Overturned Tower

"Do you think the devil sounds a bit like the named elf?"

Bad Day easily read Russell's thoughts.

He smiled, but his voice became quieter: "We feel the same way."

"So……"

"——But that's just what I think. Conjectures without any evidence are just conjectures. So no matter what you think, don't say it. He may make you preconceptions."

Having said this, Bad Ri sighed: "The more I investigate history and the more familiar I am with the past, the more I can detect almost astonishing coincidences today...

"Almost all extraordinary abilities have intersections. Mages can transform the power of demons and angels, and Russell, your spiritual energy can also carry holy orders and spells. The demons that have been hatched and replaced the host consciousness are the same as those elven directors. Carrying a destiny that must be completed... all of this is by no means contrary to each other. It is more like the split of something greater. The dragon prevents us from investigating history. I think it should be a similar reason.

"That's why we have always said that there must be secrets hidden in history that change everything - this is exactly the meaning of the existence of our Tower of Babel."

"...B-Tower of Babel!"

The Paradise Bird huddled behind Russell exclaimed.

She was from Lower City and had joined a gang. When I was very young, I heard about this notorious memory stealing group.

In other words, it is precisely because it is wanted by the highest level in the entire Sky Island, and is disgusted and vigilant by companies and even dragons... It has such a high level of hostility that it has become an idol worshiped and imitated by many people in the Lower City. Object. Some even view the Tower of Babel as the spiritual leader of the rebellion against the Corporation.

Paradise Bird realized something. She raised her head and looked at Russell in the "detective" form, and then looked at the inferior with some hesitation.

“Can I join the Tower of Babel?”

Without waiting for Bad Day and Russell to ask, she took the initiative and said, "You are also from the Tower of Babel, right?"

"Yes. My code name in Babel was Barber."

The middle-aged man with short white hair and a compassionate face nodded: "But...how did you think of joining the Tower of Babel?

"I thought you would be resistant to an organization like the Tower of Babel..."

Russell has already thought about how to persuade the Paradise Birds to come in.

But he didn't expect that Paradise Bird would offer to join even before he opened his mouth.

"It's not that I have any feelings for the church... My father told me back then that the church was not pure. I just... on the one hand, I wanted to follow in my father's footsteps and visit the places where he once stayed. Another On the one hand, it is to be closer to you!

"If you are in the execution department and I am just an uncoded person in the lower city, I can only cause trouble for Mr. Barber. Mr. Strangler is not the type who is good at taking care of people, and I can't help him. Maybe it will be because of me. hamstrung by its existence."

The Paradise Bird said quickly without hesitation: "Now, I have no relatives and no home... You are my savior, the senior I admire, and the person I want to follow.

“That’s why I want to join the church—I want to use the power of the church to become more useful and help you accomplish your ideals.

"Being able to stay in the same organization as you and move forward with the same destiny...this is exactly my wish!"

The Paradise Bird had obviously thought about these words over and over for a long time before, so he could now say them so smoothly, almost blurting out.

Her dual admiration for "the barber" and "the father" is beyond words.

But just saying such bold words made the shy Paradise Bird's cheeks turn red.

Because of this, her bright red jewel-like eyes looked even more vivid. The morning dew is rolling on the ruby ​​like dove's blood.

The middle-aged man who looked to be only in his thirties or forties, with deep eyes, a mature and handsome face, and two deep nasolabial folds on his face, but no wrinkles on his forehead or corners of his eyes, was moved by the words of the Paradise Bird. look.

"Hua Yu..."

He murmured in a low voice, subconsciously pronouncing the real name of the Paradise Bird.

He reached out and touched the head of Paradise Bird. The familiar touch and caressing technique made Paradise Bird burst into tears for a moment.

And Russell also understood the determination of Paradise Bird.

From the core of the "detective"'s personality, a complex emotion emerges, mixed with worry, relief, sadness, loss, and joy.

"Good boy."

He replied calmly but firmly: "No need to worry. No matter where you are, I will protect you."

"I don't want to be protected by Mr. Barber——"

The Paradise Bird replied without hesitation: "I want to be the one who protects you."

"It's okay, no problem."

Russell didn't argue with his children about this sort of thing.

