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Fused with the souls of many witches, at the expense of their sanity, they gained the ability to decipher the documents left behind by the underground civilization, and could only answer yes and no, and at first they were no different from dead things...... All this gives it a layer of mystery and tragedy.

However, when Roland saw with his own eyes the central carrier imprisoned in the underground secret room of the hall, he still couldn't help but take a breath.

I saw a sarcoma much larger than Pasha and the others being wound in layers of iron locks, and several thick tentacles were even pulled apart and nailed into the wall or ceiling with iron nails. The broken epidermis is scarred, and many of the tentacles still have broken marks, obviously not the first time it has been treated like this.

If he remembered correctly, the central carrier, like the primordial carrier, was sentient.

It can feel cold, hot, sweet, bitter...... and pain.

"Why?" Roland couldn't help frowning, "Aren't all the souls that merge into the carrier all witches, and one of your three seats, ......"

"Eleanor, Your Majesty," Pasha sighed, "there is no choice, the carrier is not much less powerful than the Divine Punishment Samurai, our tentacles can drill through the dirt, dig light wells above the dome, and naturally attack the enemy, tearing the captured prey in half. If you don't, an unconscious carrier that can move at will will cause more trouble than a hybrid beast. 」

I see...... Roland immediately understood her helplessness, the tentacle sarcoma itself may be the basic combat unit of the underground civilization. A non-conscious carrier located within a stronghold can pose a great threat to the gods and the core of mana if it gets out of control. The Taqira survivors apparently could not accept such a risk and had no choice but to imprison it.

It's a pity that he knows that he knows, and he still has some sighs in his heart.

After all, the witches who had volunteered to merge had given everything for Tachira were now trapped in this dark corner.

Probably reading what was going on in his heart, Pasha's tone was a little grateful, mixed with a hint of bitterness, "We've tried to ask them how they feel, but we've never been able to get an answer - the fused souls can no longer be extracted through the magic core, so it's never clear if they will feel the stimulus from the outside world. 」

"Merging with Lord Eleanor is the ultimate destination for every Witch of Tachira, and we are no exception, so you don't have to worry about it. Elfim, who had been silent before, spoke again. It's just that I don't know if it's an illusion, Roland always feels that the other party's voice is no longer as cold as before.

Well...... Probably upgraded from the ice cube level to the ice water level.

"However, when we asked if we wanted to imprison the central carrier, the answer of the three main tendrils was yes. Selene finally added, "If it weren't for that, we wouldn't have fixed her so thoroughly. 」

Roland nodded, "There is a painter named Soroya in the League of Witches who can draw extremely flexible fabrics, and a little girl named Yuyu, who can make objects sticky. If the two abilities work together, it can produce a stronger binding force than the iron rope, and if it is tied in this way, at least it will not leave her covered in injuries. If you don't have an opinion......"

"No, it would be nice if that was the case," the beard on top of Pasha's head drooped slightly, "please accept my gratitude. 」

"It's okay, it's just a gesture. Roland waved his hand, "But ...... What does it mean that all three of them answered in the affirmative? Could it be that one can say yes and the other can't? So who should listen to in this way?"

"Let Céline explain this to you. 」

"That's right," Serin seemed excited to help alleviate the pain of her fellow merges, and she immediately continued, "The biggest difference between the central carrier and us is that she has three main tendrils that allow her to convey more complex messages without the need for conscious conversations, just like I do now. 」

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint red light erupted from the main whisker above her head.

"Oh, this still glows?"

"We used it to express feelings and emotions before we fully mastered conscious communication, but we didn't use it much since then. Selene moved to the center of the chamber and pointed to the three main tendrils that had fallen from the top of their heads and were firmly pinned to the ground, "But they who have lost their minds can't do this, and can only answer by the red light—yes, yes or no. 」

"However, when deciphering the literature of the underworld, we found that a simple yes or no cannot quickly help you find the right answer. She went on to explain, "For example, if a sentence means that I am a Tachira witch, if it is translated as I am a witch or I am Tachira, it will show no, so that even a simple sentence will take a lot of time to confirm. 」

"So you use three answers to indicate the degree of proximity?" Roland immediately understood what they were thinking.

"Your comprehension is beyond the ordinary," Selene exclaimed, "yes, the closer you get to the real answer, the more red light you get. The three main whiskers are all bright, which is equivalent to being completely correct, and of course, there is also a special sense of agreement. 」

Therefore, the soul fusion led by Eleanor does not exclude their companions from imprisoning themselves underground?Roland couldn't help but be a little moved in his heart, although it was not clear whether they judged from the safety of the base area, or whether they answered based on their own feelings, this decision had to make people sigh.

He took a deep breath, "Can I ask her some questions?"

"Of course," Celine moved away, "just say the question." 」

Roland walked up to the central carrier and said slowly, "Suppose I have two baskets with two apples in each of them, and when I pour them out, there will be four apples on the ground, right?"

The three tentacles lit up instantly.

"Ugh...... Is that what you're asking?" said Selene, surprised.

"Your Majesty," Wendy also felt a little embarrassed, "what do you think of again?"

"Just a test," Roland asked again with an unchanging face, "and then I now have twelve thousand three hundred and forty-five baskets, each containing fifty-four thousand three hundred and twenty-one apples, and how many apples will there be on the ground if they are all poured out?" he pulled a small note from his pocket, "I guess it's ...... , right?"

It was an answer he had prepared in advance, and it turned out to be a nine-digit number, which was a complex operation in this day and age, and anyone who had not been educated in mathematics in Neverwinter would probably not be able to come up with a result for a while, as could be seen in the silence of the High Witch of Tachira.

But when he gave the number, three red lights lit up again - and as before, there was no delay in replying.