On how to get big data out of the field correctly

The content of the contract, even if it completely violates the wishes of the deceased, cannot be violated.And because it communicates the boundary between life and death, there is no way to deceive it.Either destroy or obey, there is no second way to preserve reason. "His solemn expression was mixed with disgust and apprehension.

Ahsono recalled that he always used complete bones to make familiars, which may have something to do with it.

"Now it is basically certain that you suspect that the hypocrites are related to the undead spell. Their so-called miracles are probably realized in this way. What I saw before should be the place where the consumables they used were disposed of. And the undead spell The place where it is most frequently used is most likely their most critical stronghold."

Facing the changing situation, the two have completely entered the working state, and everything seems to be back on track.

The students were recalled urgently. Valentin and his apprentices analyzed the data overnight, and found that there was a verifiable abnormal distribution of population deaths, and the center was on a mountain in the Taruti Mountains.

"The net can be collected." The paladin announced.

The gang known as the Hypocrites is a cult organization that has sprung up in the southwestern part of the empire in the past five years.Its nature is vicious and well-organized, and the church has long planned to eradicate this gang.However, in the previous several operations, the Holy Church was shocked to find that the penetration and concealment of this organization were so strong that it was difficult to estimate. Every operation seemed to be foreseen by the opponent's plan, and what was eradicated was just a small gathering point that didn't hurt. As soon as the executor left, it immediately recovered and prospered.

Asono has also made it a top priority as he runs the sanctuary behind the scenes.The extermination operation code-named "The Dead" is his strategic deployment based on the concept of "capture the thief first and capture the king".He had suspected early on that the hypocrites used forbidden necromancy techniques to perform many miracles in order to expand their followers so secretly and quickly.

Without rooting out such a gang, Valentine cannot be proclaimed, cannot be allowed to walk in the sun.

As early as more than half a year ago, he made an agreement with Mr. Berman to let the latter take the battle mage of the Mage Association to the swamp area in the south of the empire, and conduct surprise training on undead spells under the guidance of Valentine.

Taking advantage of the well-known annual large-scale field drill by Kruno, he took a team of well-born young masters and ladies to the Southwest Basin in a high-profile way to fight grass and scare the snakes, and secretly called Valentine back to investigate behind, so as to find out where he really resides.

During the network collection operation, he will lead the secret sentry that has been deployed in the local area, the garrison secretly deployed in the northern part of the temple, and the mage team who detoured back in advance. major blow.

Valentine, on the other hand, will lead the students to guide the battle in the area not far from the foot of the mountain instead of him.After this battle is over, his identity will basically be undisguised, and the aristocratic parents who are worried about their children's future will just become a big help.

The plan was proceeding as expected, and Ahsono faintly felt that everything seemed to be going too smoothly.

However, the most likely place to go wrong has passed, and the network collection operation against the outlying organization of the Hypocrites has ended, and he is leading the team to surround the target mountain.And with Valentine's force, it's impossible for the students to be harmed—it's just a complete gilding act.

So much so that Tess alerted him, and he was completely surprised when they were all trapped in the cave on the mountainside.

"Sir, sir, the situation is too complicated. Mr. Valentine, he, it has become an undead creature. You are required to come here by yourself, or you will bear the consequences—"

He has no choice.

☆、Chapter16 Enemies, old friends

Asono walked into the natural cave with a hidden entrance alone.

The students gathered not far from the entrance of the cave. Tess and the students from the Warrior Academy protected the mage apprentice in the middle. Everyone was in a panic, but fortunately no one was injured.

In the middle of the cave, there are two people standing on the spacious flat ground, no, a man in black robe and an undead with silver-gray hair.

The undead once named Valentine stood motionless, while the man in black robe held a piece of gray dry bone in his hand. He laughed wildly and asked:

"Asono, my good nephew, do you still recognize me?"

Is it him? !

The age that the undead can go back...the geological upheaval more than thirty years ago...the sudden coup d'etat...the emperor who left the crown...the hypocrites who rose up suddenly and had deep roots...

It is so, it is so.

Asono bowed his head and pondered for a long time, and when he looked up again, the solemn and solemn face belonging to the paladin disappeared, replaced by withdrawn, lazy, gloomy, and arrogant—that was 17-year-old Asono, a ten-year-old before his family broke up and died. Asoro, known as the Light of Sauron, began his hard training at the age of [-].

"Uncle." He's perfectly cast as an isolated, pompous teenager dealing with an obviously insane adversary.

The old king laughed loudly and asked loudly: "Then you also guessed why I asked you to come here?"

"Probably know something."

"Oh? Then tell me?"

Asono fell silent.He turned in the direction of the students and ordered: "Tess, organize everyone to evacuate."

He said to the old king with a feigned anger expression: "We Ming people don't say anything else, these people, anyway, what you are going to do, you can't kill them, can you?"

