me and my vest

East of Amestris.

Today's weather is rare. The past few days have always been overcast and cloudy in the sky all day long. Even the spring breeze blowing on people is a bit cold.

The current sun is very warm, and even the air seems to be warm. If you don't do anything, just lie down, you will feel very happy.

But no matter how much you want to relax, people still have to work.

Organizations still have to act.

The mentor walked forward with a compass, and Kimberly followed him, keeping a step or two behind him.

"Is this also abnormal?"

"Huh? Did you say it?" The instructor shook the thing in his hand, followed the direction of the pointer and turned a corner on the path, "Although it looks like a compass, it points to the desire in people's hearts."

"So that's it. As long as you think about the target, you can know its location." Kimberly thoughtfully, and lowered his hat to cover part of the sun. "It's really amazing."

"Is the Mr. Hohenheim you were looking for here?"

"It's really remote." The mentor understood what he had said, "but he just happens to be the one who has been constantly touring every corner of Amestris."

The two of them followed the pointer through a forest again, and after a gust of wind swept the leaves, the village at the foot of the mountain appeared in sight.

Creek, cats, citrus trees, clotheslines, shade, wildflowers...

"Ah—it's such a beautiful place." Kimberly looked down at the village at his feet, although he said so, his emotions were flat, and he didn't have any sincere praise.

In his eyes, only the great will of mankind is beautiful.

"Come on, Hohenheim is here."

The needle of the compass stopped turning and pointed forward silently. The instructor snapped the metal cover shut and handed it to Kimberly beside him.

"You are..."

"Take it, how can you be called a member of the organization without one or two abnormalities?"

"Won't it break the rules?"

"You have been in prison for a long time, do you still have the same level of physical acuity?" The instructor smiled inexplicably, but did not mean to be sarcastic, "As a guide, at least I can bestow you with the ability to escape .”

"...This is really considerate, so I will accept it."

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A somewhat dilapidated wooden house.

"Mr. Hohenheim, can you help me with this shelf?"

"Oh, come right away."

The blond middle-aged man sitting under the tree heard this, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands in a panic, and ran towards the house.

"Just hold on to this?"

"Hey, as long as this is secure, the nails can go in."

"It was a great help, Herr Hohenheim."

"No, if not, I should be grateful that you are willing to take me in."

Then came the banging of hammers.

This kind of dialogue sounds very ordinary, no one can think that he has lived for an unknown amount of time - the humanoid sage stone.

At the entrance of the village, the plainly dressed villagers looked curiously at the Mentor and Kimberly who were out of place here.

"Xerxes, you know, that city in the desert." While observing the surrounding situation, the instructor introduced Hohenheim to Kimberly.

"Yeah." Kimberly touched the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, which was the one he had secretly hidden, "It seems that a city was destroyed hundreds of years ago for no reason, and no one knows the reason until now. "

"Since the man-made man gave you the Philosopher's Stone, you should also be aware of the role of the central father." The mentor squatted down and smiled at a child who was secretly watching him from behind the wall.

Kimmbley also stopped, marveling at the genuineness and gentleness of this smile.

My own leader clearly disregards life so much...

"Do you know where the man with golden hair and golden eyes who came recently lives?" The instructor took out a handful of candy and gave it to the child. "We are his friends. He sent us a letter, but he forgot to mention the address."

The child believed it easily, and raised his hand to point out a cabin to the instructor.

"Thank you so much."

The mentor stood up again, waved goodbye to him, and walked towards the goal that had just been determined.

"The father of Central City was originally an alchemy product created by an alchemist in Xerxes with the blood of slaves. He was locked in a flask from birth. When the king of that city was old and fatuous, Bewitched by it, I used the lives of all citizens to refine the Philosopher's Stone."

Kimberly's breathing was a little unsteady, not because he was afraid, but because he was extremely excited, "All the citizens? What a big deal."

"You can also guess the deception of the villain in the bottle. It naturally put itself in the center of the formation. Kings, ministers, and these stupid people were promised immortality, but in the end they all turned into sages. It's just part of the stone."

"Does this have anything to do with Hohenheim?" Kimmbley asked.

The two walked through the alley paved with stone bricks, and gradually walked to the front of the wooden house.

The clear sound of hammer beating sounded rhythmically.

Hohenheim came out of the room wiping his sweat, and when he looked up, he saw the mentor and Kimberly standing there.

"Ah, the slave back then, his later name was Hohenheim."

Facing Hohenheim's shocked and then murderous eyes, the instructor slowly uttered the second half of the sentence, "Hohenheim was also the one who stood in the center of the refining formation holding the flask and got half of the Philosopher's Stone."

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north.

"Your Excellency! The Central Military Department has sent a lieutenant general over." Major Myers walked in through the door, covered with chills, and handed Olivia a piece of paper, "And this transfer order."

"Hmph. Are you so anxious to take over Brix?" Olivia shook the paper in her hand and made a clattering sound, "There are more and more stupid people, and the central position should also be assigned Those with strength have come to sit."

"..." Sherlock blew on the mist of black tea, folded the newspaper in his hand and put it on the table, "As the appointed day comes, the artificial man has also started to act."

"I will take care of this matter." Olivia got up from the chair, "If you want to deprive me of leadership in Brix, first see if you have the strength!"

The corners of Major Milz's mouth curled up, and the eyes covered by sunglasses were almost overflowing with respect.

