In the quiet cafe, a distant roar came.

The guests in the seats looked up disturbingly in the distance, but they could not see anything, and the street was quiet.

The guards patrolling past told politely to those who asked for help, but a little thing happened and it will be resolved soon. Please stand still and do n’t panic and run.

Soon, a waiter with a plate politely issued a verification bracelet and a map of the nearest shelter to every customer, and successfully calmed some people's uneasiness without any hassle and preparation.

"Sir, your bracelet and map."

When the waiter came to the corner, he saw the man sitting on the chair.

The skinny man turned his back to the gate and looked down at the chessboard in front of him.

Unfortunately, no one came to play against him.

Only the broken pieces on the board gradually cracked, and as the waiter approached, the last two pieces fell apart.

The strange thing is that the glass pieces on the board seem to have only one side, and all are chariots and bishops.

Only the lonely king is still in the hands of the chess player.

When the chess player is focused, there seems to be some strange magic that makes the surroundings quiet and unbearable.

The waiter hesitated to stand beside him, wondering whether he should speak, and he raised his head.

The two blue eyes in the deep eye socket moved flexibly, making the waiter take a step back.

Looking at this skinny man, it seemed that he was being stared at by something bad, which made people hairy. But his language is low and full of magnetism, making people feel close and trustworthy.

"Anything?" He asked.

The waiter hesitated and handed over the contents of the plate: "This is your verification bracelet and a map of the nearest shelter. If something happens, you can go quickly."

"I will."

He smiled at the waiter and emphasized again softly: "I will."

His smile was kind and kind, and it was reassuring. The waitress couldn't help smiling and turned away happily.

Leaving him alone facing the silent chessboard, contemplating.

Until his hand, the piece representing the king also showed a tragic trace.

In a trance, there seemed to be some mourning in the distance.

"The wail of the ruler?"

He murmured softly: "It seems to be no different from the voice of the ruled."

"Don't you feel sorry? Mr. Morando."

Opposite him, on the empty seat, a low and elegant voice came with a reserved Roman accent.

The phantom-like middle-aged man was holding an exquisite cane, dressed in a gown, and the faintly white temples were neat and solemn, with long hair combed behind his head.

He asked curiously: "Or, the higher person you believe has a tragic ending, don't you feel so guilty if you stand idly by?"

"Guilty? Why?"

Morando replied: "Because of my previous beliefs?"

"Exactly." The elegant man nodded.

"I think you made a mistake, Mr. Mathers."

Morando shook his head slightly and smiled and mocked: "From the beginning, belief in this kind of thing was an exchange of stealth and slickness for human beings. It is not equivalent, nor can it be called fair."

"Just a verbal praise, I want peace, I just want to give a little money and I want to live for a hundred years, just a little piety, I want to get the blessing to heaven-is this not a ridiculous thing? Things? "

"Regardless of whether the object of faith comes from the kingdom of heaven or the abyss, whether it is happy land or **** that the other party promised, it is not even necessary to investigate whether those promises are possible, whether it is truth or lies."

He said flatly: "The so-called belief is the greed of the weak without shame, a begging and a fluke in the face of fear."

Talking about his views so frankly, he asked seriously: "Since I have no shame, why should I be ashamed?"

Mathers raised his eyebrows slightly: "So, do you hate faith?"

"No, on the contrary, I crave faith more than anyone else! Because I know my own weakness and incompetence, and I know my limitations."

Morando told him seriously and seriously: "I want to believe, I want to have a faith full of power. So, who gives me strength, who I believe in. It's that simple."

Mathers seemed stunned.

He looked at the collaborator in front with a slight consternation. For a long time, he sighed admiringly: "It doesn't matter whether your words make sense, but for so many years, I really haven't met someone like you.

"Isn't this bad?" Morando asked. "Or is it so disgusting to be so shameless?"

"No, I find it more enjoyable."

Mathers, holding his cane, moved closer and laughed softly: "A long time ago, those preaching priests would say-a long time ago, humans lived in a beautiful heaven, following the orders of the gods, living carefree Worry about life, but do n’t eat the fruits of the tree, do you know why? "

"Appreciate further details."

"Because only guilty people who eat apples know shame."

Mathers said, "Shame of this kind is prepared for people who bear original sins-people with true faith will only disdain and sneer."

Morando laughed: "Do you think I am innocent, Mr. Mathers?"

"No, it's better to say that you and I belong to the kind of sinful and evil people?" Mathers shook his head. "Where can there be pure righteous people like you and me who fall into the abyss with **** hands?"

