[I open my eyes, but I still see the morning reluctantly.] Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Morning? It will be another 16 hours before I can go back to sleep.

Birds flew on my window, wings and in my dreams.

Like a small raft hanging upside down in the air. It's all emerald green.

There was also a goddess on the raft, beckoning to me, as if she could reach out and touch her.

How beautiful she was, her brilliant blonde hair hanging upside down like a willow, gently floating with the breeze. White, slender hands, beyond these blonde hairs, are inviting me.

But I didn't stretch out my hand, because I was thinking, how can a man hang upside down in the sky on a raft? Just kidding, right? Could it be that I'm dreaming?

As a result, when I tried to open my eyes, I was really dreaming, and there was only a nasty morning.

Sitting in a chair looking at the tedious bread, I thought of the hands of the goddess.

Sure enough, it's better to touch her, right? Why did I choose to open my eyes?

In the morning, maybe it's because I'm a boring person that I wake up in the morning.

Ah, the butter accidentally fell to the ground.

Eat vegetarian bread for breakfast.

—————— Mr. Heney. ]

These are the poems that Mr. Herney improvised in the morning.

He was still very eloquent and described to me the poem he had written this morning.

[…… How can I say it, it's really an unexpected remnant and an unexpected very powerful. ]

[It's casually written but it's funny, maybe you're a genius at writing poetry?] Is this the stream-of-consciousness psalm? Maybe it's a bit awesome......]

It's really a sad thing to write, but is it really an interesting poem?

[But how much do you hate mornings!?] A smell of abandoned houses is coming to my nose! ]

[And even if you add butter, it's still a vegetarian bread bar for your breakfast......]

But there were still so many slots that it was like they were forcing me to say something.

[That's what you don't understand, right?,This part of the bread is a bit of gold.,The regret in the regret.,With this small casual regret and then the big regret of not touching the goddess.,More subtly amplify the feeling of this residual thought.,Inadvertently let the reader have a more sense of substitution.] ]

[I think it's a masterpiece, I'm a genius.] ]

[…… And is it still a real story? ]

[Well, that's clever, poetry is actually meant to reflect reality.] ]

[What about your reality...... It's really a remnant. ]

In a sense, this person is really powerful......

[Uncle!] I...... I...... I love your poems! ]

But Cynthia already looked moved.

[Why were you moved by such a reckless poem!] Cheer up, Cynthia. ]

I looked at her with a serious expression on her face and tried to save something.

[Uncle, do you want to write a poem for Pudding?] ]

She said expectantly.

[Ah, when it comes to making poetry, you have to have a flash of inspiration to write good poetry.] ]

[Wait until the next time, when I have a flash of inspiration for the pudding, make a song and write it for you.] ]

He shirked it.

Then he took off his top hat and held it upside down in front of me.

[Huh?] What's wrong? ]

I said with some puzzlement.

[Ah, don't you know, little brother, that after the bard sings a poem in front of others, if the audience is satisfied, he should give me some money.] ]

[There will also be people who come to me and ask me to sing some local poems, but I don't know what the poems of this generation are, if you think the poems are good, give me some money, right?] ]

He explained.

[That's right, so I'll give you some, Cynthia's guy seems to like your poems too.] ]

I reached into my pocket, took five gold coins from my four-dimensional backpack, and threw them into his top hat.

[Wow, that's a generous shot.] Thank you for your patronage. ]

He exclaimed.

Then he turned his hat around and tried to put the gold coins away, but the top hat was a little too high, and two gold coins still fell to the ground.

[The step of collecting money with a hat is completely superfluous......]

Watching him pick up the gold coin, I couldn't help but say.

[No, no, no, bard is a very ceremonial profession.] At the very least, the ritual is still a little. ]

He picked it up unhurriedly and said to me.

[It's really dedicated.] ]

I couldn't help but praise.

[Well, little girl, speaking of pudding, there is a dessert shop not far ahead, which is quite famous in the local area, maybe you have already tasted it.] ]

[But if you don't mind, it's not bad for us to go there for an afternoon tea and chat, you see, I just made money.] ]

As if it were natural, he invited us.

[Oh?] Uncle, you know where there is a dessert shop around here, and we are looking for it,]

[Is it famous locally?] Then you have to look at it from eating! The pudding of [Western Victoria] is also very good, but sure enough, you still have to go out and compare the pudding of all countries to know where the best pudding in the world is! ]

She really spoke out of her great ideals in a serious manner.

