"If stepping through this door brings the chance of triumph, even if the probability is infinitely close to zero, I have no reason to hesitate, do I?"
Aventurine addressed Dr. Ratio, then pushed open the door and formally met with Sunday.
Surprisingly, Blake didn't seem to be there.
"It seems the riddle I set for you was too easy, company envoy." Sunday said, his back to Aventurine.
"Thank you for your kind words, and thank you for going to so much trouble to welcome me, Mr. Sunday, but this really doesn't seem like something someone who sincerely invites someone would do."
"So this isn't an invitation, it's a summons. Before we begin, I need to test your character."
On Sunday, she said casually, glancing at Dr. Ratio beside her, "I bet your learned friend has been a great help, hasn't he?"
"Of course, you should know this better than I do—he has faithfully fulfilled his duties, hasn't he?"
"Yes, the professor vouched for your noble character. He said you two are equally upright and trustworthy members of the Family."
"I now understand you very well, Mr. Aventurine. You are diligent, generous, cooperative, and have successfully overcome numerous obstacles to come before me... This gives me reason to believe in your wisdom and courage."
On Sunday, he turned around, his tone suddenly becoming more forceful.
"But there is one thing I must ask you: you have misused your intelligence, leading you to meet with the wrong people, appear in the wrong places, and witness a tragedy that should never have happened."
"You don't look too good. Just to confirm, am I the one making you anxious?"
Dr. Ratio was flipping through a book nearby, suddenly stopped. He probably knew the answer to the question, but he was afraid of offending someone if he said it.
"... If not, then I'm on your side."
Aventurine made his stance clear; he somewhat missed Chair Blake. If that Chair were still around, he might be able to say a few good words for him and liven up the atmosphere.
"If I understand correctly, your words... make an extremely serious accusation against the * the Family *."
"You're absolutely right, because evil is quietly festering around you." Aventurine spoke of an important figure, "Let's not beat around the bush, let's talk about your sister."
"Your sister's talent is unparalleled in the entertainment industry, but now she can no longer sing. Who did it? People think the murderer is an outsider, but I know... you have a different answer in your heart."
"Now, your noble status has become a shackle, preventing you from apprehending the murderer and avenging your sister. You are isolated and helpless, which is why you feel so anxious."
"But don't worry, I'm on your side."
With a company involved, identifying the real culprit in the Robin case would be a piece of cake.
"Mr. Aventurine, it is my greatest honor that you are so considerate of me—so someone as selfless and generous as you wouldn't ask for anything in return, would you?"
"Of course, you won't lose anything because of this. I just want to get back what's rightfully mine: my personal freedom, my personal belongings kept by the Family —that bag of cash, and..."
Before the Aventurine could finish speaking, Sunday interrupted and said:
"The box that houses the [ Cornerstone ], I've heard, is a valuable asset of the Strategic Investment Department, a sacred stone that Emanator the power of the [ Preservation ] order, and each of the liquidation experts holds one."
"Such a valuable item is probably more expensive than any other reward."
"That's right," Aventurine replied calmly, "But as you know, a bit of risk is necessary if the truth is to come to light."
"Mr. Aventurine, when you're out and about, do you always pay attention to your appearance?"
On Sunday, he suddenly asked, "The tie should be in the center, the shirt should not peek out from under the waistcoat, the trouser crease must be straight and always aligned with the direction the toes of the shoes are pointing."
Of course.
"But I won't, because that's inappropriate—you should make sure everything is in perfect order and perfectly on track before you leave the house."
"I never take on any risks... the Cornerstone must be safeguarded by the Family."
Meanwhile, Penacony's true " Land of Exile " —Dreamflux Reef.
In front of the Timeslot Plaza, Fulisina held the emerald green crystal high in her hand.
"How many Credits did you spend to buy these two beautiful holy stones?" She turned to look at Blake.
"Heh... I didn't expect you to be interested in this thing. It's all show and no substance; its internal energy is less than a tenth of what you or I have. It's only good for collecting."
Blake leaned against the iron railing, and thought to himself... "This Cornerstone is really beautiful. It would be great as an exhibit or a model for sale in Church."
