Chapter 105 - Nicholas Egg’s New Identity (2/2)

“Divine evils?” Gawain’s brows were tightly knitted together. He could not help but repeat these words.

This was not a term that could be casually used.

The evils of divinity, forbidden, a violation of rules, a renouncement of divine will. Born because of divine power, but they were something that should not have come into being at all. Some believed they were the negative elements released due to agony in the moment gods lost their consciences and fell into degeneration. Others thought they were messengers that the gods sent to the mortal world to punish sinners, as mortals meddling in the gods’ authority had infuriated all the gods. Regardless of which, this term was related to the gods.

In the era of the Gondor Empire, the belief in gods was as thriving as present-day. It was impossible that those researchers would pointlessly use the term ‘divine evils’, which had such significant meaning, to refer to those research products without careful consideration.

An urgent order a thousand years ago had the research facilities in the Dark Range deserted, but this emergency order also demanded for them to leave all local samples behind. Then did the ‘human experiments’ that the ball saw share some relation with the ‘local samples’ mentioned in that order?

The latter were the former’s tools and materials? Energy source? Or technical source?

Of course, these were not Gawain’s greatest concerns. His primary concern was — were the samples that the researchers of the empire didn’t take with them a thousand years ago still left in the remnants in the Dark Range?

A thousand years had passed. Would those samples have weathered? Decayed? Disintegrated? Or had they seen no change at all and were even subtly influencing the area!

“You seem a little nervous?” Although the metal ball wasn’t a human, in its prolonged process of observing humankind, it had learned how to analyze human emotions. “Why are you worried? Those were research projects of a thousand years ago. By this time, those people should be long dead, and even the facility was abandoned. What implications could there be?”

“I’m worried about the samples that they didn’t take with them.” Gawain frowned as he asked, “Do you know where they left those samples?”

The ball swayed. “Not at all. Though I was also classified as a ‘local sample’, those Master Mages were clearly no fools. They would not confuse me with their true samples, so I never came into contact with the facility’s real center. Why? You wish to find and bring out those things?”

Gawain pursed his lips. “Find them at the least, so I’d know what they are.”

The scale of the remnants in the mountains was massive, even to the extent where it was unbelievable. Gawain had already explored it once with a team, but he suspected that the area they’d seen during that exploration was less than a fifth of the entire remnants. In other words, in the remaining four-fifths of the remnants, it was possible for anything to be hidden!

“If you wish to explore, you better be careful.” The metal ball perceived what Gawain had in mind and reminded him with good intentions. “Given the scale and risk level of that facility, it’s almost impossible to explore the entire place inside with just the manpower in your camp.”

“I know.” Gawain nodded. “I will work within my means. Let’s move on. We’ll talk about you first.”

The metal ball faltered for a moment. “About me? What’s there to talk about?”

“Don’t you know how striking you look in this world?” Gawain said with a wry smile. “There do not exist lifeforms like you on this world at all. If you run out just like that, how would you introduce yourself to people?”

“Boss Saint Nicholas Egg.”

“…”

“Alright, I was joking.” Nicholas Egg slowly sank a little, almost touching the ground. “The majority of the people in this era are fools. There are indeed very few people like you, who are smart and can be communicated with. So speak, what are your arrangements for me?”

“My explanation to the outside of your identity is that you are a magical equipment that stores an ancient soul. However, at present, only some of the soldiers know this. Most of the civilians in the camp have yet to see you. If you think there’s no problem, you may show yourself in the camp from today onwards using this identity.”

“Aha, sounds pretty cool!”

Clearly, Mr. (Mdm.) Nicholas Egg was rather pleased with Gawain’s arrangement.