"Your blood is thin, and your only son died when he was young. I am the closest blood left by you, am I not?" Asono motioned the students to leave, and said to himself, "The blood that can control the holy sword is the heir , and with such a powerful force at hand, why worry about failure? These children can’t help, and their families are prominent, why bother to move them.”

"Haha good!" The old king clapped his hands in satisfaction. "I have already said that you are much better than your idiot brother. It is because your parents have no eyes."

He pointed at the motionless undead with the dry bone in his hand and asked, "Then guess what's going on here?"

"Such a significant experiment, such an irresistible force, can't be trusted if you don't use your own flesh and blood to do it?" Asono was silent for a while, and said softly, "It's a pity that God blocked it, the earth's crust was deformed, and the water was diverted. Washed away your greatest reliance."

"Hey, didn't you just send it back for me?" The old king asked with a smile, "If it had been there, how could your parents, siblings and sisters have died?"

"It's just that you abandoned the pawn to save the car, saw that there was no one under your knees, and planned to retreat behind the scenes and repeat the experiment." Asono said coldly.

"Bah, those who make big things don't care about small things." The old king cursed and shouted, "I just want to ask you, are you going to cooperate with me or not?"

"Do you choose to live, or choose to die."

Seeing the students leave, Asono resumed his appearance as a paladin.

"It never occurred to me in the first place that there were other options."

The old king's face darkened, and he waved the dry bone in his hand.

The battle started instantly.

"I heard that you are very careful about this puppet? I might as well tell you about its past." The old king deliberately said distracting words, "It was your church who helped me unearth a puppet more than 30 years ago. I killed a lot of people to hide the remains of the ancient lich, and then fused it with the living. Tsk tsk, now it seems that this power is really extraordinary."

Indeed it is.The battle was over within a few minutes, and the paladin's armor was shattered by the spell bombing, and he could only struggle to breathe.

The old king stared at him gloomyly like a falcon, and asked, "I'll ask you one last time, do you want to live or die!"

Asono stared at the silver-haired undead, the puppet made of the bones of his elder brother who was connected by blood: "My decision will not change."

"Kill him!" The old king ordered angrily.

At this moment, the puppet stood still, confronting the knight in the pool of blood.

"Kill him! Kill him!" The old king was furious, and ordered frantically.

The puppet trembled violently, resolutely refusing to carry out his orders.Bone chips were falling from the joints, as if they were about to fall apart in the next second.

However, at this moment Asoro staggered up from the pool of blood, he held the long and sharp bony hand in reverse, and pierced his chest with it without hesitation.

When the heartbeat stopped, the dry bones in the old king's hands dimmed temporarily.At this moment, the girl rushed over from the side of the cave, split it with a dagger, and then the undead who regained control of itself easily killed the humans who forced it to fight.

And so it all settled.

Asoro knew when he saw the old king that he was in an impasse.The old king must order Valentine to fight to the death with him, and only one of the two can survive.

Fortunately, his enemies are stubborn and extreme, so he has a chance to keep his lover.

During the battle, he took advantage of the random summons and told Tess: "I will create an opportunity for you to cut that bone."

He won the bet, at the cost of his life.

☆、Chapter 17 The truth of the world in the final chapter

After everything was over, Tess saw her former mentor, the undead who called herself Valentine coming to her, and silently cast a treatment for herself.

Then it walked slowly to the body of the paladin, and sat down quietly.

"Valentine...sir," Tess intuitively sensed what the other person meant, "I...can try to buy some time...maybe only for a short while..."

She left the space in the cave for the two of them.

The undead stared at the corpse.

He has seen many, many living people, and he has seen many, many more dead than he has seen living.

Where there is life, there is death, and He knows this better than anyone else.

The soul of a person who died of resentment can temporarily attach to some of his own bones in the form of a ghost.But the still warm corpse in front of him did not leave such fragments of spirit behind.It can be said that he died peacefully.This means a familiar that lasts a long time, or a good material for casting spells.

But he didn't want to do that.

It's just a bone, a human bone, unbound from the soul, meaning nothing, being nothing.However, he wanted the human named Asono to open his eyes, eat the candy he handed over, and smile at him as usual.

Why, who is he?

Who is he?

Ah... he is...

This is a world that is dying, lacking in energy, and covered in bruises.

A low-magic plane cannot support the expenses of a god.

The gods in ancient times either perished in cannibalism early or fell into eternal sleep.The limited heroic spirits are parasitic on the legendary weapons, leaving only the basic sanity.It's ridiculous that people on the earth don't know that there are no gods in the world, and they still pray for mercy day after day.

But the default trajectory of the world cannot be violated. It is like the cut branch, which spontaneously breeds the terminal fruit until the fruit is ripe, but the branch is crushed.

