Chapter 753: Bella Vera Wakes up Again

Shadow City has undergone some new changes recently, mainly including more blocks and many new residents.

Of course, the monsters in Gensokyo will not stay bored in Avalon forever after they settle down. Many lively or curious monsters often come out to play. Cirno opened a cold drink shop in a prime location in the city, and her supply was of course purely handmade fairy popsicles.

Wenwen applied to join the Space-Time Management Bureau, and after three failed assessments, she finally reluctantly joined the World Patrol as a trainee. Now she is a glorious military reporter. She is still busy writing her Wenwen Daily every day, which is different from before. Yes, the publication speed and credibility of the newspaper have obviously improved, and the content is much richer - such as the interview after Claude saved the world.

Marisa opened her magic shop in the blood elf city, selling some potions or other magic products that she made by herself. It is said that the business is unexpectedly good. The only regret is that the habit of a certain black and white has not changed, and The failure rate of committing a crime under the nose of a group of blood elf magisters is 100%. Now, on average, Reimu or Yakumo Murasaki will stop by the Silver Moon Security Office to collect someone every five days. It is said that Patchouli was still alive when Marisa was imprisoned. Went for a friendly visit to the prison, but Marisa's sentence was extended the next day: Patchouli brought her a Blu-ray version of "Prison Break".

As expected, Alice enrolled in the Imperial Military Academy and rented an empty house near the school as a training workshop. It is said that her performance in magic puppetry and alchemy are among the best in the class. Unfortunately, her battleship control skills seem to be at the bottom. There was no way she would be able to pass before the new millennium. I don’t know which bastard recommended her to enroll in that major.

Hakurei Reimu is still the city manager of Shadow City. I initially forced her to work on this job out of spite and asked her to work to pay off her debts. I didn’t expect that she actually persisted. Now Reimu is patrolling seriously every day, and her big fluttering bow can often be seen passing by in the neighborhoods where monsters gather. In her own words: It is much easier to patrol a place in the world where there are least likely to be terrorists than to solve the mutations in Gensokyo, and there are endless employee benefits, which is simply great.

But I suspect that she just feels that it is easier to be lazy in this job of often patrolling alone. I believe that Reimu will not be lazy. I would rather hope that Sicaro will give up his bag.

Yakumo Purple has not been seen very much recently. After the carnival, the workload of the dimensional hub has dropped significantly, and the dimensional diversion points opened in other worlds and the Koprulu sector of this universe have also reduced the work intensity of the hub square. , Yakumo Murasaki may be busy taking a nap every day. Only occasionally when checking the management personnel registration form, she can still see her name, which shows that the big monster who is about to enter the hibernation period is still in the "working girl" state. "state.

As mentioned before, Yakumo Blue's clothing store is still open normally. I have visited it several times and was deeply shocked by the slogan of that place: pure fur, fake fur will be punished by ten, winter supply, fresh Reliable, fox velvet is sold at 20% off, and the ones still growing on the body are not sold - monsters have dignity, and visitors are not allowed to change their fur.

That line caused my eyes to wander many times in a row, observing the fluffy big tail of a certain fox girl with probing eyes, until I was finally pushed out of the store by the blushing nine-tailed girl.

Facts have proved that the phenomenon of self-produced and sold is very popular among the monsters in Gensokyo.

I just went to the base in the city center ten minutes ago, where I met Tavel's mass projection. Now her body is personally leading the detailed dismantling of the last star ring fragment at the Kuiper Belt base. It can be seen from the transmitted impact that the huge star ring fragments have been dismantled into fragmented machinery floating in the space over a large area, as if the strong wind carrying countless sand and stones suddenly stopped, and various probes flickered with light. Quickly shuttle between the fragments, trying to redraw the structure of the fragments in their intact state, and trying to find out who dropped this most special fragment.

Tavel's report is very optimistic. The power of the Dark Goddess has cleared many research obstacles for us in advance. Maybe within a few days, Tavel will be able to bring him good news.

In addition to meeting Tavel's mass projection, I also met an unexpected person in the base: Ares, the Atlantis warrior.

He recently had a checkup at the Cooperation Research Center. A research team is analyzing the ancient scientific expedition team information carried in the Atlantean data storage device, and reverse engineering the Atlanteans is obviously the best practical method, of course, through safe and gentle methods Method.

The series of biochemical modifications carried out by the old empire on the Atlantean civilization are now regarded as unscrupulous, although the Atlanteans themselves are not dissatisfied with this treatment at all, and even express their gratitude to "the great god for giving them power." We are grateful for this, but we cannot ignore those twisted and weird synthetic monsters, cyborgs, corpse guards, and Valkyries and Anubis made from the souls of living people. In any case, the old empire has proven that The old path full of hidden dangers cannot be repeated. Even if the living body modification technology is re-used, we must ensure its safety and humanity.

It is now half past nine in the morning. For a busy city, it is already a time when the city's machines are running at high speed. Although Shadow City does not have an ordinary business and capital system, the city will still be very prosperous at this time every day. There are all kinds of strange vehicles and low-flying three-headed mercury lanterns on the road. The shops on both sides are also entertaining travelers from all over the world. The city patrols walk through the streets along different patrol routes every day. Cirno squats at the door and breaks her hand. He counted his income yesterday with his fingers. There is only one quiet place to go: Sylvia's shop.

