After the long-faced man was burned to charcoal, the raging flames gradually faded.

When the guards gathered one by one, the boys and girls, and the guests around them gradually became quiet.

It was also at this moment that the girl, Tris blinked her light blue eyes and shouted with excitement:

“Mr. Magician’s performance is awesome!”

Her words made the people around her turn their attention to her.

However, at this time, the boy's body trembled slightly, which made him turn the thread suddenly and sweep around.

At this time, the conversations rose and fell in the crowd again.

And beside the already-set banquet seat, the conversation between the two men was fluctuating:

"Magic performance? Have you hired a magician?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it before, maybe it's a surprise? Maybe there are other performances." A man in a dark brown morning dress responded to the question.

"Show? When is it scheduled?"

"From the current situation, it is possible at any time, and it is not surprising that the performance is performed when the airship explodes."

The man in dark brown dress smiled.

"The airship explosion show, what kind of strange performance is this? Someone is burned to coke."

"Yeah, this is obviously made by the police yard flamethrower, right? I don't know how they did it, Oak, right?"

However, as the two of them spoke, their eyes turned to the man beside them who had been silent.

The man was not tall, at least much smaller than the burnt corpse. Compared with the two people who were talking, he was also wearing a morning dress, but the color was light gray.

"I don't know either." The man responded, looking at the burnt corpse calmly.

"How could you not know, aren't you the organizers?"

The man in dark brown dress glanced at him strangely.

"Keller, isn't this very clear? This person was not arranged by Oak and the others."

Another person's voice rang out.

To this sentence, the man named Oak nodded:

"Yes, so I said I don't know."

"Then let's make it clearer, who knows what you want to say." The man in dark brown dress coughed.

However, the man's answer was somewhat beyond his expectations:

"Is the error in expression and understanding? It's indeed a problem."

Oak rubbed his chin with his right hand:

"A person's thinking logic has formed a system. There are many cases where different concepts are input into the same sentence and understood as different meanings."

"Ah? What are you talking about? What thinking logic and concept?"

Both of them were a little confused.

"nothing."

Oak glanced at the guard who was dealing with the scorched corpse, turned around and walked towards the front seat of the banquet seat:

"It's better to talk about the sunstone you got in your company."

"Oh, I've said that."

A man named Keller tidied up his clothes and said with a shiny look:

"Didn't the Sun God say in the myth? The Sun God was swallowed by black and took his legs away by a giant, took his head away by a strange bird, ate his eyes, torn his arms by a hunting dog, and took his hand bones away..."

"Why did this story be told?" another person answered.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, listen to me, according to the description in the myth, the Sunstone is the blood of the Sun God, right?"

"All sunstones were excavated from the sea."

"The first sunstone discovered was discovered by fishermen during diving."

"Sunstone is related to the ocean, and this is certain."

Keller made it into the chair and continued as he watched the other guests sit down:

"The shapes of sunstones are spherical, which may be related to the sea water."

"We think that the sunstone may be some kind of special mineral that falls from the universe, which falls into the sea and then cools down to form this shape."

"So, the mining locations have always been chosen in the sea and in various waters."

"The mining carried out according to this idea has been successfully implemented many times."

"Then, the question is..."

Keller raised his right hand:

"The blood of the Sun God has turned into a sun stone, so, the rest of the Sun God..."

"So that's the way I understand it?"

The man named Oak pondered for a moment:

"The myth of the Sun God is an exaggerated and artistic rewrite of a major event in the past."

"You...the company believes that the Sun God's myth is a story that has occurred in the past when things like falling meteorites have occurred?"

These words made Keller nod:

"Of course, what else can be said to besides this reason? Is there really a sun god?"

As he said that, he laughed out loud:

"If there is really a sun god, it would be better if I die."

"If the sunstone is able to produce an eternal energy, then if the sun god as the source really exists, wouldn't humans have no room for resistance in front of it?"

"And, if there is really a sun god, then there should be traces left by it, right?"

"But, no, right? No trace of it was found."

Keller shrugged.

And for his words, the man named Oak just stretched out his hand and slashed on the table with water:

"Have you confirmed the seabed once? Maybe the Sun God's palace is at the bottom of the sea."

This sentence made Keller stunned.

But soon, he spoke again:

"The location where the meteorite fell is in the middle of the sea."

After saying this, he said another sentence:

"Isn't that the palace of the Sun God?"

After this sentence, Keller showed a sudden expression:

"In fact, if you can find the specific location where the meteorite falls, you may be able to find a larger sunstone than the Sun God's Furnace."

However, just as he said this, Oak, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly smiled:

"Oh."

"What's wrong? Oak, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just didn't expect it to be the title of Sun God Furnace."

"The pronunciation of 'fu' and 'skull' is different."

"What are you talking about? The words of the furnace and the head are different."

"Ah, is it? I haven't noticed that what I say will be understood directly and manifested in my consciousness in a familiar form."

There is no light, no text, no intuitive form.

How to say it?

When a person speaks English, he will be presented directly in Chinese in the mind of a person who only knows Chinese.

What a magical translation mechanism.

Should this be called "Divine Friendship"?

Yao said, thinking and asking.

If he was not mistaken, he was not transferred to a certain trial space, but his direct contact with the spirit of a certain trial space. It was this process that he understood in this form now.

ps: It has never happened since I went to junior high school. It is a rare experience in a sense.

It’s also true when typing on the subway and bus.
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