The broken world is pregnant with a new God, if He comes to this fragile world, everything can only be destroyed step by step.

Fortunately, it's a pure white god with a lawful good alignment.He doesn't want to see the world fall apart.

"Let me come early. If it means the war of souls and the disintegration of the world, I would rather give up eternal life, no believers, no faith, no clergy, no kingdom of God."

"Even if you will be confined in a narrow body, rejected by the world of the living and the dead at the same time, are you doomed to perish from birth?"

"Even if I will be confined in a narrow body, rejected by the world of the living and the dead at the same time, I am doomed to perish from birth." Pure White Will responded, "I just want to see the world that conceived me, to see Look at you, mother."

The will of the world surrounds him sadly.A mother hugs her doomed child.

One day more than 30 years ago, the earth dragon turned and the mountains and rivers collapsed.

Human beings arrogantly think that they can seize unprecedented power, but they don't know that the existence of violating the balance will be obliterated by the will of the world.

A pair of bones moved along Taluti's water veins to expose the wilderness, white snowflakes fell on it, and the magic tide flooded it with the moonlight.A great will came to the world with this shaped body.

He was born knowing it, but he didn't understand it.

The ghosts of the wilderness surrounded him and taught him to use the words left in this world.

He tirelessly observed birds, fish, trees, grass, mountains, running water, moonlight, snowflakes...

This world is so beautiful.

He observed all kinds of life in the wilderness, but he never had the opportunity to feel the creature called human, the last race born in the world.

They detested him, rejected him, and feared him because of his temporary body.

By chance, he would meet human cubs lost in the wilderness.This is a group of lives that are very different from adults, and they do not resist getting along with Him.

It is that sometimes an attack method that makes a lot of noise and damage is used, and only a thing called caramel can temporarily relieve it.

He guides the cubs back to their original lair and watches them be taken away by their corresponding relatives.He returned to the wilderness again.

During those last hours of his life, he encountered an outcast knight, an adult human being.Because of resentment, his soul was tightly bound to his dilapidated torso.

He should have let this flesh' body fall into a natural cycle, but somehow changed his mind.He wants him to wake up.

However, he subconsciously knew deeply that he could not abuse his absolute power, and if he gave something, he must gain something.

He should treat all life in the world fairly, without favoritism.

"Let him wake up, and he will compensate me with labor."

Words carry power, and life and death are turned upside down.

The human accompanied him through the last days that this torso could support.

Then one day, man met the calling of his original society.

He accepted the parting with equanimity, knowing that it was the will of the world to signal that his time was numbered.

He returned to the wilderness where he was born.Another winter snow covered his body, and he quietly waited for his soul to dissipate, falling into a chaotic eternal sleep.

The scattered will wanders in this world for the last time nostalgicly, and suddenly wants to say goodbye to the last traveling companion.

Yet humanity answered this hazy call.

The witness of the heroic spirit of the pure white camp, he devoutly consecrated everything about himself, defined his territory and rank, and promised to spread his glory.

Without knowing anything about himself, the born clergyman completed the ceremony of the birth of the gods that had been lost for thousands of years with his faith and love, linking this broken world with the dying will.

He just woke up again.

The blood of the prophets left over from ancient times has long been thin, and most of the proverbs have long been lost in history.

For example, this sentence: "If you meet a traveler by chance in the wilderness, but you can't recall the description and name of the other person afterwards - then you may meet a real god."

There are also some few words that somehow aroused the poet's desire to create and spread to the world in the form of art.

"The springs of Taluti reflect the reflection of the moonlight, the eternal wilderness is your footprint, the lost soul calls for mercy... You are neither living nor dead, immortal guardian, Valentine is your name."

It wasn't just that the undead wandering in the wilderness picked up the abandoned knight.

That was also the sacrifice when the newborn god met him.

A fateful encounter.

The being named Valentine made a request to the will of the world: "I want him to wake up."

"Valentine, my child, you must not be partial." The will of the world warned him, "He will pay the price."

"If this is partiality, please take back my authority, mother," Valentine responded. "I have endured this restriction for too long."

The will of the world at last tolerated his wayward plea, a mother's favorite young son: "Unless you can find his soul."

This is not a simple request. The torso in front of him is already an empty shell, and the dead soul may be floating in any corner of the world.

But Valentine just brushed his breastbone lightly: "Where else could it be besides here."

"as you wish."

Ahsono opened his eyes from deep sleep.

The silver-haired undead recovered his form and sat beside him without saying a word.

From those silver eyes, he read love, reluctance, sadness... A flash of ecstasy seized his body and mind.

"You...you..."

Valentine acquiesced to his guess, pressing his cold cheek to the knight's chest.

He heard the muffled laughter in his chest: "Let me teach you."

"To do this..."