"So what's the point of this story?"

"If it is to seek meaning, then it may only explain one reason."

Mathers laughed mockingly:

"--From the beginning, the so-called faith was a lie."

boom!

A deep loud noise came from afar.

In Morando's hands, the crystal king's chess piece cracked again, and a faint ink color emerged from it, flowing out of the king's face.

It looks like blood.

"The king will die."

Mathers raised his hand, spread his palms, and between his five fingers, a blood-red **** slowly emerged-the head was wearing a sacred crown, wearing a pure white dress, holding a rose rosary pawn, his face was unbelievable Lando's appearance.

"I think it's your turn to play next."

He got up slowly, put the pieces in Morando's hands, bent down, and whispered softly in his ear: "The last" Bishop "Your Excellency."

"I will."

Morando folded his fingers together calmly and asked again: "What about you?"

"Huh?" The middle-aged gentleman preparing to leave stopped and looked back puzzled.

"Aren't you going to appear on the chessboard?"

Mathers laughed, took off the round hat on the hanger, and put it on his whitened hair: "For chess players, there is no need to put anything on the chessboard, is it? "

Orlando didn't speak again.

Mathers nodded and turned away.

When passing by the seat by the window, his footsteps slightly paused, and he glanced down inadvertently.

On the seat was a gaunt man, with thick dark circles, wearing an unremarkable gray suit, frowning and drinking unsweetened black coffee.

He looked up at Mathers, who also glanced at him.

The two calmly withdrew their gazes and continued to rush.

Just as it was then.

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Twenty minutes ago, above the sea beyond the asterisks, the sea was calm, and the weird silence covered everything.

In the distant London border, the heavily guarded Astronomical Society Headquarters, after the 16th floor underground, after double verification of identity and password, transfer to a special elevator, and after another source and quality comparison, the old elevator began to load again. The passengers sink.

Straight down, then down.

Overhead floor · L8.

The iron fence at the entrance of the elevator slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in a gray overhaul came out and heard the sound of a musical on an old television.

A long pizza was thrown at the long table at the door, but the chair was empty.

Until the deep sound of the toilet flushing came from the compartment, a belly-old old security came out from the inside, shook his legs, and returned to his position.

"Do you want to report?"

He flipped through the middle-aged man and handed in the documents, checked the signature above, turned over a register and handed it over, signed it, and finally grabbed a pen and ticked it, opened the drawer and took out a bunch of keys Get up and say, "Come with me."

The door to the warehouse was opened.

There is no smell of dust in the air, and a good ventilation system maintains a constant temperature without even any musty smell.

It ’s just pure, it does n’t smell anything.

No sound can be heard.

Only the crisp sound of leather boots stepping on the floor gradually deepened.

Until the end, stopped in front of a huge square cabinet, the guard looked at the number on the dust cloth and nodded.

"[No. TS-7767], this is it." He asked back, "Do I need to use it here? Take it away."

The middle-aged worker in the gray overhaul uniform answered, "Don't take it away."

"Who will use it?" The guard asked, "Do I need help?"

"need."

"Wait a moment."

The fat guard reached out and pulled off the dustproof cloth, revealing a huge globe well kept underneath-about the size of an ordinary person, fixed between four brass tracks, but except for latitude and longitude and the common meridian There is a new scale, which is confusing.

Next to the globe, there is a small stove and crucible, and a can of animal fat sealed.

Soon, the fire burned from the stove, and the fat in the crucible was melted by the heat and turned into a clear liquid.

After another three minutes, the fat boiled, glowing like a flame.

The fat guard picked up the pliers, set up a crucible full of boiling grease, and walked towards the ladder next to the globe. He climbed up the ladder with some difficulty.

"coordinate?"

"Eastern Asia, south of the West Polis Sea."

The middle-aged worker looked down at the data on the signed version and reported: "Longitude 124.35946 ... Latitude 2.7653475 ... Depth 1.95."

"What about time?"

"After three seconds ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ So, after three seconds, the boiling grease poured on the coordinates of the globe, and the illusion disappeared without a trace.

It's over.

The fat guard climbed down hard and shook hands with the middle-aged worker. After signing two more words, he packed everything up, returned the ladder to its original position, and covered it with dust cloth.

Eventually, he left the warehouse and closed the door. After watching the visitor leave, the fat guard returned to his chair and continued to eat the cold pizza.

The sound of melodious music came from the TV.

The new program is about to start.

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At the same time, the endless sea.

The sky broke.