HMS Byron, Rest Ship Area A, Room 001. Rey's right arm rested on the back of the county floating chair, his body half leaning on the levitating chair, and his left hand grasped a silver-gray shimmering metallic loop with a cross-sectional radius of two millimeters, and a pendant in the shape of a Gaia essence was hung from the string. "Don't touch the pendant with your hands?" Rey placed the string and pendant on the top of the metal table. Just now, Blake told him to take the pendant off first, and never touch the pendant with his hand. Rey thought it was a little strange, but he did it anyway - because the person who said those words was Blake, and if it were a muse, Rey might have thought it was a joke. It's harder to get Blake to joke than it is to get Gaia to charge his assault car himself—something that all the members of the God of War League, including themselves, know very well. "Why?" He felt a little incomprehensible.

"You'd better be careful." Through the screen of the electronic board, Blake's frowning face can be seen. "There are some very strange things going on, and the cause is unknown at the moment." As soon as Buchak finished saying this, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of guilt—as if he had just taken some sensational strange thing to intimidate Rey. "Huh?" Rey's expression became a little complicated, as if a small ship had exploded in front of him. "It's not a bad thing." Looking at Rey's expression, Blake suddenly felt a little more guilty of messing up. So he hurriedly said: "It's just a little strange, and I can't judge it by common sense." Blake decided that he had suddenly become a little "weird", and that it must have been because of the strange things about the pendant that had affected him. "What's this strange method?" Rey's expression had changed a little better, and he was curious—something that could make Blake feel strange was certainly not ordinary. "You better listen to me talk about things first, and you'll know why it's strange after listening." Blake didn't think it was good to answer Rey's question directly, so he said so. "Okay." Rey nodded and replied. Then, before Blake could begin to speak, he drank the water from the metal cup.

Seven minutes later...... "You really got to White Star?" By the time Black had finished saying the last word, Rey couldn't wait to ask. He was so curious about it that he almost forgot how tired he had been. "At least there's no evidence that it's not." Blake gasped, then said. "But...... But that's simply not possible. Rey tilted his head slightly, frowned, and said softly, "White Star is obviously ......" "Of course I know this." That's why it feels weird, isn't it? Before Rey could finish speaking, Blake interrupted him impatiently. A barrier that even my spiritual power can't penetrate......" Blake's left index finger unconsciously tapped against the top of the metal table, "that power...... Is it really Cassius that they can control? "If only the Muse were here, she's an expert at it." Rey tilted his head slightly and said. "It's useless to talk about this now, there's no way we're going to find her at the moment." Blake replied a little impatiently, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "You'd better not have such unrealistic illusions. ”

"I have no illusions." Rey's heart suddenly beat so violently that his face twitched suddenly. "The future you're talking about is almost impossible in the near future, if not in the next few years." Blake frowned, but continued. "You can't be so sure." Rey grabbed the corner of his left arm tightly with his right hand, and his voice was a little sharp, "You can't say that. "It's a fact. As commander-in-chief, you need to be sober more than any of us. Blake lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the electronic alarm clock on the metal table, as if he had suddenly taken a big interest in the electronic alarm clock. I'm sober. Rey tugged at the corners of his shirt even tighter. He suddenly felt very flustered, but he didn't know why. He had never felt this way before, and now he suddenly felt guilty when he appeared like this. "What you need to be sober is not to numb yourself from morning to night every day." Blake said mercilessly, in a tone critical of some heinous criminal.

"I'm ......," Rey suddenly felt speechless. He opened his mouth several times, but he felt that he could not make a sound. It took another five minutes for him to regain his voice. During this time, Blake did not continue to speak. That's what he grasps: not too shallow, not too much. "I see...... Thank you. Rey smiled slightly, his expression looking much more relaxed than before. I suspect she's useless. Blake looked back at Rey, "Her mental strength may not be enough. He didn't know what Rey understood, but he could guess it. Although he hated to admit it, he still had to admit that Rey was indeed a very good leader.

"Have you ever thought that it wasn't a barrier at all, or a fantasy...... "Rey" said softly, "but ...... What about a real space? Rey's voice was a little hoarse. "That's almost impossible." Blake folded his hands over his shoulders and leaned back on the back of the levitation chair, "Cassius can't have that ability, I'm sure of that." "Are you so sure?" Rey asked, frowning a little, the corners of his mouth going up a little - he felt a little funny. "Not to mention that Filsius is not an elven who majors in 'creation'," Blake looked at Rey with a foolish look, "and even if he were, he wouldn't have been able to create a space like that." "Oh?" Somewhat surprised by Blake's denial, Rey still didn't care about Blake's little "rudeness".

"I said it, and it felt very real to me there. And, with my mental powers, I've explored almost half of what I've estimated to be a pseudo-White star, and there's not even one thing that makes me feel wrong. Blake grimaced and said very quickly, "You and I are both peak king elves, and we should understand the difficulty of creating an independent space. Not to mention creating a real and huge space on your own! I have a hunch that the place that looks exactly like the White Star is definitely the exact same place as the White Star, and even the atmosphere will not deviate in the slightest! What is copied there is definitely not a part of the White Star, but the whole of the White Star! "Exactly?" Rey opened his mouth slightly, feeling a little incredulous. "At the time, I almost thought I was really standing on the White Star." Blake bowed his head slightly, slowing down his speech.

"That'...... So what if they relied on some kind of external force? Rey forced himself to come up with a possibility, "In that case, it's possible." Although he knew that the possibility was the same as the possibility of Blake perming his hair into big wavy curls and dying them rainbow-coloured—it was almost impossible. Not to mention what kind of external force can help them reach that level of rebellion, Blake squinted at the corner of the metal table, hooking the corner of his mouth on the right, "Even if there is, how can they control it?" And how did they get the help of those external forces? "You have to believe them." Rey continued, though he didn't think he could fully trust what he was saying. "But that doesn't make sense." Blake objected.

"You know, it's not some of my unrealistic fantasies." Rey's tone was very resolute, "We have to understand one thing: no matter what they did and why they did it, they won't hurt us!" They are our best friends, our comrades-in-arms, people with whom we can get along defenselessly. "You......" Blake's eyes widened, his pupils dilated. It doesn't matter where they get that power, no matter how they control it...... None of that matters! It doesn't matter! Rey waved his right hand, almost shouting these words. I ......" Blake wanted to say something, but Rey didn't give him the chance. "We can trust them. We have no reason to doubt them. Rey said firmly.