Sword of Daybreaker

Veronica’s assertion made Gawain somewhat confused.

“Each and everyone?” He wrinkles his eyebrows. “What does that mean?”

Veronica’s eyes, as if she had fallen into the ancient memories of that thousand years ago, said in a gentle and gentle tone after a few seconds of silence: “It is necessary to know that, in the counter-cyclical plan of the millennium, Sister White Tink accepted the employment of Gondor Empire as a consultant, for hundreds of years, until the explosion of magic tide, and that Ferna White Frost and Lena White Tink were secretly working for Gondor Empire.

“For the first time, I saw them at the Palace of Imperial Capital a Druid facility to study the evolution of the natural environment and species. It’s a very open sister, the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen for them is that they’ve been laughing, that they see everything in the human world is curious, that there are many bold ideas, and that it’s very different from Elf scholar, who’s more than conservative of the archaeological board.

“I’m sorry, I said far away, in memory, and that’s how it always reminds me of too much irrelevant details.”

Veronica showed an apology smile, and Gawain shaked her head, suggesting that she continued to say it.

“They are indeed a couple of sisters, as I said earlier, and at first they were two people until that accident…

“That is the phase in which the reversal plan has just taken place and has been referred to as the first phase of initial analysis and engagement of the gods. In one experiment, we are going to test an observation method that has never been tried, and the process is to open a gap to the present borders in a highly sealed room, which transcends Shadow World and Nether Shadow World, and at a certain threshold point is unlimited to Gods Kingdom, and we hope that a certain degree of control over Gods Kingdom can be achieved through that gap.

“Now, it seems to be a bold and reckless attempt, but at that time we knew the strength of the gods far from being as clear as ever.

“The test of this danger requires two operators, one operator responsible for maintaining the gap and one operator for physical observation. Yes, you’ve guessed that it’s a white sister.

“They are voluntarily named on the grounds that, as twins, they have different tactics that can significantly increase the success rate of the experiment, and that, if anything happens, they need to communicate and respond quickly, with a much faster response than normal researchers.

“At the time I personally sent them into the lab… I looked at them walking in and then the whole lab was completely sealed under the control of the automated system.

“Even the strongest Sorcerer could not be detected through that tight protective system.

“After the countdown, the lab was opened, filled with smoke and fluid magic power fluctuations, and I walked in with people, and the lab was already a ruin, in which only one of the scratched Elf lay on the ground and the other was unknown.”

Veronica said it with a calm face, and Gawain couldn’t stand brows slightly wrinkle: “Who’s missing? Who left?”

“Don’t know.”

Gawain eyebrow raised: “Don’t you know?”

“Their sisters were almost identical, and foreigners had never been able to distinguish them, while a wolf in the lab and the identification card on the injured was severely burned, so no one knew who survived.”

Gawain couldn’t help adjusting the posture: “What did they do then?”

“The one who survived sneaked out of the clinic one day, and she returned to the Druid Laboratory built by her sister, and three days later, the” White Frost Sister “returned to the Palace of Ho. Subsequent reports indicate that their laboratories have a large number of biomass whereabouts unknown… but that they are actually used by everyone.”

“She made herself a…” Gawain already understood to come, “and then? That’s what you accepted?”

“The White Frost Sisters are back, and at least they say so themselves, and they look like everything, even though everyone knows their bellies, we welcome their return.”

Gawain didn’t disguise her surprise: “No, they didn’t. Her mental status apparently has a problem, did you not find it?”

“This is obvious, but this level of mental problems is not a problem at all among the rebels, especially those who live on the front lines,” Veronica smiles, tongues are calm, and words are alarming. “We stand against God, and we stand up in front of those unthinkable and insignificant knowledge, and we wipe through the abyss, every moment and countless deadly and invisible truth, sometimes simply looking at the wrong samples, or at the wrong words at the wrong time, and people fall into madness, and people disappear, and people die.

“We have already paid hundreds of lives, many people die with silence, because they are not public, cannot be awarded after death, many more are caught in permanent disorders, and because of the knowledge of God, they can only be held in each and everyone’s psychiatric control facilities.

“Even including myself, as a former Gondor, have you ever heard of any book on royal history referring to the name Aurelilia Norton?

“In such extreme circumstances, each member with a working capacity is valued for the rebels.

“Compared to those who are the worst in the situation, the white sisters are just some delusional symptoms that are slight, at least in the year.”

Gawain was somewhat unaware of what to say, and from the logic of normal people, it was difficult to imagine what was happening to keep a person who apparently had mental problems involved in the project, because the project itself was already insane enough to be so insane that it would naturally require stronger reason to confront it, but…

It is not their will to do so, but to have to do so.

