Argate was the dean of the Holy Church Academy after all. Although he came as a guest at this time, there were many things that had to be dealt with and people that had to see.

After Argate left, Jekyll occupied one end of the bench and looked at the colorful window on the top floor of the Archbishop's mansion.

Seeing this, Walton sat down, looked, stood up and wandered around, and sat for a while, and finally made up his mind and walked out of the Rose Garden. Looking at the direction, he should have planned to go straight to the Archbishop's Mansion.

Jekyll quickly followed, a little confused:

"You seem to be older than my old man, why are you so restless? You should know that you can't get in and you won't see anyone."

Walton thought for a moment before realizing who the old man was in Jekyll's mouth, and touched his extremely young face in the game world:

"I am older than him, which means I am closer to death than him."

How could an existence like Jekyll understand his anxiety in the face of imminent death and his excitement in the face of the rekindled ideal flame?

Perhaps this is God's will, which gave him hope to resurrect the dead when he was about to retreat to the limit of his life.

"This is not necessarily true," Jekyll did not hear Walton's implication. He shook his head slowly and replied seriously. "In recent years, the old man has been in poor health. He has basically collapsed in the bed, and even his spirits are very poor."

"I'm not in good health? I'm in poor spirits?"

Walton was slightly surprised. He didn't know this, but he thought it should be the truth. The famous psychologist had indeed been silent for many years.

"So he just occasionally squeezes in and sees it, and because the environmental feedback in this data world is too real and the amount of information is too heavy for his nervous system, he accepts the information we screened through me or Hyde alone.

Walton stopped and looked at Jekyll suspiciously:

"Could he want to take a try at the last moment, looking for a turnaround?"

"Take a try? Turning around?"

Jekyll was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Hed said, what do you mean is that my old man intends to find a way to continue his life like Cy?"

"At least a rebuilt healthy nervous system will be needed, either to remove the brain and connect it to a mechanical bionic person, or simply reborn in the data world in the form of a consciousness." Walton said confidently.

Before Jekyll finished listening, he raised his hand and pressed his temple. After a while, he whispered helplessly:

"Okay, OK, I know, don't make a fuss, I must know this kind of thing too."

Walton glanced at him and understood that it was Jekyll talking to Hyde.

"Dr. Walton," Jekyll comforted the angry Hyde, with a stern face and looked at Walton seriously, "I don't know what I said just now that you have such a misunderstanding. I hope you understand that my old man is not here and has a different path from you. Please do not speculate on his thoughts at will. This is an insult to him."

"Isn't he dying?"

With Walton's qualifications and status in the industry and the sense of superiority cultivated by being selected and settled in H country for decades, he was very unaccustomed to it and did not like to be preached by a man-made thing, and suddenly turned cold.

"Yes, being born into a human will naturally have a life and death, which is the principle of nature."

Jekyll has a good temper and doesn't care about Walton's attitude. But Hyde is swearing again, which makes him feel a headache and frowns unconsciously.

Walton stared at his face, misunderstanding his expression:

"Indeed, for you, this is a natural truth that you don't have to care about."

Jekyll patted his head and sighed:

"Dr. Walton, life and death are the wishes of my old man, just as he refused to recruit from Country H and was willing to stay in his hometown of Country H, and his research resources and freedom were not as good as those of Country H."

"You don't despise us just because Hyde and I were false personalities he created. We understand what life and death are, and we understand more about what personal choice is."

"Also, you humans often say that as long as you can be remembered, the dead are not truly gone. The old man's life achievements are enough to be recorded in history. Since Hyde and I have theoretically infinite life, we can keep the memory of him forever. In other words, as his bones and blood, we are also the continuation of his life."

Walton snorted coldly: "Can you still keep your descendants? If you two are completely destroyed, will everything be destroyed in the torrent of time?"

Jekyll wondered: "Isn't this very normal? Human history has been around for thousands of years, and people died before they can leave their descendants. They are not remembered by history. The number of people is countless. Why is Hyde and I different from others?"

Walton nodded softly, his expression even colder: "What do you mean, why am I different from others?"

