One advantage of singing lost songs that have been lost for a long time is that others don’t know if you are out of tune or if you have forgotten the words. Even if the melody is occasionally discordant, you can use the singing method of ancient times to cover up the past.

Wolf's voice is slightly hoarse, but she sings quite nicely. But she obviously doesn't practice often. It was fine at first, but later in the song she got stuck and forgot words more and more, and Wolf made more and more quibbles.

.The lost language no longer flows from her mouth, replaced by a modern language that Wolf temporarily translated without even rhyming.

Broken chimneys passed by them, and the dust from the excavation area of ​​the Tower of Babel that was connected to the industrial area was already faintly visible.

The song Wolf sang also imprinted several images in Weta's mind: In ancient times, the fur race, which was still in a barbaric civilization, lit torches around the Tower of Babel, and then traveled around the Tower for many years. The torches were torched along the way.

It cannot be extinguished, otherwise the person holding the torch must be divided and eaten by the same race. In the end, the remaining people will be called a warrior comparable to the gods when they return to the starting point, and then that warrior will step into the Tower of Babel;

There are also small races that have acquired unimaginable technology. They have built a suspended arena around the Tower of Babel. The nobles ride up and down in their own transparent airships to witness the non-stop killings in the arena day and night. The champion is almost decided by

Weeks are the unit, and then the champion who represents the strongest will be surrounded by people walking towards the Tower of Babel.

... No wonder Wolf said that the diameter of the Tower of Babel is immeasurable. Both lyrics involve the content of surrounding the Tower of Babel, but in the first lyric, the time for the brave and active fur race to circle the Tower of Babel is measured in years, but in the latter

In one story, a race of dwarfs built an arena around the Tower of Babel that allowed their tribesmen to fight in close quarters.

However, there is a pattern in this, that is, the technology mastered by the race in the latter part of the story is so much higher than that of the previous one. Could it be that the stronger the technology mastered by a certain race, the smaller the diameter of the Tower of Babel?

Asked the question to Wolf, who just shook his head: "The correlation is not that big, only about 30%. And the sample is also very problematic. Some of the races in my song love to brag, and some are civilized to them."

The results achieved are extremely modest. For example, for the dwarves, the suspended device they talked about may just be an iron frame that pulls them into the air, while the bodies of the fur people may have been scientifically modified by them consciously.”

Vita nodded, feeling that his useless knowledge had increased. The horse seemed to be dissatisfied with the increasingly bad air, snoring more and more, looking for a foothold in the rubble, and the horseshoes stepped on it.

Broken and discarded glass. Vita still had some questions and wanted to ask Wolf, but she stopped talking the next second.

Several disheveled Knights members suddenly appeared in the previous seemingly abandoned house. One of them threw away a beer bottle and wiped it on his pants. The eagle-shaped badge symbolizing glory on his chest was also stained with oil.

, I don’t know how long it has been skewed.

Pulling the horse to a stop, Vita tightened the crow mask on his face, and looked behind him across the swaying Knights members. There were still three or four kilometers away from the excavation site, but the dust covering the sky had already

It rose into the sky like a mushroom cloud caused by a large amount of explosives tearing apart the earth. Of course, there were no tower-like buildings six or seven kilometers high in the smoke.

"You have a nice horse, what are you doing here?" The members of the Knights picked their teeth with toothpicks and slowly approached here.

Vita pointed to his mask: "Investigator, come find someone."

The members of the Knights snorted disdainfully: "Investigator? Then you should know that according to Governor Stephanie's decree, no one other than the Knights can approach the construction area ahead. Moreover, according to Article 7 of the decree, I can always

The right to arrest you..."

The knight's eyes suddenly twitched, because Vita quickly dismounted and walked towards him quickly. The fighting instinct wanted him to move, but the power of alcohol rushed to his forehead, and his originally strong legs refused to obey, and he could not move at all.

But the next second, Ling Lie's eyes suddenly turned into a smile. Vita just grabbed his left hand and quickly stuffed something into the knight's hand.

"Invite brothers to have a drink." Vita looked at the knight's face through the mask, but he didn't feel bad at all for spending Tennyson's money.

