Mystery: Order and Disorder

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"I can't tell...but I'm sure that's the real you."

The memory and knowledge reserves in his mind evolved rapidly, and thoughts burst out one after another. "Grelint" still couldn't understand what a "more real self" meant. He was inexplicably dissatisfied:

"You mean: I'm not the real me? Ridiculous!"

A complete memory, a sound spiritual body... A new consciousness is being nurtured in his body, and the more he experiences, the more perfect he is.

Inexplicably, Carroll was a little frightened, and she really felt that the familiar and kind Grelint was walking away step by step.

"No, it's not like that, Grelint, you really don't feel like there's anything wrong with you?"

She successfully hit the pain point of "Grillint".

On the other side, the cry that she never gave up in her heart finally echoed:

In the chaotic consciousness, Grelint tapped the only "passage" that was different in this misty world. I don't know how long it took, he finally caught a glimpse of the outside world:

"I seem to...remember, you, little Amy...and I, Grelint."

He grasped a little bit of a spiritual body, and constructed and conveyed this idea clearly and accurately.

Carol was surprised and happy, she burst into laughter, and hurriedly tried to communicate with him again:

"Yes, that's right, you are Grelint, you are the young earl of Loen, the uncrowned king of Sobia, and the gravedigger of the old class... You are also the son of chaos, the lord of order..."

But it was useless, and Grelint kept repeating that simple thought:

"You're little Amy... I'm Grelint."

"You're little Amy... I'm Grelint."

Carroll was a little helpless and heartache, but this might be the only way to "wake up" Grelint correctly. She didn't dare to slack off, and she couldn't slack off. She could only repeat his various identities over and over again, hoping to speed up his recovery.

"Grelint" was already a little impatient, and a trace of panic spread in his heart inadvertently, and he said solemnly:

"After a night of tossing, you should be tired too. If you have nothing to do, go to rest first."

No, no, how can, how can I go to rest now?

Carroll refused in her heart, her face was slightly startled, she brushed her hair, and responded with a rusty but charming smile:

"Okay, how about you? Go to bed for a while too."

"I?"

"Grelint" simply responded with a single word, with a hint of consternation in his tone. He shook his head, and when he wanted to say something, he was suddenly in a trance:

"I... what did I just say?"

Carol smiled and joked:

"I didn't steal your memory."

It was a joke, and she was dealing with this guy who didn't know what it was, but was definitely not the real Grelint. Her happiness was not fake. Of course, she knew why he was suddenly in a trance. Lelint had a more complete thought in her mind:

"Yes, I am the Earl of Loen, the ruler of Sobia, the gravedigger of the old age and the old class... I am the son of Chaos overlooked by Gaowei, the dictatorial monarch of the ordered world, the lord of rules, and the controller of chaos! "

Suddenly, "Grelint" fell into a stupor.

His spiritual body became a battleground between Grelint and the new consciousness. No, it can't be regarded as a battlefield. The new consciousness has not experienced anything unforgettable, it is weak enough, and He was conceived based on Grelint's memory, Naturally, it suits him very well. The moment Grelint truly regained his subjective consciousness, he assimilated him.

Yes, it is not strangulation or elimination, but inclusive assimilation, absorption, and acceptance as a part of oneself.

- This is the other side of him.

Based entirely on the consciousness bred from his own memory, his thoughts, ideas, and material interests are all inclined to him, which cannot be said to be an "external" thing or another "He". Once he admits this, he will be far away Personality split is not far away.

Seeing "Grelint" fainting, Carroll was not surprised but delighted. She had probably grasped that, and Grelint's condition was gradually improving, so she just reverently speeded up the warning and called out to Gleet in her heart. Lint, help him regain the frequency of self-knowledge.

"I'm back, little Amy."

I don't know how long it has passed, but a soft and magnetic voice with a little bit of tiredness and vicissitudes rang gently in Carol's ear... She was stunned for a while, unable to believe it was a fact, fearing that it was just a poke. Broken foam.

"What's wrong? Not happy?"

There was a smile on the corner of Grelint's mouth, immersed in the world of consciousness, he really felt as if hundreds of thousands of years had passed.

Goodbye this time, very happy.

He naturally hugged the girl's waist, letting her lose control of her emotions, and threw herself in his arms and cried like a child.

...

The red-haired evil spirit who got the "Pen of Alshoud" was overjoyed. Although "Grelint" did not give them the "Bloodburner's Frost Whisper", his attitude was actually It's already very clear.

Indeed, Grelint is in great need of such a high-level "Hunter" path military talent.

Unfortunately, he didn't know the origin of "Ale Sukhod's Pen", otherwise Adam might not be able to play tricks and risky designs in front of him, even though he was penetrating.

"O Creator of all! You are the Lord behind the veil of shadows! You are the fallen nature of all beings!

"Your faithful servants beseech your gaze;

"I beg you to accept his offering;

"I pray that you will open the gates of the kingdom;

"I pray for your strength."

Although what He really serves now is the "Lord of Order that the High Dimension overlooks", and although it was a pre-planned deal with the true Creator, Sauron Einhorn still gave this true God enough respect, The words that are equally successful but lack awe are not uttered.

- One of the secrets of "provocation" is: never provoke a target that can easily kill you ("not rashly" means, if you prepare in advance, it is not impossible).

The difficult and eloquent giant language words were spit out one by one, and the dark curtain inside the wall of spirituality fell, gradually thickening, and seemed to erode everything.

Silently, the candlelight in front of him expanded into an illusory door, which was full of mysterious symbols with degenerate meanings, and a deep and secret whisper faintly came from the inside... Soren Einhorn did not dare to say more. Listening, seeing a bit of crimson light gradually emerging from it, He quickly picked up the silver-gray classical quill and let it be drawn into the black mist by a dark light.

At this moment, Sauron Einhorn's eyes flashed, and a white-robed priest with pale golden hair suddenly appeared in his sight. His eyes seemed to have light, and he was quietly looking at them with a smile.

"Adam!"

They both blurted out at the same time.

Adam nodded approvingly with a smile:

"Exactly, Medici is not here."

Just as he was talking, the black mist in the Illusory Gate suddenly surged violently. He abandoned the crimson light and rolled the quill with all his strength. It was about to escape into the depths of the black mist...

Adam restrained his smile a little, started from himself, inspired the simplest and most effective "aggregation", and controlled the quill, and still had the energy to pull it towards him slowly but firmly.

"Pong"

A black fog with a degenerate meaning suddenly exploded from the silver-gray pen. It was the result of the "cooperation" between the true creator and Grelint, but its power was only passive water, which barely slowed down the "0" -08" moved to Adam's rhythm, then exhausted and fell into decline.

In the final analysis, the ontology of "Ale Sukhod's Pen" is still in the real world, while the real creator is far away from many spaces and seals, and Adam and it are also "closer".

It was a foregone conclusion, and when it was about to succeed, Adam calmly spoke to the depths of the black mist, using the language from the beginning:

"Your recent actions are a little too much."

The voice fell, the illusory gate quickly disappeared, and the black mist gradually receded. Adam picked up the body of a spear, which was red and seemed to seep blood. He politely handed it to Sauron, who was stunned. Einhorn, with hope on his smiling face:

"Your reward."

This "conqueror" characteristic once belonged to Medici.

He comes here, and the earth will make swords.

And the last part of his "idealist" potion has now been assembled, and the tide of the times is rolling in.

The procrastination attacked, I just wanted to play, and I didn’t want to code at all. I waited until 10:30 and finally started work... Now I can barely code the number of words that are not easy to be scolded when I set out... Fortunately, I will start another round of work tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)