Opened in a military zone, the store manager is slow and never advertises. Every now and then he forgets to open the store because he didn't think of it. Apart from being quiet, there really is no other advantage to a store like this.

After stopping by the research institute, I saw that it was still early and there was nothing to do. I strolled towards the border of the military zone to see if the person I had been waiting for the past two days had appeared.

In order to ensure the last remaining customers of a certain silver-haired mole, Paopao deliberately opened a door on the military zone isolation barrier on the side of the dessert shop. Turning from the small arms research and development factory, you can go directly to the front of the store. However, in order to ensure To ensure security inside the military zone, Sivis later had to set up a large number of sentry guns and guards near this "exceptional passage" - this fundamentally eliminated the possibility of Sylvia's business flourishing.

On weekdays, when mass-produced consoles are being handed over, little girls are often seen walking in twos and threes on this quiet trail. Why are those mass-produced bubbles that should have no personality interested in desserts to this day? Mystery: Various tests have shown that there is no personality phenomenon in the mass production bubble yet. But let them do whatever they like, even if it's just some vague conditioned reflexes. I've also added some allowances to the mass-produced bubbles specifically for this purpose: money specifically used to buy candies and puddings.

Pushing open the glass door of the dessert shop, the melodious wind chimes and the crisp and cheerful greeting rang at the same time, making people stunned: "Welcome!"

I raised my head in surprise, only to find that the silver-haired girl in front of me was looking at me with a bright smile with eight teeth. Behind this girl who looked exactly like Sylvia, there were two more people standing. Guys who are dressed the same, look the same, and have the same height.

"Ah, it's Your Majesty - today is really a lucky day. I can entertain His Majesty on my third day at work."

"Raven?" I was a little stunned, "What's the date?"

"Raven 998 salutes you!" The silver-haired girl wearing Sylvia's shop's characteristic waiter dress bowed cheerfully, "If it's you, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Um, okay..." I replied casually, and sat down in my usual seat in front of the window. I watched the mass-produced raven numbered 998 hurriedly preparing coffee for myself. The clumsy look was different from the gentle and steady one just now. The image of the clerk creates a huge contrast: the raven who is obviously a master in magic is not necessarily astute in other aspects.

After a period of clanking noise in front of the coffee table, Raven 998 turned to look at me apologetically: "Well, Your Majesty, is it okay for you to have tea?"

I nodded, and then watched with a twitching expression as 998 continued to harm another set of equipment. A few minutes later:

"Your Majesty, what do you think of orange juice?"

"I... I just drink water," I quickly waved my hand, "If you have any problems at work, we can talk about it. If you have any objections to Sylvia, we can discuss them face to face. Don't do this..."

Raven 998 glanced at the water dispenser next to him troubledly, and after thinking about it, he came over and said, "Your Majesty, I'd better chat with you."

Where did this guy come from? That mechanical idiot Sylvia can at least use a water dispenser!

"Usually, you are a soldier. You have centralized logistics. You have never done housework or used these civilian equipment." Raven 998 stroked his hair in embarrassment, while the other two ravens pretended to clean next to him and laughed softly. "And I've only been here for three days, so I'm not used to it."

Only then did I think of asking what was going on, but Raven 998 said something that made me unable to react for a while: "Because I want to do something to help the mother body, but the mother body doesn't want to do anything except open a store. We sisters The three of us discussed it and decided to come over and work."

I looked at the empty shop. There was not a single customer. In theory, except for a few mass-produced bubbles that could come to buy candy at noon or one or two misakas that came in the afternoon, the business of this shop today would stop at this. Okay, three part-time clerks suddenly popped up in front of me. How much irreconcilable conflicts do they have with Sylvia? Why would they want to harm that silver-haired man so hard - Sylvia eats by herself? We all have to rely on Shadow City subsidies, okay?

Um, speaking of Sylvia, I haven’t seen her since just now. Where has she been? One of the purposes of coming here this time is to find her...well, strictly speaking, it is to find another person in her body.

"You are indeed looking for the mother. She is resting in the back while we are looking at the store." Raven 998 turned its attention to the small door leading to the back of the store. "Maybe she will wake up soon. She has been sleeping for a long time in the past two days. Time, it is said that it is necessary to communicate with the Bella Vera mother body."

Just as Raven 998 finished speaking, the small door was suddenly pushed open. Sylvia rubbed her eyes and drifted out, walking straight to me: "Morning. Oh, it seems it's getting late."

I was stunned for a moment by the other party's fluent and natural words, and then suddenly realized: "Bella Vera? It's you now?"

"Ah, rest for 1p, now it's 2p. Sylvia said you went to the God Realm, so you might come to me. I have been preparing for the past two days, and let Sylvia recharge her batteries." The former fallen emperor who shared Sylvia's body yawned, stood up and took a few cakes from behind the counter, while calling to the clerk, "Who is that, number 998, right? Make me a cup of coffee... …”

I rubbed my forehead: "Didn't you see that the coffee pot was broken in half?"

