The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Nona was not dreaming.he thinks.

His first reaction was: Did the "doctor" do something to Nona?

In yesterday's dream talk, Nona mentioned the weird attitude of the doctors towards the "Holy Son".They seem to want to "create" a Son on their side as well.

Although he didn't know the Son's concept of these doctors, Nona was already a "semi-finished product" after all.Maybe the doctors will attack Nona directly.

He couldn't help frowning.Then, he slowly calmed down.

It's useless to be in a hurry here.If something really happened to Nona, then he first needs to find Nona's location in reality.

"Very light and very dark place".This is Nona's description of where she is.

Where would that be?he thought.

But he didn't stand on the isolated island and think about it.He instead entered Emile's dream.

"Mr. Phantom!" Emile said excitedly, "good evening. What I want to ask is..."

Mr. Ghost smiled slightly: "Good evening, Emile. I brought you a puzzle."

"Puzzle?" Emil thought for a while, "Put the pictures together?"

Mr. Ghost took out the base plate and pieces of the puzzle from his messenger bag.Although it looks bulky, in this mysterious dream, it was indeed packed into a small messenger bag.

"Yes," said Mr. Ghost, "except that there are a thousand puzzle pieces for you to sort out."

Emile is a boy who is willing to study the Rubik's cube, so Mr. Ghost thinks he has enough patience to sort out these puzzle pieces.

Emile really looked at the puzzles on the table with curious eyes.

"What will it end up like?" he asked.

Mr. Phantom laughed: "It's up to you to find out, Emil." He paused, and then said, "However, pay attention to the time, Emil. Don't indulge in dreams."

"I will pay attention, thank you for your reminder." Emil said, but his eyes could not wait to put it on the puzzle.

This is a well-behaved boy, and Mr. Ghost doesn't worry about him doing anything bad.

So, Mr. Phantom said: "I have some other things to do, so I have to leave for a while. I will come back to collect this puzzle after a while, and see how much you can piece together during this time."

Emil was encouraged, he nodded vigorously and said, "I will work hard."

Mr. Phantom couldn't help smiling, and left Emil's dream for a while.

After that, he searched the dreams of "Siles Noel" and "Akamala" one after another, and then arrived at the mysterious and vast farm.

The soft grass, almost soaked in the morning dew, has a lively and bright vitality that is completely different from the dream of the deep sea.

Even though the time here has been frozen, even if there is no sign of living things here, but compared to the eternal and silent night of the deep sea dream, this place makes people think of immature green grass.

He stood quietly for a moment, looking around.

There is a slight foggy feeling hanging over the surroundings.he realized.However, that was not a mist, nor a frightening mist, but a misty morning mist.

The place has a very innocuous feel to it, and it's hard to imagine that this is the "paradise" of the old gods.Perhaps, this has something to do with Akamala's characteristics?

He noticed that he was standing very close to the lake house.

This space is roughly divided into three areas: pastoral area, lake area, and living area.The living area mainly refers to this delicate and small house located by the lake.

Although the lake house was eye-catching at first glance, he didn't want to step into it so easily.That seems to be Akamala's old territory, not so easy to approach.

So, he first turned around in two places, the pastoral area and the lake area.

There is nothing here, no animals where the animals are kept, no crops where the land is cultivated.There are only grasslands and lakes here.

Green grass, lake water.He observed these two things carefully, but found nothing wrong.

Then he turned his attention to the lake house.

He walked over and walked around the hut, but didn't find anything special, as if it was really just an ordinary farm hut... No, it should be said, it's more refined and beautiful.

If it was a real farm, then the house where the farmer lived could not be so exquisite.

Siles Noel was born on a farm in a small town.There are some knowledge and pictures related to the farm in his memory.

...In the final analysis, this is the dream of the gods.

He took a light breath, and then came to the main entrance of the lake house.There is also a small garden area planned by the door, but there are no flowers in the garden.

Even though everything here seems so calm and peaceful, but also, it seems that everything has changed.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door politely.

Didn't get any response.

He couldn't help laughing at his own amazing discretion.Did he suspect that Akamala still lived in the house?

But when he reached out to hold the doorknob to open the door of this hut, he stopped suddenly.He glanced aside and saw a blooming flower appeared on the originally empty flowerbed.

