To Four Thousand Years Later

[The main task has been updated one]

[The main mission Hell has three entrances: Capture the "Forbidden Fruit" (0/1); Destroy the "Brahma Egg" (1/1): Steal information about "Finbul Winter" (1/1

Forty was slightly taken aback by the task progress update without any jumps, and raised his head.

He frowned slightly, feeling a little confused

What just happened?

Boss Chang is too efficient, right? Considering the danger of the "Winter of Fenbull", Forty-Two gave Chang Xiyi a full three years. Just worrying that he might rush forward because of lack of time. According to his plan at the time, he asked Boss Chang to investigate the peripheral situation first. Wait for Lorenzo to deal with the problem of the Anti Sisterhood before going to join them. Unexpectedly, Boss Chang was able to do so so quickly. Before Lorenzo succeeded, Chang Xi's mission was completed. Forty-two couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, showed a satisfied smile, and shook his body briskly back and forth. But the movement of his shaking body gradually slowed down and stopped. His expression gradually became serious, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face.

No no.

Forty-two closed his eyes tightly and frowned.

Among the three rounds of main missions, the simplest one is actually "Forbidden Fruit". And "Winter of Fenbulle" involves the "agnosticism" of the outer gods, which is far more difficult than the task of capturing the forbidden fruit. Forty-two clearly knows the details of agnosticism. Chang Xi's biggest advantage is that he can give up most of his body at any time. Only a few limbs are needed to retain his memory. But if no one can take away his branch body, he immediately opened his personal terminal and looked directly at the recent communication records. Forty-two looked at the recent call records and murmured in a low voice.

According to the call log, I dialed eight times just now, but they were all hung up. But the problem is that I don't have the slightest impression of it. In Forty-Two's impression, he has been learning the control theory of artificial intelligence here Forty-Two frowned, whispering the name in the address book: "Maynard Maltz? Forty-Two has been thinking for a long time in his heart , still decided to call Chang Xiyi. His communication request had just been sent, and he was picked up immediately.

Forty-two asked in a low voice: "I am Forty-two. How is the situation on your side?"

But the other side was silent for a long time.

Then the other party responded.

His voice was weak but firm: "My name is Chang Xi. Chang Xi may still remember the name Maynard Maltz. In other words, although he has completely disappeared from his memory, what he has done and accomplished Mr. Maltz may have contributed to Chang Xiyi’s current changes. Forty-two thought about it for a long time, and asked in a more secure way: Okay, I’m sorry. I mean Chang Xiyi , what happened to Mr. Maynard Maltz?' How is that possible?

After his words fell, Chang Xi suddenly replied in a bit of astonishment: "You still remember that what makes Forty-two hard to understand is that there is strong disappointment in his words, despair is almost a cry of pain.

"I did forget about him. Even the meaning of the name was completely erased from my memory." But the record he left. But it has been well preserved. So I can know. He should have gone with you to investigate Fimbul's Winter'. "Forty-two said while swipe in the air with the other hand. He opened the search engine and tried to find the name "Maynard Maltz". The result even exceeded Forty-two's expected.

He was able to find out this information! Not only is it straight, but it is also very clear. Online information shows that Maynard Maltz is a world-class celebrity.

He is a high-level businessman from Oslo, engaged in the general merchandise retail industry. The companies he founded can also rank among the top 50 in the world. Corresponding to this huge wealth, his personal life is quite simple and low-key. He is not a miser, but donates a large amount of personal property. He's not in politics, he gives speeches, he doesn't even give interviews. But the practical things he did for people are still passed on by word of mouth. People never forget those who were really nice to them. Forty-Two looked at Maynard Maltz's photo and couldn't help but sigh. He really had no impression of this person at all. Even looking at the photos, I can't remember his character, his voice at all. It's like looking back at your primary school graduation photo when you were in your thirties—but no matter what, you can be sure at forty-two. This is an amazing person.

This is a good person who walks on a different path from himself, but also acts for the benefit of the people. He's not a selfless saint either—at least he didn't donate his entire fortune to some foundation, but he did what he could.

But also because of this. This act of kindness is more natural and unaffected.

If nothing else, he might be someone who was given a second life by himself. That being the case, he should have been a great man in his last life. For this world, an old friend left him forever. It made him feel melancholy. But perhaps because he has no impression of this person at all, Forty-two has no sadness in his heart. Maynard is going to die, it's even been said, and maybe one day he'll go down that path himself. Even though 2AA has a clear understanding of this, it even expects people to ignore their own influence and step into the starry sky. But once thinking of this possibility, Forty-Two still felt a little bit reluctant. It's like the feeling of elderly parents looking at their children who are with them when they are lying on the hospital bed.

Melancholy, peace, nostalgia.

Similarly, because of this feeling, Forty-Two was more certain about one thing.

Yes, I do love humans. And Maynard Maltz, who can be trusted and entrusted with such a heavy responsibility by himself, should also love human beings. He must have made a great contribution to the world. He must have brought light and hope to this world. If the sun is shining in the sky, a mortal can look up and see the flame of justice blazing a little, Shishi firmly believes.