Overturned Tower

She can heal their bodies, but they can't heal their hearts... Depraved hearts, arrogant hearts, selfish hearts, twisted hearts.

——Perhaps what really needs to be healed is the world itself.

Such a thought came to Paradise Bird's mind.

"dad……"

The Bird of Paradise whimpered in a low voice, its voice trembling, and its vision was obscured by tears: "I've tried my best, but I still can't do anything...

"I'm so tired……"

"Hua Yu, you have done a good job."

An extremely familiar voice sounded from the Paradise Bird.

Then, an inexplicable warmth spread throughout the body.

He had lost blood so much that he was almost in shock, but his body was gradually filled with strength.

The severe pain in the whole body gradually dissipated, and the whole person was as comfortable and sleepy as if soaking in a hot spring.

Paradise Bird looked up dimly, and vaguely saw the figure of his father.

She got up from the ground and wiped her eyes.

—It was indeed the father.

But it wasn't the old form that Paradise Bird had seen in her memory, but the younger form she had only seen in photos.

He looks like a middle-aged man in his 40s, with two deep nasolabial folds on his face and deep eye sockets, but no wrinkles on his forehead or around his eyes.

That's still how he looked when he just left the church... the halo of illusion on his head exuded a bright glow.

From the perspective of Paradise Bird looking up, his whole body radiates light.That was far brighter than Paradise Bird himself, even before his death.

With just a few breaths, the pain in his whole body was healed.

"...Dad, are you here to pick me up?"

Paradise Bird sat on the ground, looked up at the radiant middle-aged man, and murmured softly.

The middle-aged man with a benevolent face just smiled and shook his head, his brows and eyes were full of relief.

"You can't die yet... Paradise Bird."

The man made a reassuring, calm voice that seemed to have some kind of divinity: "I swear."

As soon as the words fell, the man reached out and touched his cheek.

As countless illusory light feathers flew away, the pale faceless mask was removed from his face.

And the middle-aged man turned back into Russell who was seriously injured and dripping with blood.

He staggered a bit, but his whole body immediately floated up.

A relatively dim white glow emerged from Russell's body, and the wound on his waist healed at a speed visible to the naked eye... Although it was slightly dim, it was still brighter than the Paradise Bird.

"It's all right now, all enemies have been defeated."

While healing himself, Russell chuckled and said, "Don't call me dad anymore...it's pretty shameful."

"……Eh?"

Paradise Bird was a little dazed for a moment: "Thank you for saving me, but..."

She saw it very clearly...it was indeed the power of the Holy Order.

But Qun Qing should be a member of the Special Executive Department, and what he has mastered should be psionic power.

Can psionics simulate other types of abilities?

"……and many more."

At this time, Paradise Bird suddenly remembered something.

Although she did have a relationship with Qun Qing once, but at that time she did not introduce herself.

How did Mr. Qunqing know... my code name?

And it's not just his code name, he even called out his real name just now, and even changed into the appearance of his father...

"I'm sorry, too, for becoming like your father and stealing his power. But as I said... and as your father said, 'Because I can do it'. So I won't give up.

"So, I want to save you. Even if I expose my identity..."

When Russell said this, he smiled lightly and had gentle eyes: "It's just like you saved those two people that day.

"Just like you don't hesitate to put on a halo at the place where mages gather to save Xisang...

"I had a lot of worries. My spiritual power, the power I possess, my identity, which ones can be revealed, which ones cannot be easily revealed, and which ones are cards that cannot be used... I have to consider the consequences before doing anything. But you...and your father, taught me to do it if others need it, if 'I can do it' - that's what power is for.

"As for the bug you installed for me... I just threw it in the conference room."

When Russell said this, the injuries on his body had already been treated.

He stabilized his feet again, stretched out his hand and pulled the Paradise Bird up from the ground: "Remember to destroy the terminal on your body in a moment, otherwise you may be tracked back."

"……Hey?"

Paradise Bird's eyes widened.

The excessive amount of information made her dizzy for a moment.

Mr. Qunqing... is Mr. Barber... is that young lady... is the godfather...

... is the father?

So, so Qunqing is the father...

"It turns out that Mr. Barber is not a mage—"

In the end, Paradise Bird sorted out such information immediately.

For a moment, she felt delighted, stunned... and then lost.

Although it is confirmed that the Mr. Barber she admires is not her old enemy...but she is no longer a mechanical angel, and she no longer has the mission to eliminate mages.

"...everything has changed."

"No, nothing has changed."

Russell was also a little helpless: "I also thought you were an angel at the time, and the plan was based on this... After all, I have seen with my own eyes that you are wearing the halo of an angel, and your body is shining with the brilliance of the power of the holy order."

"...Yes, sorry."

