"So you're completely taking the time to do something that doesn't make sense."

Probably because Fujimaru Rika had made some achievements on this issue, Conrad Coetze's original churning anger was a little darker, but he still sneered sharply with a dark cloud of gloom: "A traveler who goes in the wrong direction will never reach the right end, let alone you plunged headlong into a definite dead end." I don't see the point in wasting your energy on these 'unnecessary things'. ”

"And I tried to change Nostramo?"

"What do you think I'm referring to? Accuse you of making Nightfall look like some kind of classical music capital? The true Lord of the Eighth Legion let out a monstrous scream at these words, "—I do have something to say about it: the Eighth Legion should be the hammer of justice, the blade of punishment, the judge of fear!" And you make them weak! ”

In the face of the criticism of an original body, especially Conrad Coetze, Rika Fujimaru still did not show any fear. The only emotional act she showed was a helpless sigh: "It seems that we have disagreements on many things. If things go as the emperor had planned, we'll probably have to get used to it for a while. ”

Conrad Coetz knew what the plan was, and he had not been optimistic about it from the beginning, but even though he had been judged and died in Tagusa, before he was awakened by the Emperor and entered the illusion, he realized that the instincts of life were still deeply engraved in his body, which lacked the support of a physical entity.

He saw that the plan would go smoothly to the end, and then it would succeed. This is why, even though he has ten thousand reluctances, he still passes the trial almost obediently according to the arrangement of the illusion; That's why, even though Rika Fujimaru did him off on many levels, the girl could still stand there and talk to him with all her beards and tails.

She was an even more important part of the project, even more important than Conrad Coetzes. So she had to live.

"Let's get to the bottom of the question at the beginning: I felt that many of my attempts were pointless because they couldn't change the outcome that was already predestined. Is that so, Mr. Conrad? ”

"Indeed." Conrad Coetze, though she has a lot of criticism about many of the questions about her, agrees with Rika Fujimaru's ability to quickly grasp the main points in conversation. However, this identification at this time only exacerbated the disgust and irritability that had been haunting him since he boarded the Nightfall, and made him feel that his disgust for the whole thing had become less pure.

"Also, don't try to convince me with the tricks of persuasion." The awakened dead souls added with clear malice.

Fujimaru Rika shook her head slightly: "I didn't convince Savitarion, I just temporarily suppressed some of his thoughts that were not to my liking through my identity as the commander of the Eighth Legion. You should also know that Sevita Leone...... It can be said to be very stubborn. Or rather, Astarte is basically very stubborn. It always takes a lot of time and reliable examples to completely convince them to change their minds. ”

"Then you'll soon find out that the original is much more stubborn than Astarte."

"It's a lot more proud, too. In fact, I had long since discovered this from the history of the empire that the emperor had shown me, and from my contacts with Mr. Ferrus. But given that we've all experienced so many bad prophetic visions here and now, I wonder if we can communicate better on the topic of 'future'?" ”

Conrad Coetzes was noncommittal. Even though he had a lot of ridicule in his heart, on the surface he still made a "please continue" gesture. He was determined to see what this mortal was, according to the basic premise of this illusion, a mortal who had witnessed every prophecy he had seen at the end of his life, but still hadn't broken down because of it.

"First of all, I don't think it's pointless to try to make a change when the outcome of one thing is certain." Rika Fujimaru turned her head and turned her gaze back to Nostramo in the lonely void, "Many times an event will have an impact on the part that will affect the future - like this planet that will always go around and go back to its original point. It may always return to this chaotic and sinful state, but there are still people who have benefited from it in the years when every change was first made, when order and peace were still functioning. ”

Mortal thoughts. Conrad Coetzes almost burst out laughing.

What does this mean? Does a little trivial achievement give you self-comfort? ”

How can this be considered self-soothing? Isn't a trivial achievement an achievement? Rika Fujimaru refuted in a similar sentence, "Those who could only freeze and starve to death on the original Nostramo received proper relief, those who could only be worn to death on the assembly line received proper remuneration and vacation, those who could only be consumed as weapons and cannon fodder of the nobility were given another more valuable way out, and those who could only be illiterate all their lives were given education and a ladder of advancement—even if such an order could only operate for a short period of ten years at a time, but weren't these welcome changes?" I understand that you primitives and even Astarte don't care much about the lives of ordinary people. During the Great Expedition, your eyes fell on the stars, and your fleet swept across countless planets, slaughtering countless aliens, and pointing to a glorious future—"

"—a future that has been imposed on the body."

"—but dare you say that you didn't aspire to that future at all?"

Rika Fujimaru even turned around and snarled at him, and Conrad Coz was indeed stopped for a moment.

He did not answer the question, but the act of not answering is itself an answer.

