Kevin and the pseudo-saint debated for more than an hour, and both sides disagreed. The argument was red-faced and hot-headed, but still no one could convince anyone.

Kevin elevates the argument and rises directly to the level of civilization inheritance. The reason why a civilization becomes a civilization is that it must have culture, and culture must be inherited. The so-called culture, food, clothing, housing, transportation, drama, ethics and morality and so on can all be counted as one of the cultures. But when it comes to the issue of re-editing people, there is one problem that stands out.

That is the form of man itself, and it is also a kind of cultural inheritance.

If people don't have a neck, then the word "neck" in all literary works will not be incomprehensible to future generations. At the same time, there are also extended questions that cannot be understood, such as "turning the head", "bowing the head", "shaking the head" and so on. Because for the editors of the pseudo-saints, they don't have these actions, and they don't bother to have them.

Just missing the neck and there are a bunch of problems. If the whole person were to be re-edited, it would probably split the whole civilization. The new editors may not have the slightest emotion for the old people, and it may be difficult for them to identify with people who are completely different from themselves. Our history, our precious wealth, our accumulation, may mean nothing to them.

So from this point of view, even though they still use our script, our language, but the essence is different. It could even be said that humanity is extinct, and all that remains is some other species that have nothing to do with us.

In this regard, the pseudo-saint refuted it in the way of civilization evolution. Since ancient times, slash-and-burn cultivation has undergone tremendous changes in lifestyle, ethics, social system, aesthetic methods, and so on. Today's life is incredible, even rebellious, from the perspective of the ancients.

But so what, times are not the same as now. Looking at ancient times now, many things are pedantic. The same is true for the future, and the present is also true. The progress of civilization will inevitably give up some things, and it is simply sensational to think that civilization is broken.

Kevin retorted that although there have been great changes since ancient times, people themselves have not changed, and they are still two eyes and one nose. We can still empathize with our ancestors, and we will still worship our ancestors. But if even the species are different, where is the sense of identity?

For example, who in the human race would worship the ancestors of the Minotaurs? Species are all different, civilizations are different.

The pseudo-saint retorted angrily: "You just think it's ugly, so you make up a bunch of reasons to refute it." ”

"Yes," Kevin admits frankly, "I said a long time ago, if it's a donkey ear, I'll take it." ”

"Superficial to the extreme!" the pseudo-saint scolded angrily.

"To tell you the truth, even I can't accept it, and you don't have to expect the common people to accept it," Kevin replied, "and all of the above are considered in terms of the direction of human civilization without considering costs, social issues, or international issues." In fact, our country's national strength is not the strongest, and there is no need to waste more energy on this at present. ”

However, the pseudo-saint will still not be convinced, and still throws out a lot of arguments to refute it. Kevin knew that such a person was almost impossible to convince. The energy she spent on this was unimaginable to ordinary people, and it was undoubtedly unacceptable for her to suddenly give up at this time.

And Kevin himself admits that a big reason is because this thing is so ugly. It is not acceptable that human beings will grow into such ghosts in the future, and there must be a big subjective factor in this. And with the premise of subjective factors, and then looking for reasons, it is already a bit suspicious of raising the bar.

"Let's take a break. Kevin held his head and slowed down. It's been a long time since I've had such a high-intensity debate, but I'm a little tired.

The pseudo-saint leaned against the fence and sighed: "The superficial will always be the majority, and the rational will always be the minority." ”

"I don't think we're going to have any end arguing about this," Kevin began, "shall we change the subject? I would like to ask what happens if a group of people copulate en masse in a church?"

The pseudo-saint was at a loss, as if the topic was changing too quickly, and some couldn't keep up with the rhythm: "What consequences? What consequences can there be? The church will not let them go, it doesn't match the doctrine." ”

"I'm asking about the spell level. Kevin then gave a brief account of what he had seen and what had happened recently. Of course, I didn't say that I made it public.

The pseudo-saint just snorted coldly: "It's impossible to use this kind of thing to learn light spells. ”

Kevin was stunned: "Why?" he remembered that the principal also answered categorically that it was impossible.

"The number of people is too small, and this is one thing," replied the pseudo-saint, "and the second is that it is too difficult to synchronize, and it is divided into men and women. The consumption is huge, and it can be replaced by other rituals. ”

"However, it should be possible in theory. ”

"Theoretically, there is a state of standing up when a coin is tossed, but whether it is divination or betting, the state of standing up is usually not considered. Such a very small probability event is generally not regarded as something of practical value," replied the pseudo-saint, "of course, it cannot be completely ruled out that some of them can learn anything, but this does not prove anything. ”

"Then why are they doing this?" Kevin didn't understand.

The pseudo-saintess spread her hands: "Maybe they don't believe in evil? Maybe they have some technological breakthroughs, after all, I am in prison and can't keep up with the times." ”

Kevin nodded, was silent for a moment, and then asked one last question: "Pseudo-saint, may I ask you about these theories, who else knows about them?"

