Chapter 1028： Tacit understanding (1/2)

After this, there was a short silence. Gawain watched the delicate patterns on the cup in front of him, Rosetta was caught in a short period of thinking, and Bertila seemed a little wandering away—she looked at the sky in the distance. Those changing symbols and geometric structures narrowed his eyes slightly, as if calculating something.

"In fact, I once thought about what you would talk to me when we had an opportunity to talk face-to-face like today, and both sides were more open and honest," Rosetta suddenly broke the silence, and he looked at Gao. Wen, the sunken eye sockets seemed to be a pool of deep water, "Frankly speaking, I never thought that the'outsider wanderer' would talk to me... ideals and the future."

"If we dare not talk about our ideals and the future in the world of mental images, then this world really has no future," Gawain smiled and raised his teacup to gesture to Rosetta, "Actually I am not an ideal. An activist, I believe in realistic experience and natural principles, and believe in practical benefits and the laws of things that can be measured rationally, but because of this, when I talk about ideals, I am absolutely serious."

Rosetta glanced at the tea cup in front of him. The liquid in the cup was reflected in the clear blue sky. All of this looked as flawless as the real world. He casually said: "Then Cecil will unconditionally withdraw troops for the great common ideal. Huh?"

"No," Gao Wen said lightly, "and I will ask for a good price."

"Ah, I feel more relieved," Rosetta's always gloomy face showed a relaxed expression, and he held up the tea cup, "Then we can continue all this at the negotiating table."

Gao Wen replied with a smile, and the two finally reached a tacit agreement on the balance point recognized by both sides, and then Rosetta breathed out slightly. He seemed to relax a little more, and also showed a clear view of this incredible space. Interested, he looked around and said with curiosity: "It's an incredible place...but I really care. When we talk here, what should I do outside?"

"I accelerated this space locally. As of now, the real world outside has just passed half a minute," Gao Wen said, "Don't worry, everything is under control-such a conversation opportunity is difficult to appear, I am better than you I don't want to mess up."

"How did you pull me... to this place?" Rosetta asked seriously, "Is it related to the flying machine with the brain that I saw last?"

"It's not that a brain grows on the machine, but the brain is riding the machine," Bertila, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly broke the silence, "We did establish a connection with you through it."

"That thing is... very surprising," Rosetta tried to choose a more neutral vocabulary. "To be honest, when I first saw what was in there, I almost subconsciously attacked it. It really doesn't look like it. It's a normal weapon, but more like a product of some dark magic..."

"I agree with this point, and I am trying my best to improve it," Gawain said helplessly, and at the same time looked at Bertila casually, "but I suggest that you don't care too much about the image of that thing, because it's from some In a sense... it's actually part of this Ms. Bertila."

This time, when Rosetta looked at Bertila again, the expression in her eyes was not just complicated to describe.

But obviously, Bertila herself was not interested in continuing on this topic. She ignored Rosetta, but suddenly showed her concentration as if she was listening, and then looked at Gawain: "It seems that the outside matter is resolved. It's almost there-Naritil has sent a safety signal."

While talking, she stood up, her figure gradually fading in the air: "Then I will deal with temporary nodes-before the network is interrupted, you can talk for a few minutes."

Rosetta looked at the ancestor of Augustus 700 years ago, and finally couldn't help but said: "Are you in Cecil now? Will you return to Typhon?"

"...I'm sorry, I can't go away," Bertila's tone paused, then shook his head, "Forget the name Bertila Augustus, everything is a thing of the past."

"I understand," Rosetta said slowly, "Anyway, thank you for your asylum just now."

"Don't care..." Bertila's voice slowly faded away as the figure faded. She gradually separated from this space, and finally only a word came from the air, "... It's just that if it's a real God is fine, but there is only a fragment from God...not worthy to die with Augustus’s heir..."

Bertila left, and only Gawain and Rosetta were left in this vast space. In a weird but tacit silence, they sat down again, each quietly serving With tea, letting the last few minutes of conversation pass in this silence, Gao Wenqu gently tapped on the table with his fingers: "There is one minute left."

"I haven't had a cup of tea calmly in decades. This kind of quietness is really... nostalgic, even to the point where it is difficult for me to adapt," Rosetta put down the cup in her hand and said with a hint of emotion. , "Thank you for your hospitality-although only in the'dream'."

"You're welcome," Gawain nodded, and then looked at each other with a hint of curiosity, "I suddenly want to ask you a question-when the God of War breaks free from the shackles in the final stage, you seem to be about to reverse the magical power of the entire Winter Fortress. Sex to die with the opponent, is that really your last card? Are you really ready to end it all with your own death?"

"Seriously, that is indeed my last card — no doubt, what I said is true. I am ready to die with the God of War. No matter how people later describe it, my death today will be true. End it all," Rosetta said calmly, but then he shook his head, and the conversation suddenly changed. "But from today, I shouldn't make similar choices anymore."

"Why?" Gawain asked curiously.

"Because of the things you showed me," Rosetta said slowly, "For Typhon, you are terrible-no matter how great your ideals, you are first of all a terrible opponent, so As long as you live, I dare not die."

"...This is really praise," Gao Wen was taken aback, and shook his head with a helpless smile, "Then I may live for many, many years, and there is a high probability that you will not survive me."

Rosetta stood up blankly, only a few seconds later he suddenly smiled: "I will do my best."

A faint dizziness suddenly struck, and the surrounding scenery began to shake and fade. Rosetta felt that the connection between himself and this wonderful space was rapidly weakening. At the same time, he gradually heard the sound from the real world. He realized Bell The "time limit" mentioned by Tira before leaving the world is approaching. Before leaving the world completely, he raised his head again to look at Gao Wen in front of him, and asked very solemnly: "The land you just showed me... Outside of the sea, how big is the world?"

The scene in front of me quickly fell apart, the endless sky and the vast mirror-like water surface disappeared in a chaotic light and shadow, the five senses from the real world suddenly recovered, the wind whistling in my ears and the cold air blowing on my face strongly reminded this The dreamlike "contact" has ended, and in the last trace of the psychic illusion left in this scene, he vaguely heard Gawain's answer: "Very broad..."

"Really, that sounds really good..."

Feeling down to the ground came, Rosetta suddenly opened her eyes, and at the same time heard a voice coming from nearby: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, how are you? Your Majesty?"