"It is a future that depicts the happiness of all mankind." After stabilizing her mood a little, Rika Fujimaru's tone changed to a soft whisper, "And human happiness sprouts from these things that you don't care about. ”

"But it didn't work." Konrad Coetzes replied in a similar voice, "You know that these things are illusory bubbles that can only last for more than a decade on the Nostramo, and they may look good, but they will eventually shatter and fall back into the mire full of deadly chemicals underneath." ”

"The bubble may burst eventually, but the bubble did." "People who know right from wrong and have justice in their hearts grow and thrive in these waves of reincarnation, and when these people grow in number, chaos will have to pay more to replace order until it can no longer form a climate – I have data to prove that." ”

Naive. Conrad Coetzes thought. But he began to find it difficult to define whether such an approach would be ridiculous or respectable.

"Perhaps, but how long will it take?" He was a little surprised to find that there was no longer so obvious malice and hostility in his questioning, "Is it the future of Haiqing Heyan that you expect to come first?" Or did the finish of Nostramo come first? Didn't your prophecy tell you? ”

“…… I don't quite understand what you think of those prophecies, Mr. Conrad. Fujimaru Rika sighed, "It seems to me that you were completely trapped by them in your life, but I managed to escape because I was wary of it from the beginning. As someone who is not in a cage, my answer to this is: I don't care. ”

The shock of this answer to Conrad Coetzes was far greater than the indignation caused by the denial of his ideas by a mortal. Even if it was the original body, he could only repeat the other party's answer in surprise unconsciously: "...... Doesn't matter? ”

"If Haiqing Heyan's future arrives first, of course it's good; But if the end of Nostramo comes first, does that mean that my transformation of Nostramo has to end? ”

Rika Fujimaru confidently said something that seemed illogical to Conrad Coetzes:

"It's true that I want to change Nostramo, but it's not the planet itself that I actually want to change, it's the people on it! With the technological level of mankind in the thirtieth millennium, it is not impossible to move the people of the entire planet to live on another planet! If the destruction of Nostramo cannot be stopped, let it be destroyed. As a genetic prototype, I can of course pack up all the inhabitants of my home planet and put them on another habitable planet, re-establish the same culture and architecture, and continue to transform its social environment! ”

Conrad Coetzes was speechless in astonishment. Although he had never thought of solving the problem, he was still shocked by the shocking logic that came into solving the problem. He couldn't react, and Rika Fujimaru's speech continued:

"In the final analysis, although we can see the outcome of something in the future, the result itself is only a summary and conclusion of the future, not the actual end. Nostramo could be destroyed, and if she were indeed shattered in the orbital bombardment, her wreckage would still be floating around the system, and Mechachanist ships could still salvage the Adamantite ore that originally belonged to Nostramo nearby. Further, according to my train of thought, the Galactic could be ignited by war, and Horus could drag the entire empire into the quagmire of war - if that was to happen, wouldn't it be better to stock up on a sufficient number of fire extinguishers in advance and find a way to pull the empire out of the swamp if it slips into the swamp? ”

"That little effort is like a mantis arm as a car, in the flames of the burning sky, what is the use of a mere legion?"

"Effort may not bear fruit, but effort itself can be meaningful – even if it's small." She had already talked about this part of the topic before, but Rika Fujimaru didn't seem to mind repeating it again, "If you don't accumulate steps, you can't go a thousand miles; If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas. I believe that even if today's efforts do not bear fruit, even if the results are dissipated in the sinister reality, they will become the cornerstone of a different future. ”

"But how do you know if the unforeseen future is good or bad?"

"If it's a good future, accept it; If it's a bad future, try to fix it or cross it. When Rika Fujimaru said this, she was like a child who played a scoundrel in a game and wanted to win no matter what, "I'm super unbelievers!" ”

After the words fell, Conrad Coetzes thought for a few minutes. For the Primordial, these few minutes were enough for him to think rather involutively, dealing with data that was difficult for ordinary people to understand. Fujimaru Rika didn't know exactly what he was thinking during this time, but she obviously had plenty of patience, and just stood quietly to the side, waiting for the other party's thinking to come to fruition.

In the end, the original body of the Eighth Legion unexpectedly showed a smile that contained only a positive meaning:

"Fujimaru Rika, you did teach me a lesson." He was not reconciled, but he decided to admit, "I may need some time to think about all the points you have made in this conversation, and I will have reservations about them until I have a result—but only on this last point, I can agree immediately and unconditionally." ”

He smiled a little narrowly and said, "If you believed in fate, I'm afraid you would have died 10,000 times." ”

"Who's to say it isn't?" Rika Fujimaru winked at him deliberately.

The somewhat tense atmosphere dissipated, and together they smiled silently in the dim and barely lit light on the bridge of the Nightfall.