It was a very beautiful rose, and he recognized it at first sight, because it was so recognizable.However, he couldn't help being surprised—why did a rose suddenly appear?What is the connection between the rose and Akamala?

He blinked his eyes, and the next second, the flower suddenly disappeared again, as if the bright appearance before was his illusion.

However, a sudden realization appeared in his mind.

He almost subconsciously wanted to look at the lake - he realized that he had a new discovery!Some invisible instruction came, as if from the flower, as if from his polite knock on the door.

He wanted to look at the lake, but he held back in the end, because he knew very well that if he knew about this new discovery now, he might leave here immediately.

If he leaves, then the next time he comes to the Deep Sea Dreamland will be 21 days later.That is too long a time.

So he held back, and after thinking about it, he left the farm first.

The way he left the farm was to look for the dream of "Siles Noel" again, and then reach out and touch the dream bubble.Afterwards, he returned to the deep sea dreamland.

...it's kind of weird.It seems that he shuttles back and forth between the two sides of the nesting doll.

He glanced at the situation in Emil's dream, and found that Emil had already solved almost a third of the puzzle.It can already be seen that the prototype of the jigsaw puzzle is the picture in the classroom.

This speed surprised him a little.He went to Emil's dream, praised the boy for his hard work and intelligence, and then took the puzzle back.

"So, Mr. Ghost, will I be able to buy these toys in Professor Noel's shop later?" Emil asked eagerly.

"Yes." Mr. Phantom said gently, "However, I'm afraid it depends on Mr. Noel's speed."

Emile immediately said: "I understand! I will go and urge that professor!"

Mr. Ghost: "..."

Looks like he's getting himself into trouble—I'm sorry, Professor Noel.Who told him to be Mr. Ghost now?

He bid farewell to the Emir and agreed to meet again in 21 days.

After returning to the island, he thought for a moment, looking at Nona's seedling, and had an idea in his mind, but he didn't know if he should do it—he meant, would it be possible to transplant this seedling to the farm?

Would that give him a better understanding of Nona's situation?Would that give him more information on the farm?

But, wouldn't that also release Akamala's power more, especially, make the spider silk on the little girl doll snap more?

...In the end, he cautiously abandoned the idea.This was just a flash of light on his mind, but no one is sure whether his doing so would benefit Nona—what if Akamala's power infects Nona?

He can't take that risk.Facing the mystery and the unknown, he prefers to adopt a cautious and slow attitude.rather so.

Before he returned to the farm, it occurred to him that there was one thing he hadn't done today—find Jonathan Bryant's dream.

He had always hoped that he could find some information from the dream of the Chancellor of the Exchequer.However, in the past few searches, he failed to find the old man's dream.

Maybe the other person just doesn't dream much.

He tried again without much hope—and found that there was indeed a bubble that responded to his thoughts!

He felt that strange fluctuation again, but this time, the fluctuation did not cover him, but spread throughout the entire sea of ​​dreams.Then, a drop of water seemed to stand out and suddenly appeared in front of him.

Without thinking, as if he had transcended time, space and distance, he instinctively reached out and touched the drop of water.

In the next second, he entered a strange dream.

It was dark.He couldn't see anything, but until he was standing somewhere.He could vaguely sense that there seemed to be something in front of him.

"...Who are you?" The thing spoke suddenly, the voice was old and slow, but it was very sinister, giving off a cold feeling, "Why did you appear here?"

The surroundings were suddenly lit up, but it was still very dark.It was like a stage light, just shining on him.The thing in front also revealed part of its true colors under such dim light.

It was a behemoth.He—or, it, its body seemed to be filled with many diseases, germs, tumors, and dead tissues.Yellow-brown pustules that looked like they were about to explode appeared on its forehead, left hand, right hand, belly, and soles of its feet.

Some trembling flesh-colored balls full of veins and blood vessels were growing near the pustules.Its eyes were full of maggots, its teeth were filled with rotting pulp, and its palms were smeared with plasma.

At its feet was a bucket with a lot of blood in it.It hummed slightly from time to time, as if feeling pain, and then reached out to fish out some blood that was about to solidify from the bucket, and applied it on itself to relieve the invisible pain.

It seems to be living in pain, and will die in the next second; but it also seems to be living happily, so it wants to live desperately.

