ready for surgery. I don't want to waste time on these things..."

.........

"Strange... why are you in District 13 again? Does Saria have a safe house in a place like this?"

Looking at the location Rosemary sent her on her phone, Talina complained a few words.

She didn't remember that Saria had a house in such a place, otherwise they would not have been staying in the Tin Man's hut before.

"There seem to be more people patrolling than before..."

Looking at the soldiers coming and going on the street, Talina hid her body behind the wall and walked stealthily towards the residential area.

In the now blocked District 13, the panicked residents are the best cover. No one will take the initiative to "provoke" them, as this would only make their work more difficult.

Talina moved forward slowly according to the route given by Rosemary. She would pause at every corner to make sure there was no tail following her before taking the next step.

Blake's pursuit really made her worried.

There is no doubt about the abilities of Roy and Monica. After all, they are the black gloves of the Chamber of Commerce and are quite famous in Casimir.

But this is Colombia, someone else's territory. There are too many variables. To be honest, Tarina is not quite sure what role they can play.

Tsk...

I kind of miss the days when I was calling people in Casimir...

Without the home field advantage, everything becomes hesitant and full of worries. It's so troublesome...

With a few impatient spats, Talina turned and headed towards the last stretch of the journey.

But just as she was about to cross a street, a white arm grabbed her hand, and then water spread over it, wrapping her whole body.

The force of the water was so gentle that it wrapped Talina up like a veil.

Talina did not resist. She just looked at the "water" in front of her quietly, waiting for her next move.

The current carried Talina to the other end of District 13, silently, and no one knew about it except the two of them.

Finally, after a "long" journey, Talina met the person who brought her here.

Muir Seth.

Talina looked at the other person's slightly transparent fingertips. There was no doubt that this was another clone.

"So, what did you bring me here for? To hand me over to Black for the reward?"

With her arms folded across her chest, Talina looked at Muirseth who was silent in front of her and asked in confusion.

But her question was not answered. Compared with other clones, the "Muerseth" in front of her seemed to have lost its soul. It was just a creation with the name of Muerseth.

Volume 9: Chapter 67: Forgetting, Pain

With the help of Locke, a simple operation began in a ridiculous place.

There was no sterile room, no professional assistants, only two experienced "doctors" and a pair of freshly sterilized knives.

Listening to the noise that sounded like a construction site, Muirseth turned his head to the side, "unable to bear" to look at his friend.

The surgeries here were beyond her understanding. In her opinion, this place was more like a construction site than an operating room.

"that..."

Suddenly, the corner of her clothes was pulled.

Muirseth looked down and saw Rosemary sitting beside her. She said with a pleading look in her eyes, "I want to ask you for a favor..."

"What...ghost?"

Looking at Rosemary, which was in stark contrast to what he knew, Muirseth rubbed his eyes in disbelief, fearing that he had seen it wrong.

When they were in Longmen, this kitten had a quarrel with her. Why did it suddenly become so humble now?

"She's coming back soon. I want you to help hold her back for a while until things here are over..."

Rosemary said in a trance, tapping her fingertips nervously.

"Why..."

Muirseth was about to ask a question, but then he saw Locke's figure in front of him.

If Lingta Menglinna knew that Loken was in this cage, I'm afraid this guy wouldn't survive for more than a few minutes, but...

Isn’t this just perfect?

"He hurt you, aren't you angry? That's your right."

Even though he was once a competitor, Muirseth had no intention of getting angry with the "kid".

In her opinion, Rosemary was just like Ifrit. They certainly had the right to be angry at those who hurt them. She had expected to see corpses all over the floor before she came, but she didn't expect Rosemary to not recognize Loken.

"I... didn't want to make her worry. She can't remember it anyway, and there's no record on the terminal, so these shouldn't be important things. It doesn't matter whether she remembers it or not..."

"If she knew, she would definitely be angry. I don't want her to worry... There are more important things to do now, and we shouldn't waste our time on things like this."

At this point, Rosemary looked up at the "operating room" hidden by the curtains and continued, "...Ms. Saria is injured and needs help, so he can't die here."

"And... aren't you here to see him too?"

Rosemary turned to look at Muirseth and said seriously, "If he died, you would definitely be upset, right?"

"Tsk...smart kids are really annoying..."

When his true purpose was revealed, Muirseth clicked his tongue twice in dissatisfaction.

If anyone ever tells her that Rosemary can't remember things and is like a child, she will be the first to stand up and beat that person up.

Isn't this what I remember?

"I agree to this favor."

Closing his eyes and resting, Muirseth agreed to this request which was not really a request.

"Well...thank you, you're a good person."

Rosemary smiled slightly, turned around and went to find Ifrit again, repeated what she had just said to Muirses, and asked him to keep it secret.

As Rosemary's friend, Ifrit naturally had no reason to refuse. Rather, she could understand Rosemary's mentality better.

It may not be quite right to say that I only report good news and not bad news, but... I have never changed my mind about not wanting Talina to worry about this matter.

Even though this may be unfair to her, she is willing to do so.

.........

"It's over... I haven't done it in a while, I'm a little rusty."

Taking off the gloves on his hands, Locke took the handkerchief handed to him by Yara and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

These years of imprisonment have forced him to give up a lot of knowledge, but... fortunately it is still useful.

Saria's operation went smoothly. The bleeding in her brain had been removed. All that was left was to wait for the wound to heal. Considering Saria's physical condition, this was not a problem at all.

"Her bones are very hard and denser than those of ordinary people. This is not due to her innate condition, but more like an acquired filling."

Wiping his hands, Locke looked at Saria with a bandage wrapped around her head and said in disbelief.

He had read more than one report on Vaifan's physical data. They did occupy a high position in terms of innate racial advantages, but Saria was the first one to reach such a gap level.

If time was sufficient, he would really like to ask the director of Rhine Life's defense department to "cooperate" with him in research.

But unfortunately, Homer and Muirseth would not let him do that, and his savior Christen would be even less likely to let him do that.

"In that case... I'll leave first. My long absence must have aroused the suspicions of those at Rhine Life. After all... I'm aiding the enemy..."

Having accomplished half of his purpose of coming here, Locke prepared to leave.

Although it was only half, it was far beyond his expectations.

This wasn't the best stage. Rosemary hadn't fully remembered yet, and his life support system wasn't fully functional. Time...

time...

"Child, if possible, I hope you can remember me, even if it's hatred, remember what I look like, remember my name."

When he reached the door, Lorcan suddenly stopped and looked back at Rosemary.

"I'll be waiting for you back there, waiting for you to remember my name..."

boom!

"Go away! So much nonsense!"

Ifrit, who was standing at the door, could no longer suppress her anger. She kicked Locke, kicked her out, and then closed the door.