Deciding to pay a bribe was necessary. Tennyson gave Vita many identities. It would be unwise to reveal them in front of the knight who was completely penetrated by Stephanie and was no longer even willing to cooperate with the investigators. Besides, Vita still had some questions he wanted to ask him.

thing.

The knight took his hand back. The banknotes provided by Vita were far more than the weight of a drink. He took them out and nodded them openly, kept his own, and waved to his companions in the bunker: "Okay, I didn't see you.

After you..."

Vita took out another wad of banknotes and stuffed them into the knight's pocket: "I'll improve the food for the brothers."

"Haha, easy to say, easy to say..." The knight took a few steps back, pulled open his collar and yelled something casually. Vita stared at it, and it seemed that the small communication card in the collar was the same one he got from Tennyson.

"Okay," the knight tugged on his clothes a few times: "I said hello to the brothers in the outer ring. If anyone asks you to trouble me, just tell me the name of Cornwall... But it won't work in the inner ring. The hands of the brothers are stretched out.

Don’t go in.”

Vita tilted the crow mask and took out a few more bills: "Brother Cornwall, the person I'm looking for may be in the inner ring, so I can't help anymore..."

Vita gestured to Wolf and Abby.

"No, no," Cornwall, who was dazzled by the money, waved his hands repeatedly: "The inner ring and the outside cannot be compared. The Governor has strictly ordered that the benefits can only be obtained from the outer ring... The elite group of the inner ring a few days ago

We put in a few gangsters and the like...but they were all fed an iron peanut on their foreheads by the higher-ups..."

"How many gangsters were put in?" Weta was surprised: "Have the gangsters been caught?"

"How can there be?" Cornwall shook his head repeatedly: "If those elites are captured, they will be shot? The superiors have been sad for a long time... I feel that they have misjudged the wrong person... Moreover, what kind of bullshit elites are those? They asked after the interrogation.

I don’t know, they are no longer human. Shooting them is their relief..."

Cornwall suddenly covered his mouth. Was it because he was drunk? Why didn't he have a door handle at all? He wanted to leave, but the kind investigator in front of him came forward again and asked a few irrelevant questions.

Before leaving, I hugged myself and was stuffed with a few more bills before I returned to the house where my partner was already drunk.

Vita watched the knight staggering away and rode back on the horse. Wolf withdrew the illusion magic she had activated, while Abby's face wrinkled, her magic skills declining.

Vita tapped the reins and the horse continued to move forward. Wolf scratched Vita's back: "What do you think?"

Already far away from the outpost, Vita suddenly opened his palm. Inside was a small communication card that originally belonged to Cornwall.

"Tennyson's intelligence shows that there are hundreds of gangsters running to the construction site, far more than just a few." Vita stared at the card thoughtfully: "But looking at the lazy look of these knights, they probably didn't notice that there were hundreds of fils.

Don's comrades once invaded here."

"so?"

"So, Felton's comrades must have helpers at the construction site," Vita continued to guess: "Well, those elite knights, after letting the gangsters escape, still couldn't make any comment under torture? I don't think they

If I can’t even remember the appearance of the black man or the way he ran away, then there is only one possibility.”

"That is, these elites who were shot were comrades of Felton who chose to sacrifice to save other gangsters. While the Knights were infiltrated by Stephanie, there were also members who were moved by the gangsters."

Vita inhaled and suddenly clenched his fist. The card that originally belonged to Cornwall transformed in his hand, and the magic circuit was connected. Now, the card can broadcast and communicate to the outside world.

The sounds of several people getting drunk could be heard from the private bunker behind them.

Vita thought about it for a moment, and then said in a deep voice to the card in his hand: "I am the crow in the industrial area, and I am here with the coil remote control."

Then, Vita let go of his hand. The card vibrated slightly, and distorted sounds continued to be emitted through the vibration:

"Cornwall, how many more drinks have you had? Are you confused?"

"Be careful not to fall into the pit. The pit dug by those workers is quite deep."

"Hey, Cornwall? You've really had too much to drink..."

The vibration that brought the voice stopped suddenly, and the card fell silent for a while.

Vita and the card were silent for a long time.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the distorted sound came again:
Chapter completed!