“…”

Jekyll didn't understand Walton's logic at first, and after understanding it, he was speechless for a while, holding the magical battle like a hammer in his hand and knocking on his head:

"You are so troublesome."

Before he finished speaking, Jekyll's facial expression changed again and again, and finally frozen in a sleepy aging face:

"You are certainly qualified to be unique."

Walton looked at him steadily and instantly understood the identity of the person he came.

The "twins" who had changed their core smiled faintly:

"This qualification comes from you, and from countless people who have worked hard and passionately for the future of mankind, not to mention that the opportunity has emerged, and new possibilities are right in front of you."

"That's why you are willing to help me and let me meet each other every day?" Walton replied uncomfortable.

Although he still had the same face, he suddenly felt embarrassed to be seen through, especially the person's heart, and the straightforward detachment seemed to be heavily pressed into his heart.

"It's not me, it's Jekyll and Hyde who are willing to give you a chance. I won't interfere with their decisions, though," the "Twins" sighed deeply. "I feel that something is wrong."

"Anyway, they are all good kids and are not very good at talking, so you don't have to argue with them."

Walton opened his mouth and nodded slightly. When he recalled the conversation just now, he felt inexplicably bullying the younger generation, and became more speechless.

"You can talk about the rest."

......

Jekyll looked at Walton who had been silent for more than ten minutes, and raised his hand and poked the spikes on the rose branches.

The old man was simply annoying, and he didn't have much trouble, so he insisted on coming and talking too much, but he ended up talking to the people with shame?

"How do you plan to let me meet Niannian alone?"

Walton has lived for decades and is knowledgeable. He has lived and worked in a simple environment all year round, and has been studying the same thing for decades. He is inevitably a little simple and pure in his mind, but once his thoughts are clear, he will be decisive enough.

He was able to quickly and accurately recognize his character after entering the game. He did not rashly go around and look for needles to find people, but instead steadily accumulate the strength needed to find people along the player's path, knowing that he was not really unable to hold back.

"These days before the birthday party are probably not good. They have been closely protected every year. If we always roam around the Archbishop's mansion, we will be noticed, which is not conducive to our actions."

Jekyll made sense, and Walton immediately turned around and walked towards the Pope Hall.

"She will definitely show up on the birthday party," Walton said.

"It is not appropriate before the birthday party. The Pope attaches great importance to this purification ceremony. In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, cy will only be regarded more strictly."

"Then after the birthday party, everything is settled, and you will relax a little. If nothing unexpected happens, you will have a certain amount of freedom every year." Walton briefly analyzed.

The Pope wanted to set an example for the pagans and to release goodwill to the elves. He might be able to receive some honorary titles every year after the purification ceremony, and at least have a good body that can move freely.

"Well, she and I are a family after all. Even if we tell her the truth, cy will not refuse to see you." Jekyll was full of confidence.

"Maybe she will suspect you're making a fool in the middle."

Walton disliked Jekyll's confidence because it was based on an extremely intimate trust relationship.

"No, no," Jekyll patted her breasts with a smile, "That's our cy, she's the best."

......

When she woke up every year, she had already returned to the room with beautiful colorful windows in the Archbishop's mansion.

After turning his neck, the spacious room was empty. Through the colorful glass, the sun seemed to have less temperature, and it fell on her, causing a layer of coolness.

The whole body is cool and comfortable, but the skin on the wrist of the right hand is astonishingly hot as if it is about to burn through the bones.

His eyes moved, landing on the hot skin, and was instantly attracted by the flashing bow and arrow mark.

"Moon Spirit Bow..."

Without hesitation, I immediately read these three words and outlined the appearance of the bow in my mind. At the same time, the Moon Spirit Bow, which was forcibly removed by Adam, slowly took shape from the void, and then fell steadily into my right hand after a while.

After a moment of thought, the process of building a bow in my mind retreated little by little like rewinding, and the moon spirit bow in my palm gradually merged into the air.

It took less than ten minutes from its initial appearance to its complete disappearance.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief.

This process is basically the same as her practice when condensing magic arrows. Next, you only need to practice repeatedly, speed up and improve efficiency.

As for how she obtained this skill, who tampered with her...

"Luna..." Niannian's lips curled, "Task Target?"
Chapter completed!