Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 208 My people, my people! (4k)

"perhaps."

Yuan Qingzhuo shook his head: "I don't know. The era you live in is too far away from me, and I happen to have no interest in understanding things that are too far away."

"If you had seen Rush, she would have known."

【Rush?】

Ran Dekiel showed obvious doubts, and Yuan Qingzhuo, sensing this emotion, calmly shook his head and said, "Nothing, it's just that among all of us, she knows more about your history - it's okay if you don't know her."

【it is good. 】

With a brief question and answer, Yuan Qingzhuo's simple test was revealed.

After saying that, Yuan Qingzhuo shifted his attention to Randkiel who was at the center of the ritual.

He didn't speak first.

He was waiting for Randkiel to speak.

——Wait for the other party to take the initiative to tell him what he wants help with.

Logically speaking, both Yuan Qingzhuo and Randkiel have patience and endurance that are unmatched by ordinary people.

So if the other person asks for help when you first meet, it can only mean one thing.

——The situation has become so urgent that we cannot afford to lose any time.

After a moment, Yuan Qingzhuo could see a translucent illusory crown flying shakily from a distance, and then stopped in front of him.

[This was originally the crown that His Majesty wore... and it was also the largest output port connected to the ritual.]

With just these words, Ran Dekiel's meaning could not be clearer.

Yuan Qingzhuo certainly couldn't help but hear the other party's hidden meaning, so he looked at the crown for a while, smiled and asked: "Then what reason do I have to help you?"

"——In fact, I am just like those people you can feel outside, just a passer-by in this world."

Yuan Qingzhuo said calmly: "As long as I want, I can leave here immediately. I may even leave suddenly at a critical moment, causing the plan you have been planning for who knows how long to fail, and let Shuixingtian fall."

"To you, there is no essential difference between me and the people outside."

【perhaps. 】

But De Kiel could not deny it.

"Then what kind of mentality do you have when you say this to me and want me to wear this crown, Randkiel?"

Yuan Qingzhuo pretended to be cautious and observed the crown floating in front of him, not daring to touch it directly with his hands.

In fact, the martial arts consciousness has already thoroughly understood the inside and outside of this crown - but even so, Yuan Qingzhuo still cannot understand what exactly this thing is made of.

The seventh tier crown...

Like legends and truths, it is a level that Yuan Qingzhuo cannot currently understand, nor can he comprehend its principles.

As for the core casting, one can understand the principle behind it. Even if Yuan Qingzhuo wants to, he can instantly cast some common "core" to enter the fourth level.

But it’s different for Legend and above.

"Did you see a life-saving straw suddenly appearing before your eyes, and you thought you must grab it before it's too late?" Yuan Qingzhuo lowered his eyes, but it was as if he was looking into the eyes of a silent angel: "Or do you think that this guy in front of you is easy to fool, and you can make him wear the crown and endure the irreversible erosion of the abyss with just a few words?"

He spoke with a half-smile.

Abyss erosion.

This is something that any sane person would stay away from. After all, those monsters that were eroded by the abyss are so numerous that you've probably heard of eight hundred of them.

But not everyone is like him, who inexplicably got a "golden medal of immunity from death" from a certain Lieyang when he was promoted.

So Yuan Qingzhuo was very curious as to why Ran Dekiel made such a request to him when they met for the first time.

【That is not the case.】

He simply rejected Yuan Qingzhuo's two guesses with four words, and then Ran Dekiel was silent for a long time before responding:

[If I have to say something, it's probably because I think you can trust me, sir.]

No buddy, this is getting funny?

Yuan Qingzhuo could never have imagined that the opponent would play the trust card - this was much more difficult to deal with than the weather deck and the meal deck.

If you can trust each other the first time you meet, then you can make hundreds or thousands of friends just by walking around the street.

What a low-end version of a drinking buddy.

[It is useless to say more. I think you still cannot understand my idea now. 】

Ran Dekiel moved the crown closer to Yuan Qingzhuo.

