The one who spoke was neither a camel nor an earl. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was an old man, like when you are talking too much to your companion on a busy street, an enthusiastic passer-by suddenly interjects into a conversation, although abrupt, but enthusiastic and natural.

But this is not the case with the appearance of this person.

This is not a crowded street, and even a lizard passing by the horizon can't escape the eyes of the sand thieves.

"It's been a long time since we last met, and it looks like you're making very little progress, isn't it?"

The old man smiled nonchalantly at the camel, and it seemed like it was easy to stand in the maddening hot sun.

"But at least, with my words, that's enough. ”

"It's not enough. ”

The old man smiled at the Count, like a shadow that sunlight could not penetrate.

"What if I say that I am the unpredictable force?"

"You?"

The camel looked at the old man, who was completely unable to connect him with the dark power in the count's mouth.

"Then we're going to succeed. ”

The Count nodded to the laughing old man, and the uninvited guest departed as quietly as he had appeared.

The camel looked at the sand scattered in front of him, and was finally convinced that it was a magically created phantom.

"You trust him?"

"Our purposes are not conflicting, and that's enough. ”

"The gods of Emanchet love deception and the like, they call it wisdom......" The camel kept the team going, they had to find a place to hide from the sun as soon as possible, "There will be no other unpredictable forces in this desert, and if you want to cooperate with the gods, you must be prepared to be deceived." ”

"I'm not cooperating with the gods, I'm praying, I'm going to prepare a sacrifice. ”

"Well......" the camel nodded, "you are indeed different from the believers I know. ”

......

"Here we are. ”

It is a small village in the desert, like all other settlements in the desert, next to a small oasis surrounded by the green leaves of palm trees.

In the distance, the sun was about to set, its remnants shining on the tall pyramids, but here they looked like small black triangles.

"I've heard that this is the territory of sand pirates. ”

"Meow. ”

The countess carried Miss Betty and followed Magellan into the tattered wooden gate, behind which a well stood out, and a few other low houses and villagers.

"Sand thieves don't come to such a small village and can't grab anything. ”

They drew water at the well, then took out their blankets and prepared to rest until night fell, when Magellan lit a bonfire, and not a single resident of the village came out to greet them.

"Maybe the herders here have gone out, and sometimes they leave when there is no water in the oasis and come back after a few years. ”

Magellan dug up a rabbit under a tree, so their dinner was rabbit meat.

"We will only get to the pyramid in about two days, but there is a small problem. ”

"Sand Pirates?"

"Distance. ”

Magellan slapped off the kitten's paw reaching for the broth, and threw a piece of desert plant into it.

"The oasis closest to the pyramid is definitely occupied by sand pirates and we can take it back, but the problem is, it's too far from the pyramid. ”

"So you're talking about this. ”

The countess smiled and shook her head, saying nothing more.

It was a cloudy night without stars and moons, and the desert chill soon spread, and Magellan curled up by the fire as before, falling asleep.

But his heart was not at peace.

"Long time no see. ”

Magellan, who was trudging in the sea of light, heard this ethereal voice in the darkness.

He struggled to open his eyes, and then saw Dantès' youthful face.

"Long time no see. ”

Magellan struggled to prop up his upper body from the ground and rubbed his eyes against the flames.

"I'm sorry. ”

"Don't be sorry," said Dontès, with Magellan's familiar youthful smile on his face, "you don't have to work so hard, after all, this is your dreamland." ”

"I had to work a lot to keep myself from waking up. ”

Magellan turned and looked at Dantes, who was sitting next to him.

"Long time no see. ”

"It's a ...... Supernatural ...... created with the power of science Thing. ”

"So-called, divine magic?"

"Science is not a god to me," Dantès looked at the flames with a pensive look, "we have seen so many gods in Emenchet, do you think science is the same as them?"

"You don't think so?"

"It's not. ”

Dantes smiled and shook his head.

"The gods of Emenchet have a lot and they have lost a lot, they are living beings, and although they are fundamentally different from humans or pigeons or the like, they are really more like living beings. ”

Magellan smiled: "Compared to science." ”

"Yes. ”

The wind roared in the darkness beyond the light.

"That's the countess's suspicions, but we won't be disturbed, your mind is blocking her peeping. ”

"Go on," Magellan turned his head to look at the surging darkness, then turned back, "what about science?"

"A thing that is completely different from living things, more like inanimate things. ”

"You mean, those expensive magic dolls?"

Dantès smiled, she had seen all the precious gifts received by the king of the world, including the vivid magic dolls, which were delicate and beautiful works of art.

"No, definitely not a puppet, science is a trajectory. ”

"So science is controlling the sun?"

"Yes, but it should be a higher, deeper level of control, like ...... Science has charted the trajectory of the sun. ”

You can use theological terms. ”

"First push. Dantès smiled, "Sorry, I forgot." Science is the first driving force. ”

"Almost everyone who has used the word has used it to refer to essence. ”

"No, Essence doesn't have that qualification. ”

The first impetus was the most noble title that the new magic users had placed on the essence after the explosion of modern magic.

It is a highly abstract concept, representing the first and most fundamental force in this universe, and at least in the cognition of the people who came up with this concept, the first driving force is the essence.

"So, you think science is what philosophy calls the ultimate truth?"

"If you believe what people say about science, that's the only answer, of course," Dantès said with a bitter smile, "and you don't believe it." ”

"I believe in the truth of everything," Magellan remembered the distant past, "but I don't believe that science is truth." ”