Another Life: Elf Archer

After all, Agate is the dean of the Temple Academy. Even though he is here as a guest, he has to deal with a lot of things and people he has to meet.

After Agate left, Jekyll occupied one end of the bench and looked at the stained window on the top floor of the Archbishop's mansion.

Upon seeing this, Walton also sat down, looked around, stood up and walked around. After sitting for a while, he finally made up his mind and walked out of the Rose Garden. Looking at the direction, he should go straight to the Archbishop's Mansion.

Jekyll quickly followed, slightly puzzled:

"You seem to be older than my old man. You should know why you are so uncontrollable. You can't get in, let alone see anyone."

Walton thought for a moment before realizing who the old man Jekyll was talking about, and touched his very young face in the game world:

"I'm older than him, which means I'm closer to death than he is."

How could a being like Jekyll understand his anxiety in the face of imminent death and his excitement in the face of the rekindled flame of his ideals?

Perhaps this was God's will, giving him a hope of resurrection when he was about to retreat to the limit of his life.

"That's not necessarily the case," Jekyll did not hear the implication of Walton's words. He slowly shook his head and replied seriously, "The old man has been in poor health in recent years. He basically collapsed on the bed. Even he was very energetic. Difference."

“I’m not in good health and my spirit is bad.”

Walton was slightly surprised. He didn't know this, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was the truth. The famous psychologist had indeed been silent for many years.

"So he only squeezes in occasionally to take a look, and because the environmental feedback in this data world is too real and the amount of information is too large, the load on his nervous system is too heavy, so he always goes through me or Hyde alone. Accept the information filtered by both of us.

Walton stopped and looked at Jekyll suspiciously:

"Could it be that he also wants to try his best to find a turning point at the last moment?"

"Give it a try and turn things around"

Jekyll was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized: "Hyde said, you mean that my old man plans to find a way to extend his life like Cy."

"At least it will require a rebuilt healthy nervous system, or the brain should be removed and connected to a mechanical android, or simply resurrected in the data world in the form of a conscious body." Walton said confidently.

Before Jekyll finished listening, he raised his hand and pressed his temples. After a while, he reluctantly whispered:

"Okay, okay, I understand. Don't make any noise. I must know about this kind of thing."

Walton glanced at him and understood that this was Jekyll talking to Hyde.

"Dr. Walton," Jekyll calmed down the angry Hyde and looked at Walton seriously, "I don't know what I just said that caused you to have this misunderstanding. I hope you understand. My old man’s ambition is not here, and he is on a different path from you. Please don’t speculate on his thoughts. This is an insult to him.”

"Isn't he about to die?"

With Walton's qualifications and status in the industry, as well as the sense of superiority cultivated over decades of being selected to settle in country H, he was not used to and didn't like being lectured by a man-made thing, so his face suddenly turned cold.

"Yes, we are born as human beings and have a destiny of life and death. This is the principle of nature."

Jekyll had a good temper and didn't care about Walton's attitude, but Hyde was swearing again, which made him have a headache and frowned unconsciously.

Walton stared at his face and misunderstood his expression:

"Indeed, for you, this is a natural law that you don't have to care about."

Jekyll patted his head and sighed:

"Dr. Walton, it is my old man's wish to live or die, just like when he refused Country H's solicitation and preferred to stay in his homeland where the research resources and freedom are not as good as those of Country H."

"Don't look down on Hyde and I because we are false personalities created by him. We understand what life and death are, and we understand even more what personal choice is."

"Also, you humans often say that as long as the dead can be remembered, they are not truly gone. The old man's achievements in this life are enough to leave a mark in history. Since Hyde and I have theoretically unlimited lives, we can tell about him. His memory will be preserved forever. In other words, as his flesh and blood, we are also the continuation of his life."

Walton snorted coldly: "You can still leave descendants. If you two are completely destroyed, everything will be destroyed in the torrent of time."

Jekyll was puzzled: "Isn't this normal? Human history has lasted for thousands of years. There are countless people who have died without leaving any descendants and have not been remembered by history. Why are Hyde and I different?"

Walton hummed softly, his expression even more grim: "You mean, why am I different?"

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Jekyll didn't understand Walton's logic at first. After understanding it, he was speechless for a while. He picked up the magic stick-like stick in his hand and knocked on his head:

"You are such a troublesome person."

