Text Chapter 974 ... And It Has Always Been that City that Has Been Exploiting that Country

The eyes of the old man in front of him became sharp in an instant. Even though he still looked like an ordinary farm grandfather, in Zhao Nan's perception, it was completely different. {

This is an old man with more stories than imagined.

When the atmosphere reached its peak of silence, the old man was forced to lose his disguise and regained his identity as the great scholar Allen Iverson. Suddenly his eyes turned into a crescent moon shape and he said with a smile: "Young man, do you like tea?"

"As for tea, black tea is fine." Zhao Nan nodded.

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In the room, Iverson was skillfully brewing tea that smelled very fragrant. Zhao Nan was sitting opposite him, sitting quietly.

"What is the level of a scholar?" Iverson asked abruptly.

Zhao Nan, who was not surprised at all, responded in the next second: "Senior scholar, probably still a little short of a university scholar."

"You are not from the scholar family."

"I've only been to Pompeii."

When he mentioned the name of this ancient city, the old man's tea-making hand trembled slightly, and soon regained his balance. He looked out the window at a place that seemed far away, and said softly: "I, for many years I didn’t go back. I wanted to go back, but I made up for it...or rather, I didn’t dare to go back.”

"Why?" Zhao Nan asked knowingly.

Iverson sat down, holding the brewed tea in both hands, and took a slow sip, "Do you want to hear the story of me, a sinner?"

Probably because he wanted to talk about the worries he had been having for many years, Iverson looked at him with an inquiring look. Unexpectedly, Zhao Nan just shook his head: "No need. To be honest, I am not interested in your past. What I want to know is that you appeared, but why did you hide your identity and get close to Locke? What is your intention for it? What."

Iverson turned the tea cup in his hand, "I said, I treat Locke and Sisi as my own children, and I just want to watch Locke quietly. That's all."

"You put the emotional circuit on Locke."

"Yes. It was indeed me." A bitter smile appeared on Iverson's face: "The hatred of destroying the city almost made my reason collapse. I want revenge at all costs. But just by relying on It seems that I can't do much with my own strength. The direction I specialize in is not the combat-type magic technology. The natal combat doll I have on hand... is actually more suitable for the auxiliary type. Bar."

"So you plan to activate the final act as a means of revenge?" Zhao Nan said.

Iverson said softly: "At that time, I was almost desperate. Not just Locke. There were many, many more. I made a lot of human-like magic equipment people, and I planted them on their bodies. I entered the emotional circuit. I thought that if there were enough of them, a perfect circuit would be born from these experimental products. Locke was randomly created by me during the trip, and was later handed over to the hands of a certain saint. ...You should have gotten Locke from Lord Ulysses."

Zhao Nan nodded.

Iverson sighed and said: "To be honest, making Locke was just a whim at the time, as a thank you gift for taking me in for a while. With my skills at the time, the emotional circuit should be more perfect, but I didn't do that. Maybe I didn't think much of this child subconsciously. However, fate is unpredictable. The child who was the least optimistic at that time grew up to be outstanding among many "brothers"... even far from perfect. It’s just one step away.”

As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Nan deeply, "When Locke was still living here some time ago, he could often hear about you from his mouth. He said that the gentleman he served taught him a lot. I think Locke’s growth must be due to you. At the same time, Sisi was specially prepared for Locke.”

Zhao Nan shrugged and said: "It was an accident. I found it interesting later... In fact, taking Sisi as an opportunity, Locke's growth was beyond my expectations."

"I thought about it a lot later. No matter how many experiments I made, I could never reach a perfect state in the end." Iverson's eyes flashed with a trace of persistence.

This is almost the same as the light shining in the eyes of the old scholars Zhao Nan once knew in the star spirit world.

"...No matter how much they behave like living beings, there is still something missing. I have never been able to figure out what went wrong. It wasn't until I saw Locke that I understood. What the failed experimental subjects lacked What is it?”

"like."

