Chapter 1,369 A Somewhat Awkward Exchange of Letters

As soon as I got home, I started writing to Father God - of course, I knew that there was a more convenient way of communication between the God Realm and the Shadow City. I used Dingdang's Temple (that is, the God Realm's Embassy in the Empire) as a relay and dialed the internal line. Transfer to the manual station 100100, answer the voice prompt of channel A, and then dial the number 2 key to directly contact God the Father: if he happens to be at home. But if it’s a non-emergency situation, we actually prefer to write each other a note. This was Father God's habit at first. He often asked Bingtis to bring me one or two small notes torn from Cyndia or Jiadi's homework books to convey greetings, and then I was given Infected……

Anyway, I have to leave in a few days, so I might as well write a letter.

Little Bubble is writing homework on the coffee table next to her: she is also a student studying at the Imperial Military Academy. Although she is wandering around in different grades and classes, she still learned some things, such as writing when she comes home from school. Homework, and more than 20,000 words "morning" were carved on the outer wall of the preschool teaching building - okay, the little girl obviously misunderstood something during class, but at least she remembered the "doing homework" correctly. The scene of my precious daughter lying on the coffee table and working out made me happy. This was probably the most fulfilling moment for me as a father. Little Bubble was holding the pen in a non-standard posture, and was writing and drawing in her mouth. I couldn't help but leaned over to see what she was writing, but when I took a look, I almost cried with emotion: Practice The first half of the page is filled with drawings of little tortoises, and the second half of the page is the design of the fortress firepower platform.

This is very similar to the homework book I used when I was in elementary school, except that I drew the little tortoise on the first half of the page and the big tortoise on the second half of the page... From this point of view, Little Paopao is more diligent than her father. They are eager to learn, and the children of the imperial family are very capable in their homework.

Which bastard taught Little Paopao how to draw a tortoise!

"Guacridine?" Little Bubble noticed that the light above was blocked. She looked up and found that I was looking at her. She immediately became happy and shouted happily, raising her homework book in front of me, "Dad! Look!"

"Oh." I touched the little girl's head, "How about I tear up a piece of paper and send it to your uncle Xingchen?"

The little girl nodded happily, so I carefully tore off a piece of paper with the little tortoise on it from the front of the homework book (making sure not to tear off the little girl's serious homework - although I doubt whether there is a teacher who can check her drawings. Drawing), write on the back with a letterhead, and crumple up the draft I wrote on ordinary letter paper and throw it aside: I am better off keeping up with the big brother. Writing letters using my daughter’s homework paper seems to give me a sense of accomplishment. .

"My friend Xingchen: I miss you after not seeing you for many days. I hope everything goes well in the past few days. The void is so far apart... I can't drag it down anymore, so the following is the text: I will go to your place in a few days, Bingtis There was an accident when using divine magic, and now I am in a very awkward situation. I don’t know much about divine magic, and I would like to ask you for help. In addition, there are some things about Xiling’s ancestors and the home world that I hope the gods can help investigate. Maybe We need to use your huge database of information. It is said that the giant database cannot be opened until it is prepared in advance, so I wrote to inform you in advance...

"Attached is a painting of a little girl called Bubble. Although the little girl has subtle cognitive problems in various aspects, so that she, a girl, has learned to draw little tortoises in her homework book, but her drawings are very similar to those of me back then. The style, so I attached it to have fun with my friends.

"PS: On the other side, there are those biscuits with legs and heads."

Finally, write the payment date. I looked at my cursive hand with satisfaction. Except for the name, which was written as normal, the other parts were basically as if they had been encrypted. As I vomited, I thought that maybe I really should practice my handwriting...

"Bingtis! Help me deliver a message to the God Realm -" I yelled in the direction of the second floor out of habit, and then I realized that the female gangster was stuck with me now, and the words "Sister Bing" also sounded in my mind. Depressed voice: "I'm yelling at you, I'm here!"