[As she said, we were looking for a dessert house, so we bothered you to lead the way, Mr. Heney, right?] ]

When he read the poem just now, he still reported his name.

[Yes, my name is Heni, and you can call me Mr. Heni, so let's go, for afternoon tea.] ]

Mr. Heney introduced himself again, and then led us up on his bicycle to the dessert house we had been looking for.

After that, we did walk a short distance and we came across a dessert shop.

Located in the corner there are some inconspicuous, but quite a few guests. Luckily, there was a vacant seat for us, as if it had been agreed in advance.

Because the business of this dessert shop is really good. And it's also a relatively secluded position against the window.

So, Cynthia and I sat together, while Uncle sat on the other side of the table.

It was designed to be made by four people, so the location was quite spacious.

All three of them ordered a black tea, and then Cynthia began to order all kinds of puddings as she had done last time, and then began to taste and compare them.

I ordered a creamy pancake roll because I was always curious about what it would taste like. Mr. Heney ordered a lot of cream puffs, and perhaps he liked them.

[Hmm!] This rich, creamy, melt-in-your-mouth very soft taste is indeed commendable, but compared to Alexia's pudding, the taste is still not delicate enough, and there is no unfinished feeling of stretching on the taste buds. Is Alexia's pudding invincible? ]

After tasting it, she really expressed her feelings.

Maybe her evaluation can be comparable to the authority of the pudding world.

The desserts here are indeed very delicate, and the pancake rolls with creamy and sweet filling I ordered are indeed very delicate, but I only found out after eating them.

I'm not that fond of sweet food......

As for Mr. Heney, although he seems to be polite, he still stuffs the puffs in his mouth and eats them. Is this the right way to eat cream puffs?

[Speaking of which, since Mr. Heney is a scientist, what kind of scientific research is he doing?] ]

I asked him curiously.

[Well, keep it a secret, I can't say.] ]

He refused to answer me, which made me even more curious.

[Huh?] Is it a state secret-level research? ]

If that's the case, I've met quite an amazing person.

[Well, if I want to talk about it specifically, it is a systematic study of similar ecology.] ]

[Oh, that kind of thing, I've ever heard of it, like tracking the ecological changes of bullfrogs in a region over a decade or something?] Indeed, there are many people who are engaged in ecosystem tracking and research. ]

I understand a little bit of what he said.

[Well, yes, that's pretty much it, but I'm a little more complicated.] ]

[Allen-kun, have you ever heard a saying?] Although man is generally an animal with individual consciousness, he is also composed of a bunch of bacteria and organisms, and the bacteria and organisms that make up us are made up of atoms. ]

[It can be said that we are alive or that we are dead, right?] ]

[Hmm...... But no matter what the form is, I think, therefore I am, after all, the tens of millions of wills of the cells in our body exist for our individuality. ]

[You are right, although we are a bunch of aggregates, and the cells in the body only have simple wills to do small things for a system, but in the end, these tens of millions of wills are composed of highly intelligent animals like human beings, and our wisdom can be said to be the wisdom of individuals, or it can be said to be the great wisdom of the simple consciousness of thousands of cells. ]

[In this case, isn't your body actually a wonderful and remarkable thing?] ]

He said with emotion.

[Well, this is indeed a system, so it turns out that you are studying the ecosystem of the human body, uncle?] ]

I asked speculatively.

[No, it's a much broader study.] ]

[Speaking of which, although people are already very wise, after all, what a person has experienced and thought about in his life may still be meaningless.] Our ancestors also racked their wisdom and worked hard to survive, and only then did they begin to have leisure to think about the meaning of other things. ]

[A person is ignorant, but if a person acts collectively like a cell in order to forge all the wisdom into one thing, then it is our society.] ]

[It's because there are many, many people who are constantly born, constantly dying, constantly going through it, constantly gaining experience, and then constantly accumulating.] We will have such a super-intelligent world. ]

[In the end, then, will the ultimate tendency of our overall consciousness reflect some higher being, like the cell?] What is the purpose of our formation of such a system? What is the ultimate goal of people who transcend the pursuit of survival? ]

[That's what I'm going to look into.] ]

He said these things in one go.

