"Ahaha, I see. I didn't expect Xiao Lynn to have a girl she admired, and time flies really fast. ”

If a normal person's negotiation power level is 10, then Sylvia's negotiation power should be 0.1. Therefore, after she met this young man, her first reaction was to hang her head down, look away, and not even thank you. However, this still could not prevent the leakage of "intelligence".

Falling to the ground because of the loss of control of the magic eye - meeting a good Samaritan to pick himself up by the way - his little secret was discovered!

The only thing she could be sure of was that the young man who called himself Caures Flvigi Yugdomirenia simply pushed his glasses and smiled as if he understood something, and dragged the girl to an office on this level, which according to the girl's eyes, belonged to a certain deputy minister (i.e., deputy minister).

"It's been 10 years in the blink of an eye, and I have the impression that little Lynn is still a little guy who always has unpleasant eyes. Speaking of which, don't be a joke, I didn't even dare to face Xiao Lynn face to face, I always felt that after being stared at by his blue eyes, he would be used as experimental materials to do antimatter experiments the next moment. ”

After telling a bad joke, the young man poured out a cup of black tea and handed it to Sylvia.

"Here, I was eaten by magic just now, and drinking a cup of black tea should make you a little more comfortable."

"Thank you, thank you."

Lowering her head and whispering a word of thanks, the girl took a sip of the black tea, and was surprised to find that the magic circuit that was still vaguely painful began to warm, as if the black tea did have magical power.

"I feel better."

The young man asked earnestly.

"It's fine." The girl made an uncertain sound, although her magic circuit was indeed smooth now, but for some reason, her left eye kept beating from the beginning.

Maybe it's the after-effects of the Magic Eye. The girl who encountered this reaction for the first time comforted herself.

"So"

With his elbows on the table and his hands staggered over his chin, the young man's glasses glowed strangely. Motioning to the orc-shaped demon he had just summoned to bring down the teacup, the young man staggered with the girl with a very interested look.

"If you can, would you like to have a good chat with me?"

"The thing about little Lynn -- I haven't had much contact with him since his 'eyes turned red.'"

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"Phew, I've finally escaped."

Exaggeratedly patted her chest, and now thinking back to the experience in the deputy minister's office, the girl still had some palpitations.

The two-hour "torture", knocking on the side and even seducing the topic from all directions, wanted to get some "private information about Lynn" from his own mouth.

Fortunately, the shy (to outsiders) girl had been struggling, summarizing all the answers with "Ahhh

Now, the girl finally remembered this young man with a familiar and more familiar name.

Corres Flvigi Yugdomirenia, the abandoned nobleman, is a remnant of the Thousand Worlds Tree, just like the Helsings family and the Mujik family that they just saw in "history".

Ten years ago, he was escorted to the Clock Tower as a hostage, and then spent a year proving his harmlessness, and then joined the thirteenth department of the Clock Tower, climbed up step by step, and even sat in the position of second minister at the beginning of this year - although the official has deliberately suppressed it, but considering his own poor strength, he still gave a little indulgence in this regard.

That's why this young man can sit in this position at this age.

It's horrible.

Sylvia let out a sad cry, she is not the best at face-to-face with this kind of politician, and becoming friends with the same sex is still for the sake of the other party's perseverance for many years, forget it with men, Miss Sylvia feels that she will not be able to talk to men normally in her life.

Thinking of this, she fell into an inexplicable low pressure again.

"Hey"

With another long sigh, the girl got into the elevator she had taken, and this was the best way to move around in the Ministry of Magic.

Then, the light is born from the heart.

In the girl's left eye, countless lights flashed.

Half of the consciousness is detached from the body, abstracted into something indescribable, half of the field of vision is occupied by streamers, and the other half can clearly see all the details of the incandescent light in the elevator, as if someone had separated the girl's eyes and placed them in two different places.

Under the magic of the forcibly activated "imaginary number" attribute, the interval between time and space is blurred, ending with the character marked by the "previous road marker", and the starlight in the [Ould's Pupil] rotates outside the will of its owner.

"Stop!"

Silent screams poured out of the girl's body, and the magic of the rage "understood" the structure of the room with the girl's mind.

Then, there is the inevitable destruction.

(How can this be, obviously just went berserk, how can it be again)

The original space was "understood in the past", so the origin was perceived, and then the end came, and the magic that became more suitable for destroying the structure of this space poured out wantonly from the girl's body with 88 magic circuits, and the "imaginary number" attribute that was already closely attached to time and space continued to roar and destroy the narrow elevator in the elevator.