I am used to it, because Bingtis is usually responsible for running back and forth between the God Realm and the capital of the empire, delivering news and bringing some specialties or personal gifts to the leaders of both sides - for example, he is always She stole and ate the box of leeks given to Father God on the road. Since when did that female rogue become the messenger between the Gods and the Empire? When I thought about it, I realized that I had been keeping Bingtis running around for a lot of things, not only communicating with the God Realm, but also occasionally having her run around to save the field when I was short of manpower. I have been lectured by this female hooligan whose experience can scare people to death more than once when I have things that I don’t understand. Everyone in the family is used to consulting Bingtis when they encounter life problems: Although her solutions have always been very rough, those words Rough preaching is always very effective.

Although Bingtis always gives people the impression of being idle. But now she has really become a stuck "idler", and I slowly remembered what she did on weekdays. It's just that this careless guy is too incapable of showing off his actions, and everyone ignores her. Running around here and there is taken for granted. At least that's how I am.

Now, even to send a letter to the God Realm, I have to find someone else temporarily.

"What are you thinking about?" Bingtis noticed that I was stunned for a long time, and finally couldn't help shouting, "Let Lin deliver the message! That girl is the fastest runner in the Dingdang team, just let her go - If I can't move, you can't think of others, right?"

"Oh, you don't know that I'm slow-minded," I quickly nodded and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Lin!"

An unclear response from the Dragon God girl came from the yard, and then I heard a loud bang from the door, and Lin appeared in front of me like a golden whirlwind. On such a cold day, she still wore the same cool outfit, a small waistcoat, a leather skirt, and even strappy sandals on her feet. It seemed like it was time to remind this stupid dragon to pay attention to the weather changes. Is she still cold? Secondly, what if I take her out and someone calls the police and accuses me of bullying an intellectually disabled underage girl? Lin forgets about disguise every now and then...

The Dragon God girl is holding a big pair of gardening shears in her right hand. It seems that she was helping Anweina to plant a flower bush just now. She is holding the door of our house with her left hand. It seems...it seems that the door of our house needs to be replaced again.

"Send this to the God Realm." I handed over the "letter" in my hand. I felt something was wrong when I saw the door that the Dragon God Girl had pulled down, so I rummaged around in my pocket for a while and handed the letter and a few letters to Xingchen. The small snacks were placed in a small box of astrology stones, and the small box was placed in the lockbox. The password box was placed in the safe of the military aircraft. There was also a layer of rechargeable armor on the outside of the safe of the military aircraft. He solemnly pushed the box, which was already a person tall and could withstand the end of the world, in front of the strange girl, "Well, Sister Long, You must handle it with care, God the Father Himself..."

Lin was originally timid. This time, she was directly frightened by the large number of safe boxes and the words "God Father". She threw the gardening shears and my front door aside, and almost tremblingly put the box I pushed over to it. She had lost her own personal space, and when she looked up again, she had a look of death on her face. I am afraid that this girl had to go to the abyss gate to send this letter with a mentality of bravery: looking at her eyes, Qianqian smashed the teacher back then. Director's glass. This was the look in my eyes when I took the initiative to go to the Academic Affairs Office to take the blame.

"Um, don't be nervous. I'm just afraid that your hands will be too strong and damage the letters and snacks." I felt that it was necessary to let this timid and abnormal Dragon God girl relax, so while saying this, I came out of the portable space again. He took out a small pocket of muffins baked by Anweina and stuffed them in. "This is for you to eat on the way. Go early and come back early."

The Dragon God girl nodded happily. He turned around and opened the portal leading to the Grand Temple of the World Tree and left: a pack of snacks can buy you like this, and it's not a loss at all if you are usually bullied.

Bingtis watched the whole process and couldn't help shouting: "Damn! How could it be more unfair! I usually run so many times for you, but you haven't even given me any food on the way. How come you are doing this in such a muddle-headed way?" My little dragon has some snacks to eat! You just want to pamper a girl who is cute and soft-tempered, right?"

