Overturned Tower

Russell finally understood why the Tower of Babel was called a "wandering city."

The place where he and Huachu arrived was a top-secret space that the deer-headed statue had never allowed anyone to enter.

The specially made airtight door here even takes into account the magic of the deer head statue - it does not have a matching door and can be entered directly from the "Road Room". You must teleport directly into another passage, go to the end, take the elevator, and enter a room with "no door."

This is like the cockpit of a "spaceship".

The entire space is hemispherical. It seems that everything around it is reflected through some kind of camera.

Through those windows, Russell could see the factories downtown and the dark sea above.

Many empty seats are standing alone here at the moment.

They come in different sizes and colors.

On most of the seats, there is a piece of clothing, a hat, a pair of glasses, a rag doll... But now, they all look somewhat withered, like old photos. But there was not much dust on the chairs or these items, and it was obvious that someone had taken good care of them.

"here it is……"

Russell murmured.

[This is the real ‘Tower of Babel’]

The cold voice of the deer-headed statue came from all directions. Sounds like some kind of smart assistant.

"These chairs are the tombstones of our predecessors."

The innocent and carefree fake smile on Huachu's face finally subsided.

She looked at the room, with a rare hint of sadness on her face.

Back then, she was a traveling scholar who traveled on foot across the entire continent in pursuit of the truth.

But now she can no longer calm down. She could no longer sink into doing research, reading books and studying. In addition to messing around every day, I just have fun.

“I joined Babel relatively late.”

Huazhuo said softly: "My days as an elf are not long...but in my short time, life in the Tower of Babel is also precious.

"It was the first group I joined that could unite regardless of race, spiritual kinship, knowledge, position, belief, or origin. Everyone worked hard to end the war and argued for the pursuit of history... We helped Those civilians who suffered due to the war, treated all the injured who appeared in front of them regardless of their position, gathered together to explore the ancient ruins on the land. Everyone has the same secrets, the same ideals, pursuing a common future, and doing a common mission Dream.

"If you ask me...the current Tower of Babel no longer has that smell. It is just a dead corpse, powdered and sprayed with perfume to decorate its decayed shell. The company is right, they It's nothing more than a 'criminal organization'.

"Compared to the Big Seven, compared to the church—did the Tower of Babel do anything worthy of praise? I don't think so."

Hua Chu's words became sharper than ever and full of aggression.

Those words are as sharp as a sword. Just listening to them can cut your ears and stab your heart.

For Hua Chu, who always showed a fake smile and dealt with things tactfully, it was rare for her to reveal her true nature at this moment.

And the deer-headed statue was not angry either.

【Because times have changed】

She just replied calmly and sadly.

[People no longer want to pursue the truth of history, nor do they care about justice and justice... They become tired, mediocre, and lose their bright souls]

[If this is what the company wants to do...if this is the result that the elves hope to achieve, then I have nothing to say]

"Since about a few decades ago, it has been difficult to recruit people in the Tower of Babel. When we recruit people to join the Tower of Babel, our first reaction is 'What benefits can I get?', 'What power and relationship can I have? Welfare', 'Is there any value in knowing history?'. People like Miriam and the inferiors who don't want anything are very few. And they are becoming less and less.

"Doctor and Sheath are among the few members of the Tower of Babel of the previous generation who have been recognized by us. There are also Lycoris, Aurora and the others... but they are all dead now. Among the remaining people, some are full of Some are driven by desire, others are easily corrupted, and still others are simply seeking an exciting life.

[That’s why I won’t let you meet each other]

The deer-headed statue added.

"Yes, so they are not allowed to take the 'Tower of Babel' to excavate ruins on the ground...Who knows if they will abuse these secrets after obtaining ancient knowledge and lost history, or maybe sell them out."

Huazhu sighed and led Russell to one of the seats: "Guess whose seat this is?"

It was a small seat with a white flower on it.

It was a pure white rose. It's as white as paper, and also like the pale face on Alice's hospital bed.

Looking at it, Russell's pupils trembled slightly.

The memory of the sheath emerged from his mind. In an instant, he understood the meaning of the flower.

He lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and slowly picked up the flower.

It's not exactly a flower - it hasn't dried out after all these years. And its original branch turned into an exquisite silver hairpin.

And when Russell picked up the flower, he became Alice.

"...This is," Alice said, feeling nostalgic and sad at the same time, "the flower I gave to Sheath when we were on Taoyuan Island."

After that, Sheath handed it over to Flower Touch.

He hopes to keep the flower forever and wants to make it into a hairpin and give it to Alice.

"I'm sorry, Alice."

Huazhuo said softly: "I was delayed a little bit... Later when I gave it to Bad Day, the sheath had already left."

"That's really... a pity."

Alice murmured.

She grabbed the white rose and gently pinned it to her head.

She raised her head and showed a pure, girlish smile to the flowers: "Does it look good?"

Huachu didn't answer, but looked away.

"……Feel sorry."

Hua Chu whispered and looked at the seat next to her.

It was empty, nothing. And Alice also followed her gaze.

In memory...that's where the sheath should be.

[What was originally displayed there was the beheading of a saint. It was put up by the bad day, and it was also taken away by him]

The voice of the deer-headed statue came.

"...Putting something on display means you are dead."

Alice felt a little sad.

She touched Alice's seat, but found no dust. So she turned around and sat down.

Hua Chu sat next to her and reached out his hand to gently hold Alice's wrist.

"Long time no see...doctor."

Hua Chu's voice was low: "I miss you."

Alice chuckled softly.

"Well, I'm back."

Following Alice's habit, she crossed her fingers and held them back together.

The next moment, the seat belts popped up and secured them in their seats.

And the real "Tower of Babel" also broke away from the base at this time and flew out towards the sea above -

It was a climb and a fall at the same time.