...Mr. Phantom in the dream looked at it quietly.This disgusting, abscessed, gigantic monster.

It hummed again and said, "Who are you?"

Mr. Phantom paused for a moment before saying, "You can regard me as a ghost in a dream."

"Dream ghost?" it said, "mystery."

Its tone is imbued with the scorn and harshness of a great man.

Mr. Ghost remained silent.

He thought, this is Jonathan Bryant?Why did he look like this ghost in the dream?

...Because his body is so weak, because he is afflicted by the disease, is he like a monster turned into a disease in the dream?But what about that bucket of blood?

Why in the dream, it would use that bucket of blood to relieve pain?

His shallow earth psychology told him that everything in the dream may reflect a person's subconscious thoughts.

Nona misses the time when she was not sick and played carefree with her friends on the green grass; therefore, the grass and the children playing became her sweet dreams.

Emil didn't like to appreciate those paintings in the museum, but he couldn't resist his grandfather's will; so, in his dream, the gallery became his nightmare.

But what's up with Jonathan Bryant's outlandish look?

Mr. Phantom said casually: "However, you seem to be working very hard. Maybe I can help you."

"Help me?" it said, in a very skeptical manner.Then, it was silent for a while.

Suddenly, it laughed: "Can you make me never die?"

Immortal?Mr. Ghost was slightly taken aback.

It seemed that those emotions that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly invaded its will.It squeezed hard to burst a pustule next to its cheek.The disgusting stench spread instantly, and unknown yellow-white pus splashed all over it.

Mr. Ghost was not splashed, but he couldn't help but frowned.

The thick black space was full of stench.

It said: "I have lived for so many years! The previous Grand Duke is dead, but I am not dead yet! I boiled those colleagues to death one by one, desperately trying to keep myself alive, just alive!

"But now, this winter, living has become a luxury! I have money, I have power, and I can find seventeen or eight doctors to surround me. I thought I could see that little bastard who didn't know what to do was better than me. I die first!

"The result? Death still came. Death still! Still came!"

Its voice was hoarse, but it failed to convey much emotion.That resentment seemed to have been replaced by a certain old weariness.Therefore, only the extremely hoarse and trembling voice can make people understand what it is thinking.

Mr. Ghost narrowed his eyes and looked at it silently.

After a while, it said again: "Since I was born, I knew that I would meet death. I was destined to be a prisoner of death, and I was destined to return to death. My soul will be attached to the shadow of death.

"But I am alive, but I feel that only when I am alive can I feel death-death. After death, there is nothing! Only the living know death, and the dead don't know death!"

It suddenly became excited and emphasized again: "Only the living know death, the dead don't know death!"

Mr. Ghost said, "Are you a follower of Thaddeus?"

It suddenly let out an "uh" sound like a toad whose throat had been strangled, and let out a muffled grunt.

Mr. Phantom said again: "I heard that many people have confused the concept of some gods during this long time. Is this true for you? Only the living can feel death and prove their faith.

"You are a believer in Thaddeus, but you are greedy for the warmth of Pessonari. You yearn for death, but you are afraid of death, so you made an excuse to want to live forever, and give it a good name , thinking that living is the only way to fulfill Thaddeus' will."

He thought, this Jonathan Bryant, does he know the Mojacher Hills exist?Did he know those old Mojachers?

Mr. Ghost's voice gradually became lower and lower: "Perhaps, you are just greedy for life and afraid of death..."

Suddenly, his vision blurred, as if the dream bubble suddenly burst.In the next second, he returned to the isolated island.

He was startled, and then realized that Jonathan Bryant woke up.Therefore, he was also forced to leave that dream.Is it because of what he said?

However, he did get some information from this dream.

He set his sights on the center of the isolated island.On top of that soft red mud, a third plant appeared.

It is not like the two vigorous seedlings next to it, but a vine that is about to wither and its leaves have turned yellow.The vine fell to the ground alone, it was just a short one, and it couldn't even root into the soil.

The owner of this plant is about to die.

He looked at it for a moment and couldn't help but sighed.Afterwards, he shook his head and warned himself not to think so much.Jonathan Bryant clearly has something up his sleeve, and he doesn't have to sympathize with this guy.

Of course, death.Just death itself, he can utter such a sigh.