I chuckled in the spiritual connection: "Tell me, do you usually eat less on the road? I asked you to carry a bottle of soy sauce to Father God and you secretly drank half of the bottle to taste the saltiness - you and Sandra are really It’s worthy of being played together tens of millions of years ago.”

Then Bingtis fell silent.

"Do you want to bring someone with you to the God Realm this time?" My sister saw that I was done with my work and handed over a peeled orange while asking softly. "How long will it take to go?"

"I'm alone... I just need to bring Bingtis with me. Just treat me as a drop-in." I gave Little Bubble a piece of orange and watched the little girl suck it like a squirrel holding a pine cone. Juice said casually, "They should stay there for about three to five days to see what they can find from those ancient giants. The age of the Xiling people... that is ancient enough for the gods. , I’m afraid it will take a while to find information. By the way, we also need to solve the problem of Bingtis..."

There are only these two things that need to be solved when going to the God Realm. Thinking about it this way, what I have to face is an easy journey.

"By the way. Let me remind you, take my body with you when you leave," Bingtis suddenly said in my mind, "Losing control of divine magic may not necessarily mean that there is a problem with the soul. It's best to take your body with you." On the body.”

I raised my head and looked across from the long coffee table. Bingtis' body was sitting there dignifiedly, with an expressionless face, eyes slightly closed, hands folded on his thighs, and ankle-length silver hair hanging down his back. It opened like a silver waterfall, and the winter sunshine shone on her body. It was not known whether the holy light in the goddess' body resonated with it, making her whole body surrounded by a vague halo. This is the calm version of Bingtis, as beautiful as a porcelain doll, but lifeless.

This body could still feel the gazes around her and could respond to them a little, so she followed my gaze and raised her head slightly, looking here blankly.

"How about it, I'm very beautiful, right?" Bingtis's soul said loudly in my mind, "Hey mom, it turns out that I am so beautiful from this perspective, I thought that I really have no femininity at all. Well - tell the truth, are you fascinated, are you fascinated..."

Without saying a word, I took out a large piece of tarpaulin and went up to cover Bingtis (body) from head to toe.

"Hey, let me go, what are you doing!"

"It's glaring, cover it to block light."

Lin's action efficiency was very fast. She came back from the God Realm that afternoon, and she brought back many gifts: they were brought here by God Father, including snacks special to the God Realm and some other strange gadgets. You can tell at a glance that it was given to a large group of naughty children here. She also received a reply from Father God. I stuffed a piece of special honey produced by the Goddess of Life Temple into my mouth, and shook open the letter paper with little stars and squares painted on it: This thing is definitely from Father God. It was torn out of my daughter’s homework book. The two of us are completely in tune with each other in this regard.

"My friend Chen Jun, I have received the painting he sent me. It is very creative, but I don't understand what the annotation on the back of the painting means..."

I:"……"

Bingtis laughed like crazy in my mind in an instant: "Pfft hahaha! Look at your bad words like a dog chewing! Father God has a blind eye..."

I lowered my head and buried my head deep in my crotch. What's wrong with the ugly handwriting? What's wrong with the only decent writing of my name and "read"? Do you know Picasso, do you know Van Gogh, do you know Malevich - okay, what I wrote It might be a little harder to understand than the paintings they drew, but I think the more important reason is that Father God has poor eyesight...

"That..." Lin looked at me carefully. As if I was afraid that I would be bullied because of something I did wrong, I weakly waved my hand to her and asked my sister to help me write a new note. I asked the Dragon God Girl to make another trip: It’s really hard work for this honest girl.

After Lin left, I went to the second floor and found Sandora who was reviewing official documents in her room about the ancestors. It's time to have a serious discussion with her.

Sandora's room was transformed by herself to look like a starship command center. The four walls were covered with various terminals and projection equipment. When I entered, she was surrounded by a lot of dazzling holographic images. They are all plans or new research and development materials uploaded below that need to be reviewed by the emperor. I also saw the design drawings of the next generation abyssal submersible ship and a strange-looking catamaran battleship: this should be something submitted by Tavel.