(It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and the body seems to blow up.) ）

The floor of the demonized metal was torn apart by the black marks that appeared for no reason, and the specially reinforced glass was shattered and peeled off, and the paper airplanes that followed the girl into the elevator (a tool specially used by the Ministry of Magic to transmit information between departments) turned into confetti.

(No, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, the brain is exploding, the brain is bursting, the bone marrow is burning, the spine is being strangled, the skin is being bitten)

Suddenly, the girl opened her eyes, which were closed due to severe pain, and now her eyes looked very strange, one of the inexplicable magic eyes was open, and the other was normal, it seemed that the emergency closure not long ago had a great impact on her.

"Let's_start, history"

The eerie tone of a girl's voice mixed with a mature woman's voice came from Sylvia's mouth.

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"How long do you have to live?"

With inorganic blue eyes open, Lynn wanted to ask questions about the android brought by the middle-aged man.

"It's about half a month." The artificial man with a neutral face, but it is indeed a man, thought about it, did not hide it, and replied directly.

The Helsin in front of him is also the object he should have served, so there should be no need to hide it. The unknown android thought so.

Generally speaking, the lifespan of an artificial human is not too long, and the combat specialized type will even die of aging after a few months, even if it is the best maintenance, a few years is the limit. This android was created by Yugdomirenia during the Last Holy Grail War in Romania and used as a Servant's magic battery. Although they were later liberated from their original destiny due to the efforts of a certain "miracle android" and "saint", their lifespan will not change in any way.

The androids who are still alive are rare, and this android must have been well maintained.

Lynn judged so.

"So, why don't you die?"

Blinking his eyes, words that didn't look like his age at all came out of his immature mouth, and even the artificial human with weak feelings opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"As an android whose physiological limit is approaching, the daily cost of maintaining you should not be low, and if you count all the bits and pieces, you should be able to make three androids of the same size." As if she hadn't noticed the shock of the android in front of her, Lynn continued her relentless words.

"Even if it is based on the basic concept of human ethics in society, it is the most humane and caring for you to be euthanized if you are weakened by aging every day. If you miss you as an 'individual' too much and want to keep you, you should erase the current 'you', and then extract the corresponding memories from the brain marrow and put them in other bodies. Because it is an artificial person, there will be no rejection reaction, and this approach should be the most cost-effective decision that can take into account the mood of both parties. ”

After a pause, Lynn's delicate French doll-like face showed a look of obvious doubt—one of the few in his 10-year-old life.

"So, why don't you die?"

The android first looked left and right, and saw that Lynn's mother was pulling the guardian of the android, the middle-aged alchemist named Gold, who kept talking about the magician orchestra - judging by the middle-aged man's pained expression, he was not good at this. And the owner of Helsin's house, Intergula, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, and the cigar lit in his mouth lit up her face flickeringly.

After making sure that no one was looking at it now, the android crouched down, parallel to Lynn.

The android's handsome but stiff face suddenly softened.

"Master Lynn, do you know what death is?"

"When life functions cease, all cycles come to an end, and the original individual is bound by the personal world, and after death, he returns to the world in the broad sense of the word. Overall, it's a virtuous circle. The soul leaves the body and turns into a spirit son and returns to the cycle of the Great Source. In addition, there are a total of 39 gods of 'death', and there are tens of thousands of magic tricks that can be derived."

The android silently watched Lynn's recitation, yes, this is a recitation, not an explanation based on the worldview, the human outlook, and values.

This child is still a "child".

A "child" who only accepts what others give him according to the script, follows the expectations of others, and even the three views are instilled by others. In him, there is no sense of self-will.

It's like a mirror, completely imitating the trajectory of others, while one's own path is completely non-existent, just living according to the ideas instilled by others.

Even, even this doubt, I only came to inquire based on the "conditioned reflex" that I saw that it did not match my "own cognition".

It's sad.

The artificial boy sighed with emotion, completely ignoring that he was only a 3-year-old "child".

"Well, little master, I think, no one close to you has ever died."

Lynn nodded.

"No wonder, you don't know what [death] means."

"The so-called [death] is [parting without next meeting]."

The cyborg spoke, saying.

Lynn nodded and shook her head, as if she understood something, and seemed to understand something.

And behind the black-haired boy, the girl, who was dragged into "history" by half of her existence, took half a step forward.

Then, in the [present world], the body slammed into the wall solidly.

"Woo~~~~(>_