"Tsk, the colors of Jade Stone and Aventurine Stone are too similar, it's not good, it's easy to confuse them."
Blake commented that he never expected the company's representative would be so ruthless as to smash the Cornerstone and mix it into the bag containing cash and jewelry.
" Aventurine, Topaz, Jade... three elites from the Ten Stonehearts, three Cornerstone, risked everything for little Penacony. They are more united than the Family..."
Why doesn't the Church of Eternity have such talent? As its Chair, Blake needs to seriously reflect on this.
But looking at Fulisina, who was covering her eyes and humming softly beside him, he suddenly felt relieved.
"I've heard that when the Ten Stonehearts use the power of the Cornerstone, they even chant a loud slogan... Elf, why don't you want to do it too?"
"Ha, how naive."
Blake tossed the [ Topaz Stone ] to Fulisina, "Here, have both. Be careful not to break them, or the Church will have to pay for them."
After confirming that Blake was far away, Fulisina lifted the two Cornerstone, and as she finished speaking, the two Cornerstone began to emit a faint light:
"I will stop it, I will seal it, I will gaze upon it. I will twist the star trails into a hairpin, making the moment eternal; I will fold the flowing light into an arrow and nail it into the void. All is dedicated to..."
Golden Hour, Oti Mall
"Yawn~"
Ye Yan yawned boredly, as if he heard someone calling him.
"Sigh~ How boring. That Memokeeper didn't even dare to do that, and left."
The mask gave a negative review of the Black Swan's behavior, then turned it around:
"However, to dare to investigate you without permission... is it that you're too good at disguising yourself, or too bad?"
Ye Yan's disguise skills are good in that they can make the Black Swan think he is very ordinary, which is why the idea of spying on his [ Remembrance ] came about. The problem is that he was spied on by the [ Remembrance ] traveler, which makes him look like Aeon with no dignity at all.
Well... we can't draw conclusions yet. The Chair pulled Black Swan back at a crucial moment, intervening just as she was about to push open the door. Otherwise, Penacony might have really been killed.
On the Xianzhou Luofu, it was Ye Yan who took the initiative to ask Fu Xuan to perform divination for Him, which was somewhat mischievous. But the situation with the Black Swan was different.
"Hmm... should I use this to extort money from Garden of Recollection... no, from Fuli?"
"Great idea! Quickly send a message to that ice block." The masked man leaned closer again. "This is it, everything hinges on this. Maybe we can even get our hands on shares in Garden of Recollection."
"What does this have to do with you?" Ye Yan looked at the mask with disdain.
" Aha is the most crucial witness! He even offered you advice, isn't that enough?"
It should be noted that the Memokeeper of [ The Garden of Recollection ] are dedicated to the preservation and sharing of Remembrance. Under the guidance of the [ Remembrance ] Aeon Fuli, the Memokeeper have shed their physical bodies and live in the form of memes.
With this unique gift, they can travel freely through many worlds in the starry sky, unrestricted by material limitations.
Those Memokeeper often disguise themselves as natives of a certain world, using every means possible—trading, copying, stealing, and deceiving—to gather precious Remembrance.
From the perspective of the Church of Eternity, this is a severe invasion of privacy and should be punished!
What's even more outrageous is that one of the Memokeeper even went to her own Aeon's head to search for [ Remembrance ]! Can you believe how ridiculous that is? It's a miracle she wasn't locked up in the Church's dark room.
"Are you interested in the Aeon Experiment Field?" Ye Yan suddenly asked.
" Aha ~ It involves a colleague, how could Aha not be interested? But you, my friend... I remember you once glanced over there, what happened?"
"Hmm..." Ye Yan didn't answer. "Imagine if someone had already gotten their hands on that Scepter before Nanook even glanced at it? The administrator just didn't know."
"Wow, that colleague is truly despicable, shameless, and vile. He used every dirty trick in the book, revealing his utterly despicable nature!"
Ye Yan:...
"Hmm? Did Aha say something wrong?"
"You're asking a question you already know the answer to. You should just get lost."
"Look, you're in such a hurry again."