"That's a lot. The pseudo-saint smiled.

"Are there any loyal enforcers or followers?" asked Kevin.

The pseudo-saint's smile faded away: "I can't tell you this. ”

Kevin said that he understood, stopped today's topic, and began to say goodbye: "Today's chat was very pleasant, I'm going to get ready to go." ”

The pseudo-saint nodded: "Even if you have different ideas, you are the person who has debated with me the longest in recent decades. But because of the existence of people like you, the human re-editing plan can never be implemented. ”

Kevin could only smile wryly and turn away.

When I came out of the prison and walked out of the teleportation array, it was already late at night. Taking a breath of fresh air, Kevin looked at the sky in a silent daze.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps behind him came quickly, followed by the sound of wind behind his head. Kevin was immediately alert, hurriedly turned over to block, and his hands touched, but he felt that the other party seemed to be unswerving.

On closer inspection, this man was Sain. Looks like they've been waiting near the teleportation array for a long time.

"What are you doing?" said Kevin.

"Scare you," Sain just smiled, "You've been elusive lately, and you always feel like there's something wrong. ”

Kevin subconsciously looked left and right, but he didn't notice anyone else, but the parrot was still hovering overhead. Sain skillfully patted Kevin: "Let's go, let's have a supper." There is something enchanted to say. ”

The two casually entered a hotel and asked for a private room. This time, it was Sain's turn to take out the hedron to set up the enchantment, and Kevin sat there a little awkwardly, he somewhat expected what Sain would ask.

"All right," said Sain, as he sat back in his seat, "you say, wasn't you the one who was released in the church that night?"

Kevin: "......"

"I can't think of anyone else but you," Sain said, spreading his hands, "it's okay for you to fool others, it's too much for us to fool." ”

"Alas!" Kevin sighed, "this is an offense to people, and it is inconvenient for you to know." ”

"The sheriffs have checked the families of the nobles today, and even went back to school to check their academic performance," Sain continued, "with their level of knowledge, they are theoretically not capable of creating a magic circle, and it is not like their style of doing things." ”

"Then it's possible that they'll hire someone to do it. Kevin said casually.

"Who, please?" said Sain, smiling.

Kevin waved his hand, trying to divert the subject: "By the way, what about the little spoon?"

"She seems to have had a problem lately," Sain replied, but immediately dragged the subject back, "It's the same question you just had, right?"

"Oh, yes, yes," Kevin reluctantly admitted, "I did it." ”

"So, what are you going to do next?" Sain asked, "but the sheriff is on the hunt for you criminal." ”

"You! you're here to trick me!" Kevin reacted suddenly, "You're not Sain! Who are you?"

"I'm Sain. Sain replied.

"Let me pinch my face!" Kevin immediately reached over, and then rubbed Sain's face fiercely, and Sain was rubbed for a while and then flattened, and then stopped for a long time.

"Well, you're really Sain. Kevin let go.

Sain shook his head: "You're really...... Don't digress from the conversation, what's next?"

"That's so quick to think about it, ...... for now" Kevin turned his head and glanced out the window, but suddenly felt a little unnatural, "Is there a bit of a parrot out there?"

"Is it much?" Sain turned his head as well. The two of them are in the enchantment, so they can easily see the outside, but they can't see the inside from the outside. At this time, I saw two on the branches of the trees in the distance, but two more in the corners of the houses. In terms of night patrols, there are indeed a little more.

Kevin looked at the parrot in a daze, and suddenly a question flashed in his mind: If you talk about re-editing human beings, there are more or less reasons to refute it such as the inheritance of human civilization. But if you re-edit the parrot, what reason can you have?

In fact, parrots are very envious of the flexible hands of humans, of the abundance of facial expressions, and even of the high status of humans themselves. If someone is willing to re-edit the parrot, then the resistance from the parrot world is probably minimal. Kevin has a hard time imagining a parrot with long hands, or a parrot with facial expressions, and it feels terrifying. But parrots may not think so.

Is it for this reason, then, that the parrots are assisting in the events in the church?

"What's wrong?" Sain couldn't help but ask when he saw Kevin in a daze for a long time.

"I felt like I was going to do something. Kevin's face was solemn.

"Oh, what?" said Sain, curious.

"I'm going to turn myself in. Kevin was astonishing.

Sain was stunned: "Why?"

"Since they are not afraid of being exposed, and in turn accuse them of blaming the public, then I will turn myself in generously. By the way, their ** was made public. Kevin replied.

"But......" Sain scratched his head, "it's not easy, what if they don't admit it? They say you're slandering, and we have no proof." ”

"Aren't you the proof?" replied Kevin, "and you saw them copulating through the crystal ball." Aren't your words enough, the son of the head of the Thunder Knights?"

Sain: "......"