Hearing that he had caused trouble to Mr. Barber, Paradise Bird bowed his head in a panic and apologized.

But she refused to admit defeat and murmured, "But I also saw you use spells with my own eyes, and I thought Mr. Barber was a mage..."

"I am not a real mage, and you are not a real angel... But from another perspective, I am indeed a mage, and you are indeed an angel."

Russell shrugged: "It can only be said that we are too preconceived. We are all wrong, and we are all right.

"We are indeed fighting side by side. We have the same ideals and the same aspirations. That being the case - does identity matter?"

"You're right!"

There seemed to be a light in the eyes of the Paradise Bird.

But just as she was about to say something, Russell interrupted:

"You should go, the sound of the explosion is too attractive, the inferior or the discordant should come soon," Russell's mouth slightly raised, "We have a chance to see you again."

"……Yes."

Although he still had a lot to say, Paradise Bird obediently obeyed the order of the "Godfather".

But just as she turned her head and was about to leave, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

She turned around and said very seriously: "I will never betray you no matter what, and I will never reveal this secret.

"So... if you need me, please take me with you.

"I'll try to be something worthy of your use, sir."

"'Utilize' is too heavy a word... In short, if there is anything, I will come to you."

Russell smiled: "Because we are already friends... Paradise Bird."

"...If you can, please call me Hua Yu in private."

Paradise Bird turned around with a soft voice.

"Then you can call me Russell, too."

Russell responded softly, "This is my real name."

"Ok!"

For the first time, the 14-year-old girl showed her innocence at her age.

Chapter 60 紫墨水

Soon after Paradise Bird left, Russell also left to find the underdog.

And as two black and white curtains were drawn from the void, Torvatus appeared beside Quanshu.

He watched everything.

"It's really interesting..."

The discordant sighed in a low voice:

"People in Uptown think of Downtown as scum, and people in Downtown think of Uptown as pigs...

"Mages only see the halo, and they regard it as an angel and an enemy; angels only see spells, and they regard the other party as a mage and a lunatic. Everyone only sees the truth of the scales and half armor, and they are self-serving. determined the identity of the other party.

"...kinda reminds me of an elf joke from the Age of the Earth."

That was when people were still living on the earth, and there were no psykers, demons and angels in this world.

As the rulers, the number of dragons and elves is too rare.Middle and low-level managers can still only choose from ephemeral species...

In that era when there was no internet or telephone, in order to convey real "instructions" to the grassroots, the elves would issue various legal documents with a special purple ink.Or distribute the purple ink to the middle managers so that they can have a certain degree of restraint on the lower managers.

It was a special dye called "Spirit Purple", and only elves had mastered the special craft of making it.That special purple, once you see it, you will never forget it... and imitating this purple ink, or using purple ink to write any documents without permission is a capital offense.

That was in a time when capital punishment had not been abolished by the dragon.

But later, with the intrigue of the short-lived species, countless political conspiracies revolved around these purple inks and the documents signed by the purple ink... Later, people no longer trust and recognize all things that are not signed by "purple ink". Written words, even if written or spoken by the elves themselves.

This is also the introduction of the First World War.

The joke is passed among all elves.

As an example, it clearly explains the difference in thinking logic between elves and humans.

When those short-lived species think about anything and perform any work, they will unconsciously skip a few steps.This is the so-called "autonomous mind".

The meaningless knowledge they learned in school, the knowledge that emphasizes "logic", "method", and "process" without "meaning"... is really just a process of training.The purpose is to cultivate the algorithm against this "autonomous mind" for young children.

In the end, the purple ink itself became the "trigger" of the autonomous mind.

People have forgotten why they valued these purple inks in the first place.

Just as some people have forgotten the starting point of past conflicts and no longer care about the reasons for disputes, but still hate each other.

It is these external "shells" and these easy-to-understand labels that make it impossible for these ephemeral species to understand each other.

The angel's halo is a kind of "purple ink", and the wizard's spell is also "purple ink"...

Those who use the power of the Holy Order are good people.Those who use psionic powers become demons.

Those who hold chips are wage slaves.Those who don't have chips are thugs and criminals.

—the elves don't do that much at all.People naturally divide each other, attacking each other based on "labels" rather than essence.

That being the case, how could the elves feel nervous?

"It is also because of this that the thoughts of the godfather have unique value. As a short-lived species, he has exhausted the thinking possibilities of the short-lived species, and at the same time can touch some of the essence of elves..."

Torvatus couldn't help admiring: "He might be able to become an 'elf'...or even higher than an elf.

"What do you think, Maze?"

At this moment, at the feet of Tovatus, there was lying a "labyrinth" tightly wrapped by a white curtain, like a corpse in a morgue.