"Whether it's the love between relatives, or the love between friends, or even the love between lovers." Iverson smiled bitterly: "How can a person be called complete if he doesn't know how to love someone? Human? Not to mention creating a real soul out of nothing. However, I... we have ignored it from the beginning. We are just constantly adding in deduction circuits. All behaviors. I think that by relying on this imitation, I will eventually grow into a real person."

"And I myself am a bad old man who doesn't know how to love and is just blinded by hatred. How can I create a magic tool that truly knows how to love?"

Zhao Nan's fingers were tapping on the wooden table, and he could more or less feel a sense of twilight from the old man's body, "Listening to your tone, why do I feel that you seem to have given up on revenge for destroying the city?"

"So what if we kill all the people in the Nord country? The same people who died back then will not be resurrected." Iverson said calmly: "And many of the enemies back then have long since died of old age. The so-called Can revenge only be used to retaliate against their next generation? Can’t I kill all of them by aiming the butcher knife at those who are just guilty of blood-related sins? , and then the hatred for me will continue to be passed down through blood. Their descendants will kill me, and my descendants will kill them. When will this end?"

With the special sigh that only a vicissitudes of life can have, Iverson took a deep breath and said: "Behind the endless vendetta, there will only be an ending of destruction. Pompeii has become history, so let it go. Originally, The original hatred and the destruction of the city could not have been initiated without the intensification of the conflict between the two parties. "

He looked at Zhao Nan and said in a self-deprecating tone: "Perhaps you don't know that before Pompeii was destroyed, Nordo was actually a slave country and was exploited by Pompeii for its research and development. The land provided manpower and materials. It almost reached the point of exhausting the state... But it could not satisfy the appetite of Pompeii, which finally made the whole country of Nordo unbearable and became angry and resisted. "

"Is that so..." Zhao Nan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

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The task he received about the scholar's anger was only found from the remains of the scholars who were destroyed in Pompeii, carrying the anger and resentment of all the dead people in Pompeii.

But before that, there was a history that Zhao Nan didn't know about. Zhao Nan did not expect that before the destruction of the city, the relationship between Pompeii and the Nord country was similar to the relationship between landlords and serfs.

"I don't know where I should go. I have always been a wanderer in the world. I will live in a place for a while, and when I feel that I am ready, I will leave." Iverson said with a hint of disbelief in his eyes: "It wasn't until I came to Tan... I didn’t plan to stay in Nia City for long, but I never imagined that I would meet that child again, and its growth made me feel incredible. Just like this, I lived next to it every day. Observing every move it makes.”

"But when we met again this time, I took a look at Locke." Iverson looked at Zhao Nan with doubts: "First of all, the original power furnace on Locke was not the one I made at any time. But it depends on the technique. If so, it should be the handiwork of a good friend of mine back then. However, he was clearly hiding in the flames of war in Pompeii. Or I can understand that you undoubtedly obtained the inheritance from my friend, so you were able to create it. It's not certain that this power furnace will come out. But this time when I saw Locke, he actually had another power furnace... and this power furnace was clearly from another experimental subject that year, which was made by myself. "

"So, you deliberately let Locke drink the so-called medicine... which is actually just some special materials with repair functions. The purpose is to lure me out and meet you, right?"

"Yes, I just want to know about the other power furnace." Iverson said seriously: "If you can, for the sake of being a fellow scholar, please tell me... what about the other child? how's it going?"

"So, Mal was also made by you?" Zhao Nan stared at the other person, "That kind of half-human, half-magic tool."

Iverson was silent for a long time.

"I have said that in order to get revenge, I tried almost every possible means to complete the true emotional circuit." He said with an apology: "Since it cannot be completely artificially created, I was wondering if I could graft a real living being Methods like sentimental data.”

He looked at his hands, his face turned pale and trembling, "So, how do you ask me to use these sinful hands splattered with blood to do so-called revenge..."

Half human, half magic tool... Naturally, it is impossible to succeed in one go.

So how many times did you fail before you succeeded?

Zhao Nan suddenly felt a chill... As expected, the scholars who fell into paranoia were all a group of lunatics, real lunatics! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!