Soon, he calmed down, and he realized the sharp contrast in the shapes of these three plants.From this point of view, Nona should be considered healthy now, at least the seedling is growing very healthy.

Thinking of this, he relaxed a little and went to the farm.The little life on the farm made him feel better.The vague sense of guidance reappeared after he came here.

This time he didn't resist this feeling, but followed it naturally.He came to the lake.

He saw—something seemed to be reflected in the lake.

……Star?

No, no, planet.Fisher World!

The world is reflected in the mirror-like lake water!

He looked at the world in amazement, seeing the world from this angle for the first time.He thought, world map?

But what is the use of this map?

Just when this idea appeared in his mind, he suddenly noticed that there were three plants, crowded close together.Those three plants are all located in the same place, the same country, the same world...

... From the water of the lake, you can see the real location of the dreamland he once visited.

When he realized this, he also knew that he was about to leave this place.The feeling was very clear, but also very slow, as if the farm slowed down his pace of leaving.

So without hesitation, he took advantage of this last bit of time to look at the location of the seedling that symbolized Nona.

The next moment, Sirius opened his eyes.

"...Ramifa... West City?" He murmured in a low voice.

The huge planet can be zoomed in, of course, that glimpse also made him realize that only places where there are "plants", or in other words, only places where there are dreams he has been to, those places are clearer.

He has never been to other places in the corresponding dream, and they are very vague.

Now, only the Duchy of Const on the planet is clearer, especially the city of Lamifa.

Perhaps, as he enters more dreams, the map and the appearance of this planet will become clearer and clearer.

...like exploring a large map in a game.Siles couldn't help but think so.

A little while before he left the dream, he seized the little moment, instinctively zoomed in on the planet, and saw the location of the seedling symbolized by Nona.However, it was too late for him to see more detailed locations.

He could only roughly see that Nona seemed to be located in La Mifa's west city.It seems to be in a place quite close to the Kanla River, but Siles is not sure if he is wrong.

He thought about it for a while, then thought of something else.

What does this lake water and this planet symbolize?Would there be something relevant in any of the Old Gods' "Paradise"?

If this is the case, then in the land of no embers, the group of followers of the old gods could do some things that ordinary people can't understand through the "Temple of Belan", which can also be explained.

"Paradise" is not a residence in the simple sense, but a projection of the power of the gods to the real world.If spirituality is the key to human beings mastering extraordinary power, then "Paradise" seems to be the old gods solidifying their "spirituality" into some kind of...

Composite, functional products?

And the spirituality of human beings corresponds to the divinity of the old gods.

Akamala's divinity is "dream" and "illusion".And His "paradise" happens to be where the dream is.This is a very obvious connection.

Of course, the other old gods and their paradises don't seem to be so easy to match.Siles thought so.

In the early morning night, Sirius meditated quietly.

... Nona is in the west city.That's not surprising, of course, and it does give Sirius a clear and reassuring range.However, where exactly is it in Xicheng?

Judging from the corresponding vegetative states of Jonathan and Nona, Nona should be fine now, at least compared to that vine, which made Celes breathe a sigh of relief.However, he probably needs to find a way to find out the exact location of Nona.

Darwin Hospital... an underground gang?He suddenly thought of this.

Perhaps, he might need the help of those children in West City.They probably know more about West City than anyone else, especially about those hidden places.

Also, Siles felt a subtle emotion about Jonathan Bryant.

Mixed with pity, disgust and sigh.Another follower of the old gods who went astray.No, Jonathan can't even say that he has gone astray. He just succumbed to the weakness of human beings, and instead let this weakness overwhelm the firm belief that should have been.

Believers in death dare not follow death.

...for fear of death.But who dares to say that he is really not afraid of death?

Under this premise, Jonathan Bryant, if he secretly funds the underground gang, if he secretly controls the research of Darwin Hospital...those young children...

and many more.

Young and old?

Siles couldn't help but startled.An almost unbelievable guess appeared in his brain.However, he also felt that under such a fantasy world view, it seemed that such a thing was not impossible.

container?Resurrection container?

But who can be sure, whether the greedy believers really want to resurrect the old god in the container, or... revive the dying self?

... Siles closed his eyes almost uncontrollably, feeling a wave of disgust and revulsion at the guess.

Mental pollution, he thought...time tracks collected by underground gangs...the voices speaking in Nona's head...so many children with unexplained mental illness...

