Endless Debt

Teda Yazedet.

Du Wa remembered that man. Because of his status as the former Minister of the Ascension Furnace Core, his appearance caused a lot of turbulence when he joined the Truth Monks. No one expected that the Truth Monks would be able to recruit such a person. Later, Dua met Teda for the first time at a regular seminar held by the Monks of Truth.

"At that time, TEDA had a chat with me about the idea of ​​artificial life. I thought he would not succeed... After all, many people have tried it."

Du Wa looked at Aimu absentmindedly, measuring her body inch by inch, as if he could glimpse Aimu's essence through the appearance.

The ether rose, and the shimmer filled Duva's eyes. At the same time, the cold metal was cast into a ferocious scythe, and the sharp blade was placed on Duva's neck. As long as Boluogo applied a little force, he would Can decapitate Dua.

Boluogo's scythe failed to cut down, and Jeffrey stopped him. Dua did not launch an attack. To be precise, his secret power did not have the means to attack.

Circles of illusory lenses appeared on Dua's eyes. Under his gaze, Aimu's complex body structure was rapidly dismantling. Dua tried to understand Aimu's existence and stared at it.

A sense of soreness and swelling emerged from around the eye sockets. Then in the illusory composition, Dewar saw the dark power. Sparks burst out from the lens made of ether. Tears filled his eyes, and then overflowed. Blood.

Dua closed his eyes in pain, strong pain came from his eyes, as if someone had just stabbed his eyes blind with a sharp knife.

Blood dripped on the floor, and the pervasive blood energy added a bit of eerieness and mystery to the atmosphere. Dua wiped away the blood and reluctantly opened his bloodshot eyes.

"TEDA borrowed the devil's power?"

"Sure enough, humans still can't cross this limit," Dua smiled helplessly, but he was not disappointed and whispered, "But this is also a kind of progress."

"Stop, what we want to talk about this time is not Amu."

Boluogo lowered the scythe, and the cold metal pressed against Dua's skin, bringing chills that penetrated his skin. The heavy scythe pressed on Dua's shoulders, forcing him to bend down.

"Sorry, I was a little too excited," Dua bowed, deeply apologizing to Aimu, and then sighed softly, "There are not many such treasures in the world."

Lebius brought the topic back to the original content, "What speculation did TEDA put forward?"

Boluogo and Aimu looked at each other. They both remembered TEDA's legacy and vaguely guessed what Dua was going to say next.

"Aether Tide."

As soon as he talked about research, Dewar seemed to be a different person, full of enthusiasm.

"TEDA was studying these when sublimating the furnace core. You should know this, right? As the times change, the ether concentration of the entire world is constantly increasing...an ether tide is gradually covering the world every hundred years. .”

The expressions of several people were relatively calm. Needless to say, Lebius and Jeffrey, these two highly qualified field staff, had seen too many strong winds and waves. Boluogo and Aimu also knew about these in advance. , As for Palmer... he may not understand what the ether tide is, but this does not prevent him from showing that he understands.

"Looks like I don't have to explain it again."

Dua looked at everyone with satisfaction. These field staff who only know violence do not understand everything.

"The Monks of Truth took over Teda's research. At first, our progress was very smooth. Just by comparing the complexity of the alchemical matrix in previous years and the intensity of the secret source perception, we can roughly judge the changes in the ether concentration.

But there is a problem. This method can only determine the concentration changes in modern times, and cannot detect earlier eras. "

Lebius said, "Do you think the original thing can solve this problem?"

"Probably, after all, we haven't seen that thing, but judging from King Solomon's annotations, it must be able to help us in some way."

Duva became anxious. He turned around and looked for the drawing board, trying to explain his ideas to Lebius and others.

"Think about it, everyone in the Bureau of Order, the ether comes from the secret source, and the secret source is the source of the extraordinary world, and is the only source of energy for all condensers and all alchemy matrices to operate.

What about ether tides? Can its rise be regarded as a manifestation of some kind of change in the secret source? "

Duva's tone became mysterious again, his eyes fixed on Lebius, and he repeated those words.

"Revealing the true nature of the world."

Raising his hand, Duva gently stroked the scythe, and his glowing eyes analyzed the composition of the snake's scale liquid at a glance.

Duva asked, "Can it be returned to its original state?"