[You can touch this crown, which contains the memories I left behind. Of course, if you are worried, you can choose not to view it and leave, or take it out and watch it away from my sight.]

Staring at the crystal clear crown in front of him, Yuan Qingzhuo raised his eyes and chuckled: "No need, just watch it here."

After saying that, Yuan Qingzhuo immediately stretched out his five fingers, tightly clasped the warm crown, and then took the initiative to probe part of his soul into it.

In an instant, a huge amount of memories came flooding back like a tide.
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Temporary waiting room.

At this time, the number of people in the temporary waiting room increased a lot, and Rush and Caroline, who chose to leave on their own initiative, were naturally among them.

At this moment, the two were sitting in a corner of the soft sofa, watching the third perspective of Yuan Qingzhuo floating in front of them through magic.

The Dragon Girl with a cold expression spoke first: "Hey, Rush, do you think he will choose to be the output port of that spell?"

Under normal circumstances, Caroline would not question it, and she would also help.

But after hearing the explanation from the real Randkil, even she was a little undecided.

The abyss is eroding.

Caroline has seen many, many people die from this.

Rush said nothing.

Because she had been beaten by Caroline many times for speaking.

There's no need to go into details about the big swing punch to the face, the liver-destroying uppercut, the Mamba elbow and so on... What's even more outrageous is that the opponent grabbed her horns and gave her a devilish windmill.

Luckily Rush didn't shake the brains out.

After that, she lay there rolling around in her bubble for a long time.

However, Rush did not resist either - because she knew the consequences of her actions if she was discovered by Caroline and Zhuo Ge.

One of them thought he was on the same side as her - but in fact, he was kept in the dark and used as a swordsman.

The other one was deceived by her from the beginning to the end - but now he has probably realized that something was wrong.

Hearing Caroline's words, Sunday, who was wearing the cult uniform, once again looked at her with interest.

Most people may not know who the two girls in front of them are, and at most they may barely recognize the [Queen] Rush.

But she is different.

With sufficient intelligence, Sunday remembered almost all the contestants' faces - and she didn't miss any of the contestants from the cult. As long as the contestant appeared in front of her, Sunday's mind would automatically pop up lines of information about the contestant.

Therefore, he is also called the "God in the Intelligence Field" by his occasional mission partners!
So on Sunday, you must watch every single move of Ann's biological daughter beating up Flandre's goddaughter.

If she hadn't been afraid of being discovered by the two, she would have secretly recorded it using magic.

"Speak, wily devil."

Caroline poked Rush hard in the waist again, "I won't hit you this time."

Rush looked back, his eyes clearly saying "you said that before".

"Ugh."

Forget it, this time it has something to do with Brother Zhuo.

So Rush put aside his prejudices and old grudges and said calmly: "This kind of question has become meaningless since the moment Randkiel asked Brother Zhuo for help."

Caroline was about to use this as an opportunity to punch Rush again, but when she thought of the hook left by the other party, she forced herself to suppress the impulse and then asked "very patiently": "What's the explanation?"

"Because no matter what the result is, Brother Zhuo will definitely do his best to save them within the scope of his ability." Rush stared at the familiar profile of the 8K picture quality or above: "And to Brother Zhuo, doing his best is the same as 'it doesn't matter even if he dies.'"

Glancing at Caroline who was standing there in a daze, wondering what she was thinking of, Rush couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and reveal a slight smile of victory:

"Brother Zhuo, this is the kind of person he is."

It seems that this dragon girl’s understanding of Brother Zhuo is far inferior to mine.

As expected, I am the only one who can understand Brother Zhuo the best.
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Yuan Qingzhuo only felt his perspective change, and suddenly he was back in the palace on the ground.

The royal palace… ?
Yuan Qingzhuo wanted to turn his head, but found that this body didn't seem to obey him.

In the moment when he had not yet reacted, only the king wearing the crown and the baby still in the cradle told him what was happening before his eyes.

"You are the child who will eventually become the king."

