Led Todd back to the tavern, Rachel asked the bartender for a bottle of water and poured a glass for each of them.

Todd picked up the cup, took a sip, and asked, "When you infiltrated the Council of Elders, the old man named Eliade didn't seem to intend to embarrass you, knowing that you had entered his library without permission and copied his notes, even though he had put you in prison in the end?"

There was a hint of sentimentality in Richel's soothing tone: "I have the impression that Eliad is an eccentric old man. He gave me life, but he didn't treat me like an experiment. When I was young, he would provide me with food and clothing, and he would allow me to move freely. Perhaps, in his opinion, my presence dispelled some of his loneliness and made him feel the warmth of family. ”

"So, do you know anything about Meredith, Grand Master of the Discord Legion?"

"Speaking of Meredith, I was shocked to hear her say who she was in prison. I never thought that the Raven Girl in the Shadow Nation was a Gutello who had lived for thousands of years, let alone that she was the Grand Master of the Discord Legion and the daughter of the sage Sutherland......" Richer said incredulously: "I have heard many rumors about the Legion Leader in the Presbyterian Church, some say that she is a thousand years ago xenomorph hero, and some say that she personally slaughtered thousands of people and completely wiped out several countries from the map. ”

Todd recalled the incomprehensible woman's words and deeds, and sighed, "I heard her say that Eliade was resurrecting her father, the sage Sutherland, but it doesn't sound like she's in favor of it. ”

Rachel bit her lip and said after a second thought, "Todd, promise me one thing, you try not to interfere in Sutherland's affairs. ”

"Why?"

"Because we don't have to fight Sutherland...... When Eleanor's replication experiment succeeded, Eliad found a way to resurrect Sutherland. Not only that, but he also used a special thing to improve and enhance the effect of the experiment. This kind of thing is a tyrant. ”

"Meredith and Eliad have been working together for decades, with the former providing the tyrant and the latter leading the experiments. Sutherland, supplied by a constant supply of tyrants, has grown into an exceptionally powerful and invincible monster. He survives in the magma of the Supuha Mountains, growing bigger and stronger. The day he recovers will be the day the whole world will change. ”

Todd stared into Richel's eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Do you think Sutherland's resurrection is a good thing for the alien race?"

Rachel grabbed the shredded hair from his ear and said as he circled his hand, "In the past, my confirmation was that the resurrection of the sages was a good thing for the alien race. Because the power of the different races is feared by the world, in the end, they will not be able to integrate into this society. Only when a powerful xenomorph leader emerges and leads the xenos to overthrow other countries and purge other races can the era of xenos be ushered in once and for all. ”

"However, as time went on and things went on, I began to doubt what I had in mind before. Can a monster that destroys everything really bring about a peaceful world, and even if the aliens wipe out the rest of the races and destroy all the kingdoms, can we really have peace and no more fighting?"

Rachel shook his head self-deprecatingly: "The answer is naturally no. So, I tried to change my thinking, trying to find a suitable leader in the secular kingdom to reconcile the contradictions between the xenomorphs and the ordinary people, hoping to find a balance point where the xenos and normal people can sit together and coexist peacefully like neighbors and colleagues. After years of searching, I did find a suitable person, and that person was you......"

Todd nodded slightly, motioning for Rachel to continue.

"Todd, you have shown wisdom, tolerance, and foresight in matters of racial compatibility that many kings and leaders do not possess. As long as you are in control of the overall situation, there will be no intolerable scene between xenos and ordinary people. ”

Speaking of this, Richer smiled bitterly and touched her forehead: "But I still forgot one thing after all, and that is the heir." ”

"Todd, sooner or later, you're going to die. Whether it's your children to inherit your throne, or a democratic cabinet to continue the rule of the country. The contradiction between the xenomorph and the ordinary person will erupt again sooner or later. At that time, no one can guarantee that the leader of the country will have the same vision and bearing as you. The most likely thing is that things will come back to square one again. ”

Todd listened to Richel's words and said thoughtfully, "That's why you want to crack the secret of the Beacon Tower, leave this world with a different race, and find a new place to live again?"

The latter closed his eyes and said slowly, "Whether it's the church or the gods." Eleanor, Eliad, Sutherland...... If these people want to fight for this world, then let them fight for it. What I hope to do is to bring all the aliens who yearn for peace and are tired of fighting to another distant time and space through the Beacon Tower, where they can start a new life. ”

Todd gently shook Rachel's hand and said softly, "If there really is such a day, I can also unload the burden on my body, find a field between the mountains and rivers, and spend the rest of my life......"

Rachel grabbed Todd's hand, his eyes blurred, and he unconsciously began to approach the other party.

At this moment, a young man in a black cloak stumbled into the tavern and said something urgently.

Richer frowned, turned his head, and said a few words to the man in imperial Chinese.

As the two talked, Rachel's expression became more and more serious, and the speed of his speech became more and more rapid.

Seeing that they were finished talking and the young man left the tavern, Todd turned to Rachel and asked, "What happened?"

"A wanted criminal of the Presbyterian Church, appeared in the city. ”

"Wanted?"

Rachel looked at Todd and said, "You know this man, he is the murderer of Theodore, the president of the Relief Society, and his name is the laryngeal bone. ”

Todd recalled for a few seconds, finally remembering the owner of the name.

The emaciated, pale, gloomy young man always liked the circus master who hid in the dark.

Rachel hesitated for a moment, then added, "At the side of the throat bone, the spies of the Xenomorph Society have found another person, another person you are familiar with......"

Todd looked at Richel's expression and couldn't help frowning: "Who is it?"

"Do you still have an impression of the old monk of the Monastery of St. Sidlo, your first nominal teacher, Myris?"

Todd was stunned and froze where he was.