"How can you speculate so much about your teacher?"

"I can't see all the details of your research, but I do know you're working on a way to immobilize fibroplasma, similar to the pattern of the Force Heroes, but more extreme. "White River did not pay attention to the circling of the Sith Maharaja:" You can store your mind in this fibroplasma and transplant it to another creature who is sensitive to the Force, so as to achieve the effect of resurrecting the soul from the corpse, and now this method is useless to me, first, because your technology has not yet been perfected, or there is still a long way to go before it is perfected, so far away that it will be a huge risk to use this technology when you are about to die, and second, you need to carefully select the occupants who lack the awareness of defense, but I can't lose my sense of defense against you anyway, you have to be glad that you let me get out before you practice this technique on me, otherwise the consequences will not be optimistic for you。 You are well aware of these facts, so please do not take chances and use unsophisticated tricks against me. Now, based on the current situation, we should try to make an agreement to delineate the boundaries of each other's interests. ”

"It seems that I underestimated the skill of the ancient Sith. The Bis made a strange voice, as if expressing some emotion: "You are indeed the heir of the ancient Sith. But I'm amazed that the concept of the ancient Sith is actually like this...... Subversion. ”

"That's my philosophy. Bai He gathered his ten fingers, and a mask began to dance with his eyebrows, and the Sith Lord frowned, only to find that the other party was still wearing this mask in the Force docking, this kind of technology made him feel a little confused, could someone deliberately invent this Force technique in order to cover up his true face? This is also ridiculous, they obviously know each other.

"If the Ancient Sith were my philosophy, the galaxy would have either been destroyed by now, or their sect had been completely destroyed~uh~ although the result was similar. Shirakawa yawned, "Could it be that the Lord of the Sith has an opinion about my philosophy?"

"Nope. Darth Tenabros had an indifferent expression, he knew that there was no point in discussing ideas or anything, and he didn't tell Shirakawa if he had a plan to profit from it, "But I'm interested in your technology." ”

"Haha, I'm sorry about that, I'm willing to be honest with you. Bai He's eyes flickered: "My technology is only suitable for humans, there is a big difference between the Biss and humans, from physiological structure to genetic structure, plus the difference in thinking patterns, which determines the translation chart of the pheromone medium...... It can't be replicated, and it's a useless technology for you. ”

Bai He's tone was relaxed, and he wasn't lying.

The key point of thought transfer technology is the translation of pheromones.

This technology involves more than a dozen disciplines such as cell biology, genetics, neurokinematics, logic, statistics, electronics, etc., and in the other world, soul science and magical environment science are added, which can be called the core of all technologies.

Making such a table requires a lot of experiments, statistics and analysis, as well as the integration of new data, and when better model algorithms appear, it is necessary to reinvent the original foundation.

This whole set of work, code-named The Book of Souls, is not only the name of the project, but also the name of the dictionary.

The Book of Whites looks crazy and deranged under the evil taste of the White River, but compared to the Book of White, if this set of "Book of Souls" is put into words and exposed, the consequences will be even more shocking.

The most experimental subjects that the White River Group can find are humans, collecting human samples from various planes, and the human volume of the Book of Souls has been updated to its sixth edition, which can still be used even in a world like Star Wars, with a little adjustment.

There are orcs and elves in the other world, and there are all kinds of messy intelligent creatures, among which the "Orc Chapter" has also been updated to the second edition because the orcs are not afraid of death and take their lives seriously, but the elves and dwarves are a race with medium and long lives, and they have a low demand for immortality, and they also have an unspeakable fear of the White River Group, and the Book of Souls has not made much progress.

Therefore, the freedom of living beings in the White River is actually limited to humans and the orcs of Antas, including the original three-body civilization (which was also done without the White Dragon), as for the other races...... Please forgive Benlong for not having this ability.

"No, I still really want this technology. Darth Tenabros spoke in a serious tone.

"Okay, I can compile all the technical stuff for you except the dictionary. Bai He folded his fingers and agreed easily.

"Compiling a dictionary too. ”

"I can only give you the algorithm. Bai He narrowed his eyes: "Dear teacher, I don't want my sect to have a rival. ”

"And your current name is Darth Vader?" asked Darth Tenabros.

"Of course. ”

"That's easy, I ask you to trade this dictionary to me within two years anyway, the focus is on the algorithm, and the price is negotiable. "Tenabros fell in love with this technology, he thought carefully, he thought to himself, maybe this little slippery head will not give himself a real dictionary, but the algorithm can't be faked.

As a genius with N PhDs in science, Tynabros doesn't believe that any algorithm can make it difficult for him.

"I can give you the algorithm after two years, and the whole book after five years. Shirakawa smiled and nodded. I began to think about how to send this old Sith to heaven within two years.

"Deal. Tenabros seemed satisfied, or he thought the deal was fair, and even said with a hint of relief, "What do you want?"

"Of course it's an engineer, I want the best engineer in the galaxy. ”

"This kind of cargo is not easy to transport, but there are a lot of inferior two grades, do you want it?"