Siles actually felt a slight weakness.

Revelators are aware of the mental pollution that can result from using a Time Track.It even once made Sirius feel that ghosts from the past were revived in this era.

He also thought about whether he could prepare for his future self, and prepare the corresponding time tracks and rituals in advance, in case of emergencies.

But he never thought about whether someone might intentionally spread this kind of spiritual pollution—the spiritual pollution from himself, with the purpose of resurrecting himself at a possible moment in the future.

...that's not impossible, is it?

The dead are reincarnated; the living go to die.

No one knew whether that would work, whether it would actually be possible to resurrect oneself in a stranger; but it was at least a possibility of immortality.

Siles turned over and looked at the ceiling, feeling that the coldness in the air seemed to soak into his bones through the thick quilt.He couldn't see the ceiling in the dark, just like he couldn't see the ugly and disease-infested monster in the dark.

A dying old man intends to revive his soul in the healthy body of a young child.That's why those doctors pay attention to the "physical constitution" of children, because... because the elderly need a healthy enough container to hold their souls.

is that so?he asked himself.Is this conjecture possible?

He couldn't believe this terrible idea, felt wild, but realized that it was certainly possible, but he had never thought of it in this direction until he saw the image of Jonathan in his dream, and his extreme The essence of fear of death.

This is Ramifa City at four o'clock in the morning.He could no longer fall into a peaceful sleep, he could only keep his eyes open, quietly looking at the ceiling, waiting for the sky light to dispel the haze in his heart.

At six o'clock, Siles got up and forgot those complicated thoughts for the time being.

On Monday morning, he had to go to Darwin Hospital first to help Professor Bright handle some discharge matters.

Professor Bright fell and sprained his ankle last month, but it was nothing serious.He stayed in the hospital for more than a month, and when he recovered from his injuries, he planned to leave the hospital and return to teaching.

Siles visited him several times in the past, and felt that Professor Bright's wrestling did not hurt him this time, but it did make Professor Bright realize that he was getting old.

More than once, he revealed the idea of ​​retiring after the end of this school year. Siles thought about it carefully, and thought very rationally that this could be said to be a good choice.

In any case, Professor Bright has indeed reached retirement age, especially for this day and age.He can enjoy a happy retirement life at this time.

Professor Bright obviously thinks so too, he seems to regard Sirius as his child more and more, and pats Sirius' hand kindly from time to time, making Sirius feel—how should I put it, the strict and violent Brett in the past The professor seems to have slowly accepted the baptism of the years.

It was a very complicated feeling.

Siles arrived at Darwin Hospital around eight o'clock in the morning.The nurse had already tidied things up, but Professor Brett was still eating his breakfast slowly. When he saw Sirius, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Sirius."

"Good morning, Professor." Siles said, "Where's your medical record? I'll help you get discharged."

"Oh, here it is." Professor Bright handed it to Sirius, and said, "Finally going out of the hospital. I miss the soft bed at home, not the goddamn..."

He surveyed the hospital bed.

Then he said: "Cold, white, hard, an iron frame that creaks at the slightest movement!"

Siles almost laughed at the tone.He tried to keep calm and just said, "You can sleep in your favorite bed tonight."

Professor Bright nodded.

Siles took Professor Bright's medical record and went to the counter for discharge.It happened that a middle-aged man was also in line, and that man was dressed like a butler of a noble family.

Siles stood not far behind him, waiting for him to finish talking with the nurse first.

"...Nanisar. Yes, ma'am, that's the name and no surname is registered," said the middle-aged man.

Nanisal?The boy that Dice called "Holy Son"?

Siles looked up almost subconsciously.He couldn't see the man's facial expression, but he could see a more suspicious expression on the face of the nurse behind the counter.

After all, why not register the child with his last name?

But the nurse didn't ask too much.She simply said, "So, Mr. Nanisar... are you going to discharge him?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man's voice was very low.

The nurse said, "Well, on this list, please..."

Siles narrowed his eyes, took two steps back silently, and then strode towards the ward where Nanisar was - if Nanisar was really Jonathan's unknown grandson, if Jonathan's real The purpose is to prolong your life...

He opened the door and went into Nanisar's ward.In the inexplicable eyes of the young boy inside who suddenly looked over, Sirius sized him up for a while, and then looked at the little abacus hanging on Nanisar's chest like an ornament.