The knight lifted the mage's head and leaned over to kiss those cold lips.

The old priest finally couldn't bear it any longer and broke through Tess's interception. However, what he saw was the commander of this battle kissing the ragged spellcaster passionately, repeatedly, and coaxingly.

He picked up the holy sword and almost hacked the couple to death.

☆, the end of the episode

The people of the imperial capital were able to know about the accidents suffered by the teachers and students of Cruno, and it was only when several parents received letters from their children.

The youngsters who had received actual combat training for the first time were overly excited, and they narrated the experience of the past few days without any encouragement.And in view of the leaky nature of the empire's communication system extending in all directions, the tabloids in the imperial capital were simply delighted.

One of the details that got a fair amount of attention was whether the well-known author Valentine was actually a Necromancer.

Just as reports from all sides were disturbing, the Holy Church, the Royal Academy of Magic and Martial Arts in Krunow, and the Mage Association jointly issued a statement on the operation.The statement described in detail the process in which the teachers and students of Crunau made bold assumptions and carefully verified the facts during a field trip, and accidentally discovered the sneaky movements of the hypocrites.Another stroke led the officers and soldiers of the temple to attack quickly after learning about the incident, and with the technical assistance of the Mage Association, they severely cracked down on the actions of the cult criminals.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Valentine is one of the registered high-level spellcasters of the Mage Association. He is a non-staff teaching staff specially hired by Kruno. Because he happened to be proficient in undead spells, he took on the extra responsibility of protecting the students. Thank you list.

At the same time, I attach the feelings of the students participating in the war: "Ah, Mr. Valentine is really cute" "Without him, we really can't complete such a grand project" "Thank you to the school, thank you to the teachers, thank you to your parents, thank you~" "We are the motherland future, the needs of the motherland are our needs.”

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The domestic media sang praises all the way, but there were also a few discordant voices. They questioned the rationality of Crono's selection of necromancers, and suspected that the students had been polluted by evil will.

Such remarks were quickly sniped by parents who love their children crazy and powerful.The snowflakes of complaint letters almost overwhelmed the communication network of the imperial capital, and private crackdowns on those tabloids that spread rumors also occurred from time to time.Until the Holy Church’s Public Opinion Supervision and Printing Control Squad in the imperial capital formally attacked under the expectation of public opinion, issued a stern warning to this slanderous behavior that shakes the country, and symbolically banned several newspapers that took the lead in making a fuss.

As a result, the environment of public opinion became awe-inspiring.

Afterwards, a certain behind-the-scenes man spread the word: "Well, well done, let them go overseas to avoid the limelight."

Ah, the rotten bureaucracy.

Just after this wave of public opinion was taken away, the paladin Saint Arsono, who was recuperating from his injuries, the hero of the operation, the commander-in-chief, accepted a personal interview with the largest entertainment media in the empire, "National Public Information".

He said this:

"Yes, this operation went very smoothly. I thank His Majesty the Emperor, thank the motherland, and thank the Holy Church. It is my honor to win glory for the country."

"Yes, I was seriously injured in this operation, and I was on the verge of death and needed to recuperate for a while. To be honest, the doctor said that I might lose my fertility."

"Fortunately, I have found a partner who I want to spend my life with, and he doesn't mind that."

"The wedding date is being negotiated, I believe it will not be very far away."

The paladin, who was recuperating in bed, took the hand of the spellcaster who was sitting by the bed, and kissed it tenderly.Although the latter was stunned, he responded with a pure smile in response to the situation.

The reporter was so happy that he almost fainted, and the camera card in his hand wiped the card and took [-] consecutive shots.The paradox is that the figure of the caster cannot be seen in the developed photos for some reason.As a last resort, he could only use his soul painter skills, and attached a sketch with the report.

Despite this, the newspaper was quickly sold out, and it was reprinted three times in a row to hastily satisfy the gossip desire of the people in the imperial capital, and added a large dowry from licensing fees for some people.

The middle-aged aunts lamented this epic love: "Ah, love, you let a real hero find his home."

All the ladies in the imperial capital were secretly crying and breaking their hearts.But it didn't take long for an erotic pamphlet writing movement that sprang up from the talented female writer of Clonow, and spread privately throughout the girlfriends' social circle.

Unlike before, even if the caster was caught reading these novels secretly, the paladin was not angry.

He would even take the initiative to ask: "Do you want to try this? Although it is a bit difficult, it is not impossible."

"Is it here, or is it here?" He asked tirelessly and sincerely while exploring the other person's body, "To tell you the truth, I checked out a few new ones today."

"We might as well try both, if you want."

"If you're embarrassed to say it, I'll take it as your acquiescence~"

Nearly 20 years of physical training has created a good physique for the paladin, um, it is very useful.

Voiceover: Oh Paladin, I didn't expect you to be such an upright Paladin