Boluogo hesitated for a moment, then released the secret energy. The snake scales dispersed into mercury all over the ground, and the silver-white water overflowed under Dua's feet.

Dua knelt down and gave examples to several people.

"Look, this calm water surface can be regarded as our world." As he said, he slapped the mercury with his hand, causing ripples. "The source of vibration is the secret source, and the fluctuations caused are the ether tides. With the vibration, As it intensifies, the ether tide also becomes more violent.”

"Then……"

Dua stared at the rough water, and the face reflected in the water was twisted and broken under the waves.

"This is our world."

Dua stopped the demonstration and stood up straight. "This is the guess of the Truth Monks. All these must be related, and the original thing is the key to connecting them."

Borogo questioned, "Do you believe so much in the original thing just because of King Solomon?"

King Solomon seems to have a different meaning to this group of scholars.

"King Solomon was the greatest alchemist in history, and he was infinitely close to the existence of the secret source. With his talent, I believe that he had already discovered the phenomenon of ether tides. It is even said that it was precisely because of his discovery of the phenomenon of ether tides that A collection of original things.”

Dua's eyes dimmed as he said, "It's a pity that all of King Solomon's creations were destroyed by that light."

"You know so much..."

Boluogo sighed again. For many people, "a light" was just a guess about the fall of the Holy City, but Duva's tone had a certain meaning. He understood that the Holy City was destroyed and burned by light.

Duva laughed, looked at Boluogo meaningfully, and then moved his eyes to Lebius.

"I have always felt that the Truth Monks should have united with the Order Bureau a long time ago."

Lebius sarcastically said, "You are so uncontrollable, you are just a bunch of lunatics."

"Are you going anywhere? You have taken possession of King Solomon's inheritance in your own righteousness, but you can't find a way to open this treasure house."

Dua's voice was full of anger, "We are the legitimate heirs of King Solomon!"

Lebius smiled disdainfully, "Are you serious?"

Dua's expression froze, and his strong tone weakened a bit.

"Feel sorry."

Dua suddenly said, he sat back in his chair and covered his hot face with his hands, "When we talk about this, my emotions easily get out of control."

"It's understandable. You guys are like this. Being dominated by an inexplicable fanaticism and letting you enter the core of the sublimation furnace will only mess up everything."

Lebius has dealt with these people too many times, and they are all self-righteous and arrogant.

Boluogo said at this time, "What do you mean by heir?"

Duva asked Lebius with his eyes, and Lebius said indifferently, "It doesn't matter. Being frank will help our next actions."

“King Solomon established the holy city and attracted all scholars to go there, but not all scholars were qualified to enter behind the high walls.”

Dua looked a little ashamed when mentioning this.

"Those scholars who failed to obtain the qualifications camped outside the Holy City. As the number gradually increased, towns of scholars were established."

Aimu whispered, "It sounds like an academic monopoly."

"No, that's not the case. King Solomon allowed those scholars to enter the holy city to study regularly, but they could not stay there for a long time," Dua said enthusiastically. "It was he who noticed the scholars... No, our disadvantages, we are too He is so fanatical that it is difficult to maintain his noble reason, so we are not qualified to stay."

Lebius continued what Dua said, "In the fall of the Holy City, everything related to King Solomon was dissolved in brimstone and fire, but the scholars on the periphery survived. After the war, they searched for Solomon on the ruins. The king’s legacy, claiming to be the heir of King Solomon, and this was the predecessor of the Monks of Truth.”

"In the hearts of these fanatics, the status of King Solomon and the secret source is equivalent, almost like an alternative religion." Jeffrey said, "This is why it is difficult for us to accept them."

Borogo said, "Equal status? Have you deified King Solomon?"

"No, this is not deification, but a fact," Dua retorted, "King Solomon did not die. At the end of the destruction, King Solomon did it. He merged with the secret source. He is the agent of the secret source!"

Jeffrey laughed, "This is also the most popular conspiracy theory within the Order of Truth, and it is also the belief of this group of lunatics."

"I'm starting to understand why my father said, don't have anything to do with the Truth Monk except when necessary," Aimu nodded in agreement, "These guys are so crazy."

Everyone looked at Dua's fanaticism as if they were a madman. The morbid thirst for knowledge that the monks of truth would have has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Except for Bologna.