"I can't ask for it. White River grinned and finished the PY deal with Tenabros with their own intentions, and both realized that they had an extremely vulnerable tacit understanding with each other that they didn't want to break - one side needs to quickly accumulate power, the other side needs to continue to lurk in the depths of the Republic, Tenabros wants to use White River as a shield against the Jedi, and White River also hopes to use the Sith Church to accumulate power in the galaxy for thousands of years.

At least the arrival of these engineers will save Baihe from the pain of training indigenous engineers.

However, both of them know that in this tacit understanding, there is also a content that is not too river crab, and if anyone shows their weaknesses, don't expect the other party not to strike a fatal blow.

The evil camp's routine, Bai He, did not reject and gladly accepted it, without this, he would have to get rid of the Sith Maharaja sooner or later.

......

Dim, eerie, indescribable.

Under the flickering light, Dooku didn't know how long he had been in the sewers.

Fighting for his life from the loosely defended Dark Warriors, Dooku dragged his mutilated body and crawled through the sewers.

The trauma on his body was not severe, and what terrified him was that he had completely lost control of the Force.

When he meditated in the past, the Force was like a gentle mother, giving him peace and stability, calming all the restlessness in his heart, but since escaping from that prison, the Force he sensed has become chaotic and sharp.

A vague guess made Dooku realize what it was, it was the Force of the dark side.

His heart was filled with horror, but he also understood why he had touched them while meditating.

His Heart of Light, which admired the way of the Jedi, was subjected to a series of delicate and merciless critical attacks by the Black Knight's 'Madness' because of the gap brought about by that origin, which shattered his Jedi faith.

Without calmness, perseverance, composure, and single-mindedness, what comes up is restlessness, panic, fear, and remorse.

What made Dooku even more painful was that he regretted joining the Jedi Order, which once again made him recognize his heart.

There's no turning back on him, but what can he do without the Jedi Order?

Returning to his hometown to be trained as a politician, he was caught in the world and power.

No, what's the point of that?

I want to be the defender of my hometown.

Dooku's eyes were blood-red, and invisibly, the desire to keep him away from the Jedi Path had become paranoid under the catalysis of some emotion, dragging his mind farther and farther away from the Jedi Path.

"Hey, why are your eyes so red? Are you sick?" a bad breath woke Dooku as he exhaled and shook his head at the beggar next to him, a feeling of weakness suddenly hit his body, and Dooku felt a little dizzy.

He knew that something was wrong, this was a sign that the Force in his body was completely out of balance, and the fibroplasma could not maintain a stable structure, and if he did not adjust in time, the level of his physical body and the Force would regress.

Just as Shirakawa's research on the Force, whether it is the Jedi or the Sith, they all pursue to use the Force to assist the physical body, easily breaking through the limits of manpower, and the progress of the integration of manpower is extremely important to the samurai, and Duku's situation means that his Force is constantly losing.

The will is shattered, the strength is disappearing, is his past life a waste?

The frustration made Dooku doubt his life even further, and the physical pain could no longer be endured, and just as he was about to faint, a group of beggars helped him to the side of the thatch.

This is a corner of the filthy world, Dooku was born on a high-civilization planet, a low-civilization planet where the living conditions are more modest than the slums, and the concept of both the heir of the Count and the Jedi apprentice Dooku seems a little illusory.

At this moment, Dooku felt that the world was so real, perhaps the glamour of the world had always been an illusion, and only such a filthy environment was reality.

He thought again of Master Yarbat's tumbling head, his frightened, dazed face, and his maniacal laughter.

Such a powerful Jedi was still difficult to survive in the face of darkness, and this shocking scene began to shake Dooku's identification with justice.

"Justice...... Will it really be victorious, as the master said?" Duku muttered palely.

"Justice?" A young beggar with an oily face was eating and picking his feet, when he heard Dooku's muttering: "When has justice triumphed?

"Shameless politicians?" Dooku's eyes were confused as he remembered the Assembly of the Republic, but it was a bunch of shameless politicians, yes.

Justice will be crushed by darkness for a while, but it will always have the last laugh.

"Don't you believe that good will eventually triumph over evil?" Somehow, Dooku asked the beggar.

"You must be a hero who has seen too much. The beggar said with contempt: "Justice will eventually triumph over evil, yes, they can win, but is evil destroyed? No, when justice wins, it is thought that justice will eventually win, so when evil prevails, can it also be said that evil will win in the end?"

"......" Dooku opened his mouth, froze.

"Little brother, you have to learn to think from multiple angles. Don't be brainwashed by childish education of justice. ”

"Brainwashing, brainwashing, brainwashing......"

The word swirled through Dooku's mind, and his eyes suddenly swollen red, and he grabbed the beggar by the neck with a roar and strangled him fiercely: "You're going to lure me into the darkness! You're crazy! The same trick won't work a second time! No!"

The beggars screamed and rushed up to separate the scuffling Dooku and the beggar, and the sharp Force burst out - the Force of the dark side, Dooku danced wildly and bounced the pounced beggar until the victim in his hand completely lost his breath.

Du Kumu looked at the breathless beggar, looked at the other party's undisguised face, and his mind went blank:

He killed people, killed innocent people.