"I don't see anything you can gain from this agreement. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Especially if you risk offending the continent's largest empire by providing such precious technology. The silver-haired man read the parchment carefully and said suspiciously, "There is no such thing as a free lunch. In this case, I find it hard to believe that you have not planted any trap in it that I don't know about. ”

"Of course I got what I wanted. It's exciting to think of the whole of Wickobaut as a giant experiment. Do you think that such a price is insignificant?" Augusta's voice had a rare hint of high-pitchedness, and it was hard to find such a large and suitable test subject.

"Wait a minute, Experiment, I just noticed your diction. Does this mean that your technology is not perfect?" the silver-haired man continued to doubt, "I can't trust the entire future of Wickoborg to be left to an imperfect technology. ”

"You still don't understand what I mean. Augusta sighed, "What I'm offering is a well-established technique that allows the castle to be rebuilt indefinitely. If you read the protocol carefully, you will see that with enough energy, Fort Wico can be completely restored even if it is reduced to rubble. ”

"But you're talking about the experiment......" The silver-haired man was still reluctant to trust Augusta, a newcomer to the Sanctuary who had always been known for his cunning and intelligence.

"I need to rely on your castle to collect data. In the face of the Sanctuary powerhouses and countless coalition forces, I wonder how far my defenses can go. That's the meaning of the experiment. Only by collecting this data can I make targeted arrangements in my future works, so as to try to achieve perfect defense. Augusta's tone took on a hint of depth, "My current goal is to create a defense system that even the Sanctuary cannot penetrate. ”

"Your ambitions are so big. The silver-haired man complimented, but deep down he didn't think so. Every Sanctuary has a trace of the power of rules, and it is an impossible task to completely defend against the power of these rules.

"Hehe~" Augusta could certainly hear the silver-haired man's perfunctory meaning, but he had no intention of arguing with him, "Then are you willing to sign this agreement? ”

As Augusta finished speaking, the chest of the mechanical armor suddenly cracked, and he pulled out a wrench-shaped object with a dark golden glow.

"What is this?" the silver-haired man felt a strange power from the wrench, not powerful, but it gave him an unfathomable feeling.

"An imitation of the heart of the craftsman, as long as it is placed at the core of the castle, can be integrated with the castle, transforming the castle into a machine, so that it has the ability to rebuild indefinitely. Augusta's words made the silver-haired man's breathing begin to rapid.

Although it is only an imitation, the word Craftsman's Heart is enough to say it all, it is the Twelve Movements of Creation left by Hemet, the god of craftsmen, on the continent of Eliat!

He had never heard of anyone who could imitate the twelve movements of creation that belonged to the Lord God, and it was no exaggeration to say that they already belonged to the realm of God. I didn't expect this new Sanctuary to be able to come up with such a thing, does this mean that the true craftsman's heart has fallen into his hands, or does it mean that he has surpassed the realm of the Sanctuary and reached the realm of the gods?

The silver-haired man shook his head with a wry smile, putting the unrealistic idea behind him. Both the Twelve Movements of Creation and the Realm of God are legends, at least he has never heard of anyone holding the Twelve Movements of Creation, nor has he ever heard of anyone becoming a god through his own efforts.

"Can I understand that this replica of the craftsman's heart will be the core of the entire castle in the future, if this core is destroyed......" The silver-haired man looked unusually cautious, not letting go of a single slight flaw.

"Destruction? Augusta let out a sneer, "Although this is only an imitation, if you want to destroy it, you can't go beyond the Sanctuary." ”

"Beyond the Sanctuary, you mean ......"

"God's realm, but do you think it's possible?" Augusta confirmed the silver-haired man's speculation, and at the same time proved that he did not go beyond the sanctuary to reach the realm of gods.

"Is it possible that you can take this thing back?" the silver-haired man thought of another possible flaw.

"Look carefully at the agreement. Augusta gestured unhappily to the parchment still in the silver-haired man's hand, "I promise never to retrieve such a thing myself." ”

"Personally, but it's still possible for someone else to retrieve it. "The silver-haired man doesn't miss a single detail.

"I wish there was someone who could take it and prove that everything I did still made sense. Unfortunately, this will never be possible. Augusta said in a lonely voice.

"How do you prove it?" the silver-haired man asked.

"Tell you what. This item can only be taken by me except for the gods, or by anyone who can synchronize with my brainwaves at least 90 percent. ”

"Brainwaves?Synchronicity?What's that?" the silver-haired man had apparently not heard of these two new terms.

"I don't have time to explain it to you in detail, anyway, this kind of person absolutely does not exist. - At least not on the continent of Eliad!" Augusta said impatiently, "Hurry up and decide, you're running out of time." ”

"So...... I agreed. The silver-haired man gritted his teeth and made a final decision. He couldn't watch his ancestral Wickeborg ruin in his hands.

"Wise choice. Augusta gave the silver-haired man a replica of the Craftsman's Heart, "You'll find it a good deal, and once you've got it, you'll find a lot of useful uses, so think for yourself." Then I'll take my leave. ”

"Won't you stay and see for yourself how this treasure and the core of the castle merge?" asked the silver-haired man, who was really eager to ask Augusta if he wasn't afraid of him being a ghost.

"There's nothing new when you see too much. Besides, I don't want to be on the opposite side of the empire just yet. Augusta replied with a sigh of relief, "Besides, you don't have much sincerity to let me see the true heart of the castle, do you?"

......

Beyond the castle, at the foot of the lonely hill, a mysterious figure appeared there, meeting up with Augusta, who had just come down from the mountain.

"Thank you for your help in giving me the opportunity to sneak into the castle and complete that. The man who spoke was a middle-aged priest, and he looked like the young Bishop of Flren.

"It's just mutual benefit. I'm just trying to use your oracle spells. Augusta glanced at the priest he had just acquainted with, and then looked back at Wicoburg on the top of the lonely mountain, he could clearly sense that the imitation of the craftsman's heart had begun to merge with the core of Wicoburg, "You can find exactly where I live in seclusion, it means that your oracle is still somewhat effective." Otherwise, do you think that you are a nobody worthy of my help at such a great cost?"