The old man in front of him, his eyes became fierce in an instant, even though he still looked like this ordinary farmer's grandfather, but in Zhao Nan's perception, it was completely different.

This is an old man with more stories than imagined.

When the atmosphere was silent to the extreme, the disguise was removed by the tough, and the old man regained the identity of Iverson, a university scholar. Suddenly he finished his eyes like a crescent moon and said with a smile: "Young man, do you like drinking tea?"

"For tea, black tea is fine." Zhao Nan nodded.

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...

Inside, Iverson was skillfully brewing tea that smelled very fragrant. Zhao Nan was sitting quietly opposite him.

"What is the rank of the scholar?" Iverson asked nonchalantly.

Without the slightest surprise, Zhao Nan responded in the next second: "Senior scholars, maybe those who are still a little bit short of going to the university."

"You are not from the family of scholars, right."

"I've just been to Pompeii."

When mentioning the name of this ancient city, the old man’s tea-making hand trembled slightly, and soon recovered his stability. His eyes were looking out of the window, far and far away, and he whispered, “I, for many years. I didn't go back. I wanted to go back, but I made up for it...or rather, I didn't dare to go back."

"Why?" Zhao Nan asked knowingly.

Iverson sat down, holding the brewed tea in both hands, and took a sip slowly, "Want to hear the story of me as a sinner?"

Probably wanting to pour out the sorrows in my heart for many years, Iverson looked inquiringly. How did you know that Zhao Nan just shook his head: "No need. To be honest, I am not interested in your past. All I want to know is that you show up, but why you have to hide your identity and approach Locke. What is your attempt to it? ."

Iverson turned the teacup in his hand, "I said, treating Locke and Sisi as his own children, and I just want to look at Locke quietly. That's it."

"The emotional circuit is what you put on Locke."

"Yes. I did it." A bitter smile leaked from Iverson's face: "The hatred of destroying the city almost made my sanity run down. I want revenge at all costs. But just by it. I can’t seem to be able to do much with my own strength. The direction I offer is not a magical technique that tends to be a combat type. The natal combat dolls I have on hand... In fact, it’s more suitable for the auxiliary type. Bar."

"So you plan to start the final work as your revenge force?" Zhao Nan said.

Iverson whispered: "At that time, I was almost desperate. It's not just Locke. There are many more. I made a lot of humanoid magic figures, and planted them on them. I entered the emotional circuit. I thought that as long as the number is large enough, a perfect circuit can be born from these test products. Locke was created by me on the road, and then it was handed over to a certain saint. ...You should have obtained Locke from Master Ulysses."

Zhao Nan nodded.

Iverson sighed and said: "To be honest, the production of Locke was only a whim at the time, as a thank you for that the adult took me in for a period of time. With my technology at the time, the emotional circuit should be more perfect, but I didn’t do that. I probably didn’t like this child subconsciously. It’s just that. The fate is impermanent, and the child who was the least optimistic at the time, its growth is outstanding among the many'brothers'... even the distance is perfect It's only one step away."

As he said, he looked at Zhao Nan deeply, “When Locke was still living here some time ago, he could often hear about you from his mouth. He said that the gentleman he served has taught him a lot. Things. I think Locke can have this kind of growth. It must be thanks to you. At the same time, Sisi is also something you specially prepared for Locke, right?"

Zhao Nan shrugged and said: "An accident. Later I found it interesting... In fact, taking Sisi as an opportunity, Locke's growth was beyond my expectations."

"I thought about it a lot later. No matter how many experiments I made, I couldn't reach the perfect state in the end." Iverson's eyes flashed with a ray of persistence.

This is almost the same as the gleaming light in the eyes of those old scholars that Zhao Nan once knew in the astral world.

"...No matter how they behave like a creature, they still lack something. I always wondered what went wrong. I didn't understand until I saw Locke. The failed experiment was lacking. What the **** is it."

"Love."