"...Remember to take off that abacus." Siles said in a low voice, "When your grandpa is away. Don't let anyone notice this matter."

Nanisar lowered his head blankly, holding the small metal abacus on his chest.He seemed completely unresponsive.His mental state doesn't look too good today.

Siles thought to himself, who knows what kind of "calculation" Jonathan is playing.

He shook his head, and finally said, "Remember your name. Your name is Nanisar." Then he left the ward.At the corner, he paused for a while, noticing that the middle-aged man walked into Nanisar's ward after less than a minute.

After the middle-aged man entered the ward, Siles walked over as if nothing had happened, and went to the counter to handle Professor Bright's discharge procedures.

When he returned to Professor Bright's ward, Professor Bright had already finished his breakfast and was taking an early morning walk in the ward to exercise his limbs.

Siles said, "I heard that the boy next door is going to be discharged. Professor, have you ever dealt with him?"

"The boy?" Professor Bright thought for a moment. "The boy who screamed loudly before? Let me see... wait, I remember. When you came to see me last month, shortly after you left , the boy came over and chatted with me for a while.

"It was a long time ago. If you didn't mention it, I guess I would have forgotten about it. It was a poor boy. Parents didn't care much about him. The neighbors helped him to grow up well. .

"He has a bad temper and is not likable, so no one wants to raise him after his parents passed away. He wandered in the West City for a while, and then someone who claimed to be his grandfather appeared. I don't know if it is true or not.

"However, since he appeared in the hospital, it proves that there are still people who are willing to see him. Of course, it's really pitiful for such a lonely child to stay in the hospital."

Not necessarily, Siles thought.

But he noticed a subtlety in Professor Bright's statement.He couldn't help frowning, and asked, "You said, he used to wander in the West City?"

"Yes." Professor Bright nodded. "That's what he said. I remember...it should be this summer? Maybe."

That's an interesting thing, Siles thought.Maybe Jimmy will know the existence of Nanisar?

Also, why is Nanisar willing to talk so much to Professor Bright?

He thought for a moment, and Professor Bright also changed his clothes.He helped Professor Bright carry the luggage.The nurse had already gone downstairs to help call a carriage.

"Is there anyone in your family now?" Sirius asked.

"I've already had the house cleaned, and the chef should be at work." Professor Bright said, "Don't worry about me, Sirius. I still remember your cold last month."

Siles: "..."

He said tactfully: "It seems that there is no need to memorize it for so long, Professor."

Professor Bright laughed, looking as cheerful as ever.

They took a taxi to Professor Bright's residence, which was a house in the east of Ramifah, north of Atherton Square.This is the first time that Siles has come to Professor Bright's house.

On the way, Professor Bright introduced the situation of his house to Siles.It was a three-story cottage, quiet in the midst of noise, and very convenient to live in. It was a little far from La Mifa University, and it might take three to four 10 minutes to walk.

However, Professor Bright has a carriage at home and employs a coachman.

"If you want to buy a house in the future, you can also consider this neighborhood." Professor Bright said, "There are many researchers in the academic field here, because it is close to the Ramifa Library."

Siles suddenly realized.He has also been to the Ramifah library several times. Some books are not easy to find in the library of Ramifah University, or they cannot be borrowed. You may need to go to a higher-level library to find transcripts.

For Siles, this is indeed a good choice.

He asked, "So, how much does it cost to buy a house here?"

"Five or six thousand duke coins?" Brett casually reported a figure, "Seriously, Sirius, you can wait a little longer, your thesis will also bring you a lot of money."

"What?" Sirius couldn't help but startled.This was the first time he had heard of it, after all he didn't expect the paper to bring him any... financial benefits.

It was true, of course, that he was more respected at school after the paper on the wandering poet was published; but that was honorary.

In addition, Qin Duo's teaching assistant status was quickly passed, which is probably related to this paper.Siles guessed that it was because the senior management of the Academy of Literature and History noticed Professor Mantel's suppression of him, and then because of this paper, they paid more attention to Siles' talent.

Still, the actual economic benefits?

Sirius' performance also caught Professor Brett by surprise.He said dumbfoundedly: "Oh, Sirius... this is an outstanding paper! It will be January soon, and you will get