"No, accept this transfer order." Sherlock suggested in a suggested tone, "Since Brix won't change because of this, why don't you go to the central government with me, and if you make achievements on the agreed date, no matter what position You can pick and choose."

"You can also meet the leader of the organization together."

"...the center and the leader?" Olivia thought carefully for a while before making a decisive decision, "It's a good idea, then let's set off tomorrow, Mr. Holmes."

At random, she turned her head and looked at Milz again, "During this time, Brix will be handed over to you, when I get to a higher position, I don't want to see the new one standing behind me. men."

Don't die.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Major Meltz put his feet together and gave a neat military salute.

Of course not, sir!

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"Who are you?" A blue arc flashed in Hohenheim's hand. Once he found something wrong, he would immediately use alchemy to protect the village. "The only one who knows about this is the villain in a bottle. You are a cyborg. ?”

Ready to fight, Kimmbley took a step forward and stood in front of his mentor.

He held the strange red Philosopher's Stone in his mouth, stretched his hands forward, and the formations carved on his palms also shone with completely opposite red arcs, and with the movement, the long white coat flew backwards.

The imminent explosion was prevented.

The mentor held Kimberly's pale wrist, and even a small part of the suit cuff, and slowly pressed it down.

"Ok?"

"It's not necessary to that extent."

"I'm just the most ordinary human being." Instead, the mentor bypassed his protectors and walked towards Hohenheim without haste. "If there is any difference, it is probably a member of the organization."

"...that organization?"

Hohenheim withdrew his hand in silence. Since it was an organization, it didn't seem difficult to accept knowing this.

"That's right." There was a wooden table with a few chairs in the courtyard, and the instructor pulled Kimberly to sit down, and continued, "You have used your Philosopher's Stone to make the Rebellious Land Formation for a while. It's been a while."

"Ah." Hohenheim also sat down.

The movements and voices of several people were actually not too loud, and the villagers knocking nails in the house did not notice what happened here.

"But I also know that organizations don't seem to care about anything other than anomalies."

"It's different this time." The mentor smiled, even though he didn't have any extra thoughts, there was cold malice in the smile, which made Hohenheim involuntarily vigilant.

"The villain in the bottle wants to refine the sage's stone based on the entire country, not to become a real human being as you think."

"It, it treats human beings like bugs, how could it want to lower itself."

Hearing what his instructor said, he obviously had a disdainful attitude towards the villain in a bottle, and he didn't even want to use words like "he" to address him.

"Have you already found out his purpose?" Hohenheim didn't show his face, but his hands under the table tightly held his clothes.

"It wants to suppress the truth and become a new god."

"..."

Hohenheim lost the ability to speak for a moment, and it took a long time to react.

His voice was dry and trembling, but fortunately he calmed down quickly, "So that's the case. If it's at this level, it's no wonder you want to take action."

"No, please don't misunderstand." The instructor said, "This is not the purpose of the organization."

"We just want to contain the Gate of Truth."

"... Containing the door of truth?"

Hohenheim couldn't help repeating his words. What such news brought him was not a shock, but a more subtle feeling, "Can it be done?"

"This is something that the organization should consider." The instructor didn't say much on this point.

"Considering the matter of Ishbal and the excessive emphasis on alchemy in Amestris, although there are reasons why the villain in a bottle manipulates politics, it is undeniable that alchemy has brought more Large-scale wars have also hindered the development of some technologies."

"Human greed is endless, and the method of making the Philosopher's Stone cannot be blocked. Sooner or later, someone will get equivalent knowledge from the Gate of Truth."

"In order not to grow old or die, to do things that use other people's souls will be repeated in the years to come."

"So, after discussions within the organization, we will erase alchemy from this world."

Kimberly, who listened quietly, gradually became tense following the instructor's narration, as if he was under some weight and couldn't move. Although he still had the ability to speak, he was also incoherent.

"Ah, what you said, yes, the pattern of confrontation between artificial humans and human beings is indeed small." He tried to suppress his emotions, "Such a collision, such a change, is so beautiful."

Hohenheim looked at Kimmbley, then at his mentor.

Did all the members of this organization have such a character?

"Besides, your sons." The mentor abruptly brought the topic back, "Edward Elric and Alphonse Elric, they have already been involved in this conspiracy."

"No matter what the reason is, come back to Central City with us."

The author has something to say: Well, the next chapter will be a big one!

Hohenheim: Your organization... is full of villains?

Sherlock Sivis: No, no, he can't represent everything!

Speaking of which, a little cutie commented that the tutor is very good with anyone...

It seems that it is!

small theater:

There are no small theaters to write about recently...

But Ji You recently wrote [-] questions about Lust and Qi, and I will give you half of them.

Cough cough, don't tell me if you didn't hit everyone's point! (loud)

I'll just have fun!

1. Instructor's perspective Cold rainy night, firewood burning in the fireplace, sleeping detective, fingers on the cane, newspapers on the legs, marks of the sofa sinking.

2. The closed door from the perspective of the pillars, the room for only two people, the paper used for office work, the sunset sunlight obliquely entering the window, the mist above the tea, the eyes without hook jade, the wrist exposed between the sleeve and the black glove, looking back The gentleness that came over, the arrogance that restrained.

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You didn't do anything, but it felt like you did everything.

I don't know if you feel...

I like it very much!

If everyone likes it, the next chapter will be about Sherlock watching Peanuts and watching Sivis without misery hehehe_(:з」∠)_ in the next chapter.