Before he finished speaking, Jekyll's facial expression changed again and again, finally settling on an aging look with a sleepy face:

"You certainly deserve to be different."

Walton looked at him steadily and instantly understood the identity of the visitor.

The "twins" who had changed the core smiled lightly and said:

"This qualification comes from you, and also from the countless people before you and after you who have devoted their lives to the future of mankind, not to mention that opportunities have arisen and new possibilities are right in front of us."

"That's why you are willing to help me and let me meet Nian Nian." Walton replied somewhat uncomfortably.

Although he still had the same face, he suddenly felt embarrassed about being seen through by others, especially the person's character. That kind of straightforward detachment seemed to be weighing heavily on his heart.

"It's not me, it's Jekyll and Hyde who are willing to give you a chance. I won't interfere with their decision. Although," the "twins" sighed deeply, "I intuitively feel that something is wrong with this matter."

"Anyway, they are all good kids, they just don't know how to talk. You don't have to argue with them."

Walton opened his mouth and nodded slightly. Thinking back to the conversation just now, he felt inexplicably like bullying a junior, and became even more speechless.

"You can talk about the rest."

Jekyll secretly looked at Walton, who had been standing silently for ten minutes, and raised his hand to poke the sharp thorns on the rose branch.

The old man is simply annoying, and he doesn't have anything serious to do. He insists on talking too much, but in the end he makes people lose face.

"How do you plan to let me meet Nian Nian alone?"

After all, Walton has lived for decades and has seen a lot. He just lives and works in a simple environment all year round. He has been studying the same thing for decades. His mind is inevitably somewhat simple and pure, but Once your thoughts are clear, you can act decisively.

He was able to quickly and accurately recognize his role after entering the game. He did not rush around to find people in a haystack, but steadily accumulated the strength needed to find people along the player's path. Then he knew that he was not real. Can't hold my breath.

"I guess it won't work in the days before the birthday banquet. We have been strictly protected every year. If we always hang around the Archbishop's residence, we will be noticed, which will not be conducive to our work."

What Jekyll said made sense. Walton immediately turned around and walked towards the direction of the Pope's Hall.

"She will definitely show up on the birthday party," Walton said.

"It's not appropriate before the birthday banquet. The Pope attaches great importance to this purification ceremony. To ensure that nothing goes wrong, Cy will only be looked at more strictly."

"After the birthday party, everything will settle down and everyone will be more relaxed. If nothing else happens, Nian Nian will also have a certain amount of freedom." Walton analyzed briefly.

The Pope wanted to set an example for the pagans, and also to show goodwill to the elves. After the purification ceremony, he might be able to receive some honorary titles every year, and at least he would be able to move freely in good health.

"Well, she and I are family after all. Even if I tell her the whole truth, Cy will not refuse to see you." Jekyll was full of confidence.

"Maybe she will suspect that you are up to something in the middle."

Walton dislikes Jekyll's self-confidence because it is based on an extremely close relationship of trust.

"No, no," Jekyll smiled and patted his chest, "That's our cy, she's the best."

When she woke up every year, she had returned to the room with the beautiful stained windows in the Archbishop's mansion.

She turned her neck and saw that there was no one in the spacious room. Through the colored glass, the sunlight seemed to be less warm and fell on her body, causing a chill.

My whole body was cool and comfortable, but the skin on my right wrist was so hot that it felt like it was going to burn through the bones.

His eyes moved and fell on the hot skin, and he was instantly attracted by the flashing bow and arrow-shaped mark.

"Moon Spirit Bow"

Without hesitation, Nian Nian immediately recited these three words and sketched the appearance of the bow in his mind. At the same time, the Yueling Bow, which had disappeared after being forcibly removed by Adam, slowly took shape from the void, and stabilized after a moment. The earth fell into the right hand.

With a change of mind, the process of building the bow body in his mind was slowly rewinding, and the Moon Spirit Bow in his hand gradually melted into the air.

It probably took less than 10 minutes from the initial appearance to complete disappearance.

The young man exhaled softly.

This process is basically the same as what she did when condensing magic arrows. Then she only needs to practice repeatedly to speed up and improve efficiency.

As for how she acquired this skill, and who tampered with her?

"Luna" Nian Nian's lips curled up, "Mission goal"