Chapter 760 Wanting to Run (2/2)
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Joshua was referring to an incident that occurred half a year ago, when the Archives was first being transported. A runic party led by Barnil had attempted to bypass the clearance setting of Data Storage Hall 18 by forcefully deciphering the storage device, only to trigger its self-destruction programming. More than twenty of those cylindrical devices were purged of any data, turning into actual black stone pillars that had no function other than to smash someone's face.
Having learned from that experience, Barnil and the others began to alter the entire Archives from its very runic source code. However, that process was estimated to take three hundred years for complete decryption—one should indeed use their time better by training to be a god.
Meanwhile, Zero-Three, who was still held in Joshua's arms said nothing. It was until the warrior called her name directly that she promptly looked up.
”Uh… ah. It's thanks to you that I could obtain His Majesty Gale's Legacy…” Even she stammered, Zero-Three studied Joshua's face carefully for a while, before asking curiously, ”That's weird, Joshua—you clearly said that it's good news… but why do you look unhappy?”
She then flew out of his embrace and floated in front of the warrior, looking directly at his face. ”You're not disguising it seriously… you've made an outburst and was angry before! But weren't you at Winter Fort Academy just now? It's definitely not Ying and Ling, so…”
His expression definitely gloomy, Joshua extended a hand and gestured for Zero-Three to stop guessing. ”Yes, that's right,” he sighed, shaking his head. ”I've argued with Nostradamus and the others over at Winter Fort, and dropped them at a moment's notice when I got your call, although it's just a little late.”
Zero-Three had actually forgotten to 'flap' her wings when she heard Joshua's frank admission. ”Argue? Why?” she asked, blinking and not quite understanding the news. ”Aren't you great friends? Kindred spirits, even…”
”It's precisely because we're kindred spirits and great friends that genuine anger burst out when there are differences.”
Joshua created two chairs out of thin air and gestured for Zero-Three to sit with him. His expression calmed a little as he sat, but it was some time before he continued, ”It's actually nothing too important… Zero-Three, did you see our fight with the main body of the Black Fog?”
”I've seen it.”
Zero-Three's chair was one size smaller than Joshua's and a perfect fit for her form. Her processing core whirled for a few cycles as she thought about the warrior's words, but still could not link that with why they argued, and so could only ask, ”You've worked together to seal it… it was an incredible battle, but why would that cause conflict amongst you?”
In return, Joshua kept silent for a long time on his chair, but finally exhaled a somber breath.
”Because they want to run,” he said helplessly.
”To be exact, most of Mycroft's Legends intend to run.”