[That's really profound......]

Even I didn't think about it.

[It's really a great research, uncle, a higher existence above everyone, is it a god or something?] ]

Cynthia Keai also asked with surprise interest.

[God?] God can indeed be the supreme authority of the system, but that doesn't explain the significance of the system. If God really exists, did he create us for His own pleasure? It's also for some kind of meaning, right? At the same time that we surrender all our problems to God. ]

[What if God is a guy who doesn't understand why He exists?] This kind of problem, in the final analysis, but it also feels like it's not fun.

A mountain is still a mountain high, and after learning about the existence of the highest position, he will always begin to explore whether there will be a higher existence.

[Isn't that all the fun gone?] According to what you said, even in this world, we may not be close to the limits of the so-called system. ]

I questioned his research.

[Well, I'm the one who's been working on this kind of pointless thing, but as long as there's a problem, there's always someone to solve it, and I'm looking forward to the day when our system reaches its limit.] ]

[Therefore, I like people who promote the process of human beings, think about their own meaning, and realize their own values, but I really hate those people who are muddy, who live without knowing what to say, and who do not help the advancement of the world system at all.] ]

[I've only just met you, but I still like both of them and I'm very happy to be friends with you.] ]

He said this to us with a smile in his hand as he held the black tea.

[What an honor......]

It is indeed an honor to receive such an evaluation from an expert.

But I think I should be classified into the muddy category, right? Why is he considered to be a man who can advance the course of humanity?

Because I look more like that in this world?

But what about Cynthia being praised as well? What kind of person does she look like? For strangers?

It's beautiful? At least a very powerful person? Excellent people?

But it's a bit too arbitrary, isn't it?

[Do you say that as if you are God?] ]

Cynthia said what I wanted to say

[God?] If I were, it would be boring. ]

He said.

[What, it's so ambiguous, as if you really are.] ]

The gods of this world seem to be girls, right? I almost believed it.

[Hahaha, I don't know, at least you're my litmus test.] ]

[…… It always feels like you're saying something out of the plot. ]

Gradually, the night gradually climbed.

[It's getting dark, packing the dessert they want from Windsor, let's go, Cynthia.] ]

[Well, I'm full too, so next time, remember to bring me a poem about the pudding, uncle.] ]

Cynthia Coai said in her mind.

[Okay, if I have a flash of inspiration.] ]

Mr. Hoeney has made the same commitment.

[Then let's go first, take care, Mr. Heney.] ]

I also said goodbye to him.

[eh, may we see you again.] ]

He still responded to us with a smile and was very kind.

In the city at dusk, he rode his bicycle and turned into an unknown corner.

We returned to the palace of Zonser, and he didn't seem so lucky.

[Hey, uncle, I see that you were rewarded with a lot of money by others today?] ]

[Why don't you lend us a few?] ]

A few little minions blocked his way.

Just before, when the gold coin that Allen Jun gave him fell out, they saw it.

[What weird thing is riding?] Borrow us to play too? ]

[Wouldn't mind, would you?] Uncle? ]

With that, the minions who took the lead kicked into Mr. Heney's car, hoping to kick him out of it.

But his feet were tripped up in thin air, and he couldn't advance half a minute anyway, like a wall of air in front of Mr. Heney.

[Ah, I just mentioned that I hate people who are muddy and have no effect on the course of human history.] I was found by the typical representatives. ]

Mr. Heney spoke to them lightly, as if he did not take them seriously at all.

[Magician?] Ha ha? Just by virtue of you, want to beat all of us? Know who we are............]

The minions were about to keep shouting, but suddenly they stopped.

All the minions looked glazed over, as if they were emotionless corpses, standing.

[Go back to your normal life and forget all about what you met me.] ]

Mr. Heney said to them word for word.

A red circle was projected from the pupil of his right eye, which was the circle of the inverted pentagram.

[Yes, we take our leave......]

The walking corpse-like minions promised him what they had said, as if their minds had been completely controlled, and they moved away from Mr. Heney.

[Well, there are people who are so troublesome in any era.] ]

[I hate trouble the most, so be it.] ]

He nodded. The magic array of red inverted pentagram projected from the pupils also disappeared.

He continued to pedal his bicycle briskly and flew to the other side of the sky...... (To be continued.) )