"Whether it is the love of relatives, or the love between friends, or even the love between couples." Iverson smiled bitterly: "If you don't know how to love someone, how can you be considered complete? People? Not to mention the creation of a real soul out of nothing. However, such a basic problem, I... we have ignored it from the beginning. It is just constantly adding deduction loops. It is used to analyze and imitate living things. All behaviors. I think that relying on this imitation will eventually grow into a real person."

"And myself, I am also a terrible old man who doesn't know how to love, but is just dazzled by hatred. How can I create a magic tool that really knows how to love?"

Zhao Nan's fingers tapped on the wooden table, and he could more or less feel a sense of twilight from the old man, "Listening to your tone, how do I feel that you seem to have given up revenge on the city?"

"Even if you kill all the people in Norduo Country? The same clan who died will not be resurrected because of this." Iverson said calmly: "And many of the enemies of the year have long died of old age. The so-called so-called. Can revenge only take revenge on their next generation? Aim the butcher knife at those who didn’t know what happened in the past, just because of the sins brought by blood, and let them die in the innocent? I can’t kill all of them. , And then the hatred towards me will continue to be inherited by blood at the same time. Their descendants will kill me, and my descendants will kill them. So, when will it end?"

With the special sigh of the vicissitudes of old talent, Iverson took a deep breath and said: "Behind the endless vendetta, there will only be a ruinous ending. Pompeii has become history, so let it go. Originally, The hatred and the destruction of the city at the time could not be opened without the intensification of the contradictions between the two sides."

He looked at Zhao Nan, and said in a self-deprecating tone: "Perhaps you don’t know that before Pompeii was wiped out, the Nordo nation was actually a slave country, which had been exploited by Pompeii for its research and development. The land provides manpower and materials. It has almost reached the level of exhaustion of the state... But it can't satisfy the appetite of Pompeii, and it finally made the Nordo country unbearable and indignant."

"Is that so..." Zhao Nan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

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...

The task of the scholar’s ​​anger received was only retrieved from the remains of scholars in the destroyed Pompeii, carrying the anger and resentment of all the dead in Pompeii.

But before that, there was still a history that Zhao Nan didn't know. Zhao Nan didn't expect that before the destruction of the city, the relationship between Pompeii and the Norduo country was similar to that between landlords and serfs.

"I don't know where I should go. I've always been a wanderer in the world. I will live for a while if I don't reach a place, and I will leave when I feel almost like it." Nia City, I didn’t think about how long I would live there, but I never thought that I would meet that child again. And its growth made me feel incredible. In this way, I live next to it, every day Observing its every move."

"But when we met again this time, I took a look at Locke for a while." Iverson looked at Zhao Nan with doubts: "First of all, the original power stove on Locke was not the one I made at any time. But it depends on the technique. If it is, it should be the handwriting of a good friend of mine. However, he was obviously buried in the war of Pompeii. Or I can understand that this is because you unintentionally obtained the inheritance of my friend, so you can make it. It's not necessarily the power furnace when it comes out. But this time I see Locke, there is another power furnace on his body... and this power furnace is obviously from another experimental product that year, that is, I personally made it. "

"That's why you deliberately let Locke drink the so-called medicine... In fact, it is just some special materials with repairing functions. The purpose is to draw me out and meet you, right?"

"Yes, I just want to know about the other power furnace." Iverson said sternly: "If you can, please tell me for the sake of a fellow scholar... Another child, what is it? How's it going?"

"So, did Mar also come from you?" Zhao Nan stared at the other person, "That kind of half-human, half-magic equipment."

Iverson was silent for a long time.

"I have said that for revenge, I tried almost everything to complete the real emotional circuit." He apologized: "Thinking about whether it can be made by grafting real creatures since it can't be made completely artificially. Methods like sentiment data."

He looked at his hands, his face pale and trembling, "So, how do you tell me to use these blood-splattered sinful hands to do so-called revenge..."

Half-human and half-magic...Naturally, it is impossible to achieve success in one go.

So how many times did it fail before it succeeded?

Zhao Nan suddenly felt a chill...The scholars who really fell into paranoia are a bunch of lunatics, real lunatics!