Shandora looked up and saw me, and a happy smile immediately appeared on her face: "Arjun, you are here. Let's take a look at this - Tavel combined a small disassembly generator and a weapon carrying platform, a rough prototype of the new spaceship That’s it…”

She pointed at the weird-looking catamaran spaceship and said happily. It turned out to be what Tavel had said before, a new type of warship specially designed for the small disassembly generator (Genesis). I was very moved when I saw the concept drawing of the spaceship. : Tavel finally listened to my suggestion and did not design a spaceship that looked like one coffin. It looked like two coffins...

"Um..." I tried to divert my eyes away from the two coffins lined up side by side, thinking that Tavel would probably not be able to change her aesthetics in this life. Don't try too hard on this. "We'll talk about the spaceship later. Today I mainly want to talk to you about the ancestors. I saw Ansers this morning, and there are others who have just completed their resurrection." Ancestors..."

I talked for a full thirty minutes, pouring out everything I saw in the morning and what I had thought before. I knew that Sandora's previous attitude towards her ancestors and the decisions she made were all out of good intentions. And from the perspective of the Xiling apostle, these are "no problem", but as the saying goes, if the authorities are obsessed with it and care about it, it will be chaotic, even the wise and thoughtful empress. There are times when she doesn’t think things through, so I have to remind her all at once to make her realize that in addition to being creators, her ancestors are also a group of mortals who are very fragile physically and mentally.

Shandora didn't interrupt from beginning to end, but listened quietly with a thoughtful expression, occasionally nodding slightly. After I finished everything, she stood up and poured me water, and then she said: "So...that's it. "

"I originally expected you to think of this by yourself," I took the water cup and drank most of it in one go. "Bingtis was right what he said at the beginning. Resurrecting the ancestors was a very reckless move. To resurrect a few of the extinct ethnic groups. With a few people, it can easily become a torture for them. Although the apostles are the heirs of the Xiling civilization, but now you see, in addition to the presentation relationship, there are also 'compatriots' between the apostles and the Xiling people. What?"

Shandora turned off a lot of projections in the room, and the surroundings suddenly became refreshed. She sat back at her desk and sighed softly: "Ajun, actually I know everything, and I have also imagined what would happen if I was... What would it be like to be frozen for a trillion years, and then be awakened by a group of strange beings in a completely unfamiliar environment, and then end my life... It's just that I don't think as much as you think, and I can't really empathize with that fate... Sorry, I didn’t think carefully.”

I was surprised because I originally thought it would take a lot of effort to change her mind: Her Majesty’s decision-making has always been as indestructible as steel, but I didn’t expect her to nod so easily. You said I had prepared for two hours before. What to do with the manuscript...

"Well," I scratched my hair, "Now I have asked my ancestors to sort out the voyage logs from that year. In addition, I plan to relax the travel restrictions on them. If they are accompanied by royal guards, they should be willing to wander around the Shadow City. There’s nothing wrong with it, what do you think?”

"Listen to you," Sandora breathed out loudly and waved her hands vigorously, "I won't care too much about this matter anymore. You are right. I always measure my ancestors by apostles or even higher standards. , but it’s torture for them.”

"...You're not going to give up on yourself after being hit, right?" I couldn't help but step forward and pinch Sandora's face.

"Chai Wuyu (no)!" Sandora forcefully opened my paw, "It's just that what you said is right, so I have to listen. Isn't that what being a partner means? Supporting each other, correcting each other, you are me The other half, I am your...um..."

At this point, Sandora paused: "Well, I am one-third of your other half..."

Me: "...You don't have to calculate carefully at this time!"

"Damn, it's so stressful to be stuck here," Bingtis's voice suddenly cut in, "You two, pay attention, there's a passive light bulb here."

I almost forgot that this female gangster is still here! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read it.)