Bella Vera was stunned for a moment while holding the cake, and looked at 998 with a strange expression: "Is there any tea?"

Then she saw the front teacup that had been burned into glass by arcane flames.

Belavera bit the cake in her mouth and had a subtle expression when facing 998: "What is your main dissatisfaction with this world?"

Raven 998 held his head and went to the door to think about it.

"It's so embarrassing to share a body with Sylvia. Her stupid behavior always causes trouble for others, especially me: there is no way to avoid it. Let Raven do this? It's a shame she can think of it." Bella Vera shook He raised his head and handed over a chocolate pudding, "Would you like to try it? Sylvia made this by herself. That girl is only good at making desserts, which is barely passable."

"Don't you think it's inappropriate for you, half a store manager, to eat the products you're selling in your store?"

"Ha, you have to eat it after a while anyway. That idiot Sylvia, did you open a shop in the military area? Let's not talk about this. Let's talk about you first. You have been in the God Realm for many days. During this period The Temple of the World Tree has suddenly grown in a circle. There are also many technicians in the research institute who seem to be busy with something, and even the Bubbles don't come often - it seems that you have experienced a lot in the God Realm."

Maybe it's because after a long period of deep sleep, people always have a strong desire to talk. Even Bellavilla eating something in her mouth doesn't affect her chattering to herself, but compared with a certain supreme dragon god, this magician The Queen of Girls is far from it.

"Huh? Don't you trust me?"

Bellavilla asked suddenly.

"Of course not," I waved my hand. Although the situation unfolded very strangely at that time, Bellavilla is indeed in her own camp now. She is the mother body of all ravens, and she shares the body and authority with Sylvia. Here, In this case, I had no need to hide anything from her, "I was just talking to the organization - it's still about the fallen apostle. I know that you used to be their senior figure, so you may know something else."

At the moment, I told the other party what I had experienced in the God Realm, especially the possible ultimate goal of the fallen apostle. Bella Villa had told us a lot about this topic before, but because her time for each appearance was very limited. , and the internal situation of the fallen apostle is too complicated, and the information I got from her is really not enough.

"Changing the pattern of the void? Maybe it's a very close answer." Bellave stretched his waist and said in a rather careless tone, "Oh, you may not be able to understand what a fallen apostle is. Organizational form. I told you, there are many contradictions, suspicions, hostility, and even acts of stabbing people behind the scenes among the fallen apostles. After losing their spiritual network and distorting their personalities, everyone is a little neurotic, but in this case Under the circumstances, the Fallen Apostles are still operating in an organized manner and have the same highest goal - don’t you find it strange?”

"You mean, the fallen apostles have a supreme leader or something like that?"

I thought about it and said uncertainly. The former Xiling Apostles maintained extreme discipline and stability under the joint rule of one hundred and thirty-five emperors because all of them had a core goal of "fighting the abyss and developing the race", and because of this An extremely strict permission system was established for the goal, but now that great goal no longer exists, and there may be something wrong with their permission system: permissions may still exist, but among fallen apostles at the same level, the permission system is The restraint may have gotten out of hand, which is why Occam was able to attack Bellavilla from behind.

Under such circumstances, the stability and common progress of the race can no longer rely on the self-discipline of individual apostles, but must appear like a "lower race" with a figure who can rule everything with absolute skill.

If this is the case, the problem of internal strife among the fallen apostles still exists. They are just pursuing the same goal with their own motives. Although this goal is indeed what the fallen apostles want, it cannot make them monolithic.

"The Supreme Ruler..." Bellavilla lowered her head and pondered, "It's very similar, but I'm not sure."

I was immediately shocked: "Have you never met your immediate boss?"

"Maybe no one has seen him," Bellavilla looked into my eyes, "All the fallen apostles use 'that lord' to call a certain guy, he speaks directly in our spiritual world, and we directly execute His order, this is the entire exchange. I have never seen the other person's true face, I can only confirm that it is a real 'person', and a member of the old empire. God knows who obtained that kind of power after the catastrophe. Power. All the actions of the fallen apostles so far have been carried out under the instructions of the 'adult'. It can be said that apart from him, there is no other class among the fallen apostles. Everyone is an executor. Only the level of strength, the weak The instinct of obeying the strong. Therefore, I am not very clear about the detailed plan of the entire group of fallen apostles. Because except for a unified ultimate goal, all plans do not belong to us. This cake tastes good, and as expected, I still eat it by myself. It makes sense, usually we can only know the taste of certain foods from Sylvia’s memories..."

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you." I stood up and poured a glass of orange juice for Bellavera while trying to calm down my mood, "In other words... you don't even know what that guy looks like? You don't even know what the opponent's power is, and then you just obey orders? Are all fallen apostles m?"

Bellavilla put down the food in his hand, stared into my eyes, raised his hand and pointed at his head: "We really don't know what that guy's power is, but at least he can do one thing: cut off this."

"Head?"

"The spiritual power of Xiling Apostle."