He has also been at this age, so he understands very well the strong self-confidence that Paradise Bird builds after suddenly gaining great power.

It's good to have confidence - it lit up her eyes.

Russell touched the head of Paradise Bird and turned back to look at Bad Sun: "I'll leave this child's affairs to you."

Bad Ri crossed his arms and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your descendants are naturally my descendants..."

"Speaking of which, I don't have any direct biological relationship with you."

Russell complained: "Your teacher is that man, not my mother. In terms of seniority, my mother should actually be regarded as your master's wife to you, right?"

"Not now, but maybe later."

Bad Day said meaningfully.

"……Um?"

Russell was stunned for a moment.

But Bad Ri didn't explain. He just looked back and looked at Tian, ​​who seemed to have turned into a vegetative state, completely lifeless and motionless, and asked, "What are you going to do? Are you going to let it bleed to death like this?"

"That way, it makes it a sweetheart."

Russell shook his head and stretched out his hand to sprinkle the light of Holy Orders on the broken body that was sent by heaven: "Although we at the Tower of Babel are not messengers of justice... But at least for me personally, I can't accept it. A demon that maliciously harms its host and can use the lives of thousands of people as fuel at will. If you kill it, you will give it freedom - killing it is just a gift from heaven, not a disaster from heaven. "

When he said this, his eyes became a little complicated: "In the end, this is also the responsibility of our Tower of Babel.

"The one who released this demon was Miss Huachu. She thought she could control the demon she induced to awaken, but she didn't realize that the disaster was caused by a 'demon awakener'. In this case, it is our duty to deal with it. We We can never be more irresponsible than the company - since we want to fight against the company, we cannot fall into the abyss together."

Russell said seriously.

"I don't think it's Hua Chu's fault," Bad Ri shrugged. "This is the first time someone has tried to escape from prison... It should have been his previous generation of host that contaminated it. She probably knew Hua Chu from before. A certain generation of gods sent disasters, so they didn’t think it was very dangerous. But I didn’t expect that this guy had completely changed.”

"Miss Huachu has been wandering on the edge of danger and loss of control. Sooner or later something will happen. As the saying goes, those who are good at swimming will drown. This is the result."

Russell stubbornly shook his head and frowned: "She promised me that she would not conduct such dangerous experiments in the future. But her promise was too light, and I didn't believe it. This matter must be dealt with …”

"Okay, okay, I will keep an eye on Huazhuo for you, so don't keep preaching."

Bad Ri raised his hand helplessly and made a surrender gesture: "You are really troublesome in this form... How about you change back first?"

"This is not preaching, but a matter of great justice. It is something that should be done and a principle that should be followed."

Russell replied seriously and raised his hand.

Under his treatment, at least his life was saved now. His upper body healed directly, but he couldn't live long like this.

The deep nasolabial wrinkles on his face made him look majestic and steady: "I have probably thought of a way to deal with this devil, but I have to hide him for a while first."

"It would be dangerous to just lock him here."

Bad Day reminded: "At least his chip must be removed, otherwise it will be easy to locate here."

"Is there also Happy Island between this road?"

"Is it here? At present, it is indeed somewhere in the lower city of Xingfu Island... I will take you to see it next time."

As Bad Ri said, he turned over "Tiansong" with his eyes closed, and reached out to tap the back of the head lightly.

The chip sent from heaven was easily shattered by him.

Then, Bad Ri turned around and asked, "What are you going to do with it? Send it to the Dream World and let Zhong Xiang forge it into a wedge of the soul?"

"That is too difficult. It is now trapped in this half of the body, but if it enters the dream world, it will be a complete consciousness. For it, it will be the home field."

Russell shook his head: "And it is an independent consciousness after all. Even if it is brought to the dream world, it will first enter the primitive wasteland... I have no means at hand to arrest the devil. The Wedge of Pain can only extract the source of the Holy Order." . Even if I know the way, I still don’t have the confidence to tie it from the original wasteland to the end of the country. It would be terrible if it escapes in the middle."

"So what are you going to do? Contain it with your container?"

"No, I plan to go find Director Amirus."

The middle-aged man with short white hair said solemnly: "As the technical manager of Thoth's psychic energy, he must have a way.

"——The 'Mammon' back then was never reborn."