Chapter 56 He Is Like the Sun

Annan suddenly opened his eyes.

He realized that he - or rather, "Bernardino" was lying on an instrument.

Bernardino's body was covered with threads, and at least two-digit infusion tubes were connected to his body. As Annan woke up, there were piercing sirens around him.

The most important thing is...

——He is not on the Tower of Black Glory.

The surroundings are not walls made of obsidian, but the one that Annan is more familiar with...the black tower of Zedi.

A young figure in front of him stretched out his hand and turned off the siren.

Annan saw that it was an extremely young boy, not even a few years older than Annan.

The young wizard was wearing a black and red robe, with thin shoulders, white and slender hands, and neat short black hair hanging down to his ears.

He stretched out his left hand to stroke his hair slightly, and turned around.

There is a silver ring on his left middle finger.

From the youth's crystal-clear eyes, Annan saw the radiant and bright infinite self-confidence.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Unknown!

"However, you don't seem to be surprised by the current situation?"

He made a cheerful voice: "I guess, you may know me?"

"Because I am lying in your Zedi Black Tower, using your invented [Hugo school imitation godless targetless dream-peeping ceremony deep execution device and its host computer monitoring system] to enter the nightmare, Mr. Hugo."

Annan said with great interest: "It's just that I didn't expect... Was this device invented so early?"

He casually unplugged the wires all over Bernardino's body, and sat up from the chair.

"It's not really an invention, it's just a prototype."

While quickly recording the data, Hugo was distracted and said casually: "I call it the Prototype of Deep Execution Device for Invading Dreamland Programming Rituals without Specific Targets... Judging from the string of names you mentioned, you probably really know me."

he said,

The data has been recorded.

The young Hugo breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around energetically. His long robe and his soft short hair fluttered in the wind.

He stretched out his right hand half covered by his sleeve, and showed Annan a confident and gentle smile like the sun: "What's your name, Your Excellency?"

"—Annan Coldwinter."

Annan also said calmly: "Your friend...you know this is a nightmare, do you still want to record the contents of the experiment?"

"...Ah, Ivan Lindong's child? Am I going to be friends with such a big man?"

The young Hugo showed an embarrassed smile: "It seems that I have indeed become the master of the tower?"

"indeed so."

Annan praised: "In terms of your talent, this should be taken for granted."

At the age of seventeen, he was able to invent such a complex machine.

In other words...he was already trying to automate the ritual when he was still studying in the Wizard Tower decades ago.

"No matter where it is, the experimental results should be recorded. This is a good operating habit...Even if the world is going to be destroyed in the next minute, I have to be myself for this minute.

"And the ceremony wasn't complicated. I just wanted to help my new friends solve some small problems... But I didn't expect it at the time, and it turned into a nightmare."

Hugo spread his hands helplessly: "But it seems that he has at least become a transcendent—then I should at least be considered successful."

He asked curiously: "When did you realize...you were actually dreaming in a dream? Was the last part too outrageous? But Bernardino did do that at the time...and he It really succeeded in hiding the cause of death of those people."

"It is true that part of the reason is this, but in fact, at the very beginning, I have already noticed something is wrong."

Annan leaned over to the instrument, watched it carefully, and replied: "Because at the beginning of the nightmare, the introduction of the nightmare told me, 'You are 40 years old this year, and you have lived in the Wizard Tower for 23 years. '.

"But I actually know that when Bernardino met you, he was forty-three years old. He has always regarded meeting you as a turning point that changed his life, and until a long, long time later...he didn't know about that letter of recommendation It is false. That is, history collides with nightmare.

"However, Julius was indeed dead. And Bernardino did lose his eyes and gained the vision of the spirit body. Later, he simply gouged out his own eyes and used the eyes of gems to make up for it. This is undoubtedly true. It proved that the spiritual body resonance cauldron ceremony does exist.

"In other words, those things did happen. But Bernardino forgot about it..."

Annan turned his head and looked at the young Hugo who stood beside him and smiled helplessly.

He asked word by word: "If my guess is correct...

"You're going to modify Bernardino's memory, right?"

"yes."

Hugo replied without hesitation: "This is Bernardino's own commission.

"He sensed the fact that he was degenerating. So he hoped that I could seal this memory of his... But I am not good at the soul-snatching spell, and Bernardino, as the black wizard of the Tower of Black Glory, didn't believe it at all. Any Reaper.

"So I had no choice but to invent this machine for him to seal his memories instead of me."

Hugo said helplessly: "I also know... Modifying a person's memory is like killing the personality itself. But he is like a person who has fallen on the edge of the abyss, reaching out to me and making a desperate cry for help... ...I can't just sit back and watch it.

"If I seal off his memories, he will become a person with low self-esteem again. He will think that he is a fool who lost all the tokens and savings of Father Ludwig, a person who can't do anything well. waste."

The young Hugo, who was more than half a head shorter than Bernardino, clenched his fists as he spoke.

"—but I'm not going to let him do that. I'm not going to let him be decadent.

"Now that I've taken away his self-confidence, I'm going to give him that same self-confidence back. I'll keep helping him, teaching him...until he's self-reliant.

"He has an extraordinary talent, I think it is entirely possible for him to step into gold! There is even a chance to become a god, he probably has the affinity of the element of soul, which means that he can even easily revive an extraordinary person instantly! "

On the face of the young Hugo, there was a confident smile that was so bright that there was no trace of haze: "What a great ability! As long as this dark past is erased, everything is still in time!

"...But now it seems that it is too late."

The young Hugo sighed with some pity: "If he can live healthy, how many people will he help..."

Annan was a little lost for a moment.

In Hugo's eyes, it seems that there is no problem in this world that can stop him. He would not doubt his speculation at all.

His words are like the sun, leading everyone with his chest up and his head raised.

Annan was silent for a moment.

He suddenly understood that sentence.

——Since the forty-three-year-old Bernardino met the seventeen-year-old Hugo...he has been unable to look directly at Hugo's brilliance.

It was indeed so bright... a brilliance that would make people bow their heads involuntarily.

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