Overturned Tower

The place where Shenzhi Heavy Industry entertained Russell was not in any high-rise building.

Rather, it is the only small area on the ground that can bask in the sun on this empty island.

It is in the southernmost part of Sky Island, where the climate is relatively warmest. There are no high-rise buildings in about one-tenth of the entire Tongshen Island.

As the float car passes through the gray steel jungle, everything around you gradually turns into emerald green mountainous countryside, and you feel the blocked sunlight gradually bathing your body again. In an instant, Ringo actually felt like crying.

It's like watching a literary movie. In the end, the protagonist has nothing but returns to peace. It seemed as if nothing had changed, but it seemed as if everything had changed - there was an inexplicable sense of release, I didn't know why, but it felt good to cry.

"Did you notice?"

Russell spoke and chuckled.

"What?"

Ringo turned back to look at Russell, as if there was light in his bright eyes.

"Tongshen Island's definition of sunshine..."

Russell looked at Ringo and said with deep meaning: "Perhaps it is quite similar to your Sun Island. It's not that they don't care about the sun, but they care too much. They care so much that they don't want the civilians to be able to bathe in the light like them.

"Only the top floors of those buildings and the wilderness can get the sun. In other words, here...sunlight is a luxury. The heart-warming light is something that the poor have no chance of."

"...What you said makes me so happy."

Ringo's ears drooped, and he said sadly: "I feel a little guilty for no reason...it obviously has nothing to do with me..."

"It's good to feel guilty. Face your kindness."

Russell chuckled.

While they were talking, the float car finally began to slow down and descend, finally stopping inside a manor covering an area of ​​more than 300 acres.

It's about the size of thirty football fields put together. The three-story single-family villa looks like a castle from a fairy tale.

It was as if the storybook she had read came to life and appeared in front of Ringo who emerged from the floating car, making her freeze on the spot for a moment - this was something she could not see in the first disk. The majestic building, I am afraid you can only see such a wonder when you go to the headquarters of Sun Island.

Those escort floats had no right to park inside the manor, and the float they had just left would be handled by someone.

Ms. Siren bowed deeply to Russell and nodded to Ringo with proper etiquette: "Please follow me, both of you."

Russell didn't look at her.

His footsteps stopped in the center of the manor, where there stood a bronze sculpture that looked particularly familiar to him.

"What's this?"

Russell asked without looking back.

Siren followed him and said briskly: "This is Chairman Thrall's personal collection, and it is also his favorite thing. It was a gift given to him by Chairman Netibus of Thoth Psychic Power, in memory of the church. The end of the French War and the landmark event of the destruction of weapons on each of the Qikong Islands.

"Although it looks a bit like the artistic style of Happy Island, it is actually an extremely valuable antique."

Of course I know this is an antique——

Russell looked at it silently, feeling a chill down his spine.

Because the nearly black, weathered bronze sculpture is a revolver with a very ancient shape that has long been unused in this era.

The barrel of the pistol was rolled into a figure-8 shape, just like the painting style in Tom and Jerry, and the barrel was knotted like soft rubber.

He knew the sculpture.

This is a .45 caliber revolver that has never appeared in this world. After John Lennon was shot, his wife commissioned a statue from Swedish artist Reutsved, which was later placed in the gardens of the United Nations Headquarters.

It cannot be used to commemorate the "end of the Islamic war".

"You liked it?"

Just then, a broad and deep voice sounded.

An elderly elf with a goatee and long, smooth platinum hair was standing at the door with a smile.

He was wearing an extremely simple white robe that was completely incompatible with the clothing style of everyone around him, and he was holding an oak cane in his hand. He looked like an old prophet from a fantasy movie, with a gentle temperament, a kind face, and no aggression at all.

His body seemed to be wrapped in warm light, making the surroundings much brighter as soon as he appeared.

Just by seeing him, Russell felt that his mental pressure and physical fatigue were fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye. A very strong sense of intimacy made him couldn't help but cast his gaze over.

Ms. Siren was a little panicked.

She bowed respectfully to the old elf: "Chairman Sal...why are you out?"

"Of course we're here to receive our hero."

There was a hint of accusation in the old elf's words: "And to make up for it a little bit, the impression points deducted for our rude behavior beforehand..."

He did not directly blame him and claim that those things had nothing to do with him, but admitted it calmly - although Russell knew that those things really had nothing to do with him.

Although you are the chairman of the head office - this is even the first chairman Russell has ever seen in person, he seems to have no airs at all, and his attitude towards Russell is even gentler than that of Amirus. He is as enthusiastic as the optimistic and cheerful old man next door.

"...The work that Tongshen Island requires me to carry out should not be as troublesome as for you to meet me in person."

Russell didn't feel honored, let alone flattered. Instead, he was secretly frightened by it.

But Sal just smiled: "It has nothing to do with those things.

"Those poor children have had little impact from the beginning...Compared with that, I am more happy to take this opportunity to see you."

"...I really don't know what's so special about me that can alarm a big shot like you."

"Of course."

Sal looked at Russell with a look that was more sincere than kind: "Although you may not even realize it."

"What?"

"You know that sculpture, right? In other words, you feel that it looks familiar to you, right?"

The old elf spoke clearly, leaving no room for Russell to say that he had heard something wrong: "This sculpture is called "Knotted Pistol". In your words, it is an ancient sculpture from the 'prehistoric period'... It was born in Before the individual named 'SAIR' was born, but it may be born in the era you are familiar with. I put it here because I know that sooner or later, I will meet someone who knows it.

"My destiny is to be a 'saint', child. When you came into the world, I crossed the ocean currents and mountains and saw you from the hallucination. I knew from then on that one day you would come here.

"——He who is born to know."