He believed that Veronica and her team had certainly carefully considered the year, and that perhaps they had confirmed that the spiritual problems of the White Frost sisters would not affect everyday work, and that perhaps they believed that White Frost sisters, as advisers, had a much greater role to play than their spiritual ills, and that, in any event, it was already a thousand years ago, and that today he, and even at this moment Veronica/Ofia, had been unable to comment on the year.

Now he can only express his post-incident sentiment: “… she may be just a little delusional, but now she… or they have become the ghost of a counterfeit plan.”

“… Every person who participates in the first phase of the counter-cyclical plan walks into a insane countdown, and we generally discuss this matter in good faith, because we all know that most members will not live on the day when they see the results, either crazy or dead, or disappear in all sorts of strange supernatural phenomena… Even if everything goes smoothly, human lifespan decides that most of the members of the first phase will not survive for more than two phases… yet Elf, they will live span too long.”

Veronica said, lightly sighed.

“It may be too long to live, perhaps never to see hope, and the white sister is finally out of control, but unfortunately I don’t even know if they’re Fielda or Lena.”

“I have a feeling that we’ll be dealing with that sister soon,” Gawain shook the head, “this stubborn ghost will not really be silent.”

“Maybe,” Veronica had a lip, “so, what else do you have?”

“Technology, All Things Finally Die Society Technologies,” Gawain says, “We have recovered the technical information on the quantity of sea from that Earth Palace, as well as complete laboratory equipment and a variety of samples, 5 per cent, specimens, which will be transported to Pittman’s research facility in the near future, but we all know that there is not only Druid knowledge in it.”

“I understand,” Veronica, look down, “and I’ll help identify and analyse the antibiotic technologies in it, and if the risk factors are found, the first time reminds.”

Gawain was satisfied with nodded, Veronica suddenly looked at Gawains’ eyes after a moment of silence and asked: “So what are you going to do with all Things finally Die Society’s ‘results after removing the risk factors?”

Gawain looked at each other and showed a smile: “Of course it’s for use.”

“Even if they were created by all Things finally Die Society?”

“Technology is technology, good use, of course, and crime can always be humans, and trial of tools is meaningless.” Gawain says, “Those blood magic are used to make monster really cold, but if it is used to treat the wounded, it must be very good.”

“But there may be people who have a heart to hold mustard, even in private, to criticize you for the use of black witchcraft, who have always had unnecessary fear of what they do not know, and how the world has changed for a thousand years, only in terms of prejudice and conservativeness.”

Gawain and Veronica looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

“Of course, these people will always emerge, convicting their failures to be better than recognizing their incapacity and ignorance, but it’s okay – ignorance – to teach them how to understand the truth, teach them not to teach, or deliberately disrupt, that is to lay down rules, write down contracts, and that I may not have to contact those technologies and their derivatives that have been excavated from Soringburg ruins, after all… in the application phase of new technologies, our social resources will not have been enough, and why do some of them not meet their loyalty to save social resources?”

“I appreciate your style of action.”

Veronica left, calm down for a while, Gawain exhaled, a little bit of activity, and was ready to go back to work.

However, he just picked up a document on the table and had not yet been able to see it in detail, and heard a slight wind looting out of the window.

Next second, someone hit a real “peng” in the window box.

In view of the fact that this is a daily one, Gawain has long had no feelings of feelings of sentiment and puke, and he just starts up naturally, opens the window and puts Amber in his head.

Amber started screaming, “What the hell are you doing when you close the window all day?”

Gawain expressionless: “The weather is cold, old people are afraid of cold.”

Amber: “…”

“What’s the rush?” After the successful return of this disgrace of all living things, Gawain has a little bit of a mood to ask.

Although Amber jumped windows were standard operating, the windows were divided into different styles and circumstances:

Step outside the window and carefully study the anti-Amber jacket and locker, the normal operation of the windows after cautiously removing all the traps, usually when there’s no major event, daily reporting; panic jumped in so that the wallet was a general emergency, usually when the report required Gawain’s first time to be seen; and, like now, Gawain didn’t find a single hit on the window, Gawain met twice —

The first was to report the assassination of Francis II and the second was to report the crash of Rebecca’s pilot aircraft, dropping from the sky and smashing Tyr out of the sky.

When you hear Gawain asking, Amber doesn’t even care about the details of being choked back, she does come to report on the state of affairs, and she says, “Rebecca’s jet…”

She hasn’t finished saying Gawain frowned, “Tyr Badluck Siren’s dead again? It’s okay. You know she can do it again.”

“No,” Amber almost jumped up, and this little winter pumpkin got excited on his face, “he flew! This is a success!”

And then she breathed her breath, and she said, “And he landed smoothly – on the right side!”