He saw the king with a firm face and gentle expression speaking to the ignorant baby.

—I became Randkiel?

The moment this thought came to mind, Yuan Qingzhuo forcibly conjured up another picture.

——That’s his own perspective.

In this way, he could read Randkiel's memories while ensuring that no problems would arise in front of him.

This is also the reason why Yuan Qingzhuo dared to stay here and directly choose to watch the memories.

Yuan Qingzhuo still understood the simple truth that one should do things within one's ability.

If he can only be completely immersed in it, then choosing to stay in someone else's house and watch it directly is pure and innocent.

The next moment, the picture began to speed up.

Yuan Qingzhuo could barely see clearly that those were the days that Randkiel spent with the baby.

It's just some relatively unimportant time.

As time passed, the crying baby soon became a well-behaved boy.

——Your Highness’ talents in all aspects are enviable.

That's what everyone says.

But Yuan Qingzhuo could see that no matter it was cold winter or hot summer, he would start preparing to learn knowledge from the first second he opened his eyes in the morning, and then train his body and skills, and until the last second before falling asleep, he would still be thinking about what he had learned that day.

But what he likes most is politics and history, which have little to do with the extraordinary.

"Randkiel, I really don't have a talent for swordsmanship."

One day, he heard the boy say this, and then he saw him throw the sword aside and run to sit in the shadow of the watchtower.

"Your Highness, you don't have to belittle yourself. Look at those talented people of your age..."

When Yuan Qingzhuo heard "himself" he was about to skillfully persuade the boy, but was choked by the other party's words.

"I practice swordplay for six hours a day and train my body for six hours a day, day after day without stopping... Comparing me with those guys who are still having fun and having no worries every day is really underestimating my efforts."

The boy curled his lips in displeasure. "Also, the teaching of court etiquette, social dancing, and luxury goods recognition will stop here. Go talk to those teachers and tell them that I will not take these classes anymore."

"What a waste of time..."

"Your Highness, you can't——"

Yuan Qingzhuo could clearly feel his own helplessness at this moment - the child's rebellious period had arrived.

That's probably what Randkiel thought at the time.

"Why not?" The boy snorted at the guardian angel who had been protecting him all the time. "If I had this much time, I might as well read more spells or history... And, Randkiel, you have to understand something."

The boy puffed out his chest with a proud look on his face. "I am going to be the king. I will just cancel all these insignificant ceremonies and dances when the time comes."

resignedly.

Ran Dekiel was very helpless, but he thought it would be better to follow the child's mood.

——After all, it has been a long time since His Highness spoke to him like this. Every day he either asked for advice or greeted him in the same old way. He almost suspected that His Highness was possessed by an alchemy doll.

The boy looked up, and while quietly waiting for the sun to move to the center of the sky, he suddenly said, "Do you know why I brought you here today?"

I don't know.

Just as Ran Dekiel was about to say these two words, the dull sound of bells in the distance began to echo throughout the entire royal city.

It's noon.

The boy looked at the still confused angel and smiled.

So he stood on the stone chair and turned Randkiel's chin: "Come, look over there."

That is……

"On the fifteenth day of every month at noon, there will be public executions."

The boy listed them one by one: "The number of people executed this time is 32. Compared with the past, the number has decreased by 20% month-on-month and increased by % year-on-year. But at the same time, there are fewer people who have committed serious crimes..."

After hearing the boy report this series of data in detail, Randkiel was still very confused.

"Your Highness, what do you think those civilians do?"

The boy heaved a sigh of relief, expecting something. "Civilians, huh?"

Under Randkiel's gaze, the boy showed a helpless expression that was totally inconsistent with his age:
"Randkiel, you have lived too long and stood too high, so sometimes you need to look down."

The boy said seriously: "From now on, I will start to correct your concept."

"They are not called civilians, and they are never existences that can be ignored. They are not an abstract concept, but every person living in this world, who is unique to you and me."

The boy said word by word:

"Same here, my people... my people!"

(End of this chapter)