Chapter 270: A Circle

Charles looked at the girl in front of him with eyes full of longing, and felt a little touched in his heart.

Swan's emphasis on education was something he had never thought of before. It is not unreasonable for him to develop so big. I hope the island can refer to it in this regard.

"What kind of knowledge does your college generally teach?" Charles listened while eating.

"There are many majors, such as metal material engineering, electrical engineering, electromagnetic field and wireless technology, many, many."

"Having learned so much useful knowledge, what do you plan to do after leaving school?"

The girl lowered her head hesitantly, "Actually, I would rather work in a research institution in the college. The days in the college are the happiest time of my life. I don't have to think about anything. I just need to learn interesting knowledge every day. I love the college. I want to stay in it forever."

In the next second, her eyes lit up, her thin body leaned forward slightly, and she said to Charles with some joy in her voice: "Sir, let me tell you an interesting thing. It’s really interesting that the mysterious mages who arrived in the Western Sea Region began to teach courses. If we can thoroughly understand magic, maybe we can use magic like electricity in the future.”

The fork in Charles' hand stopped, "Do you think it's possible?"

"Why is it impossible? You see, flames, steam mechanical energy, and electricity are all manifestations of energy. They can be converted into each other. As long as we fully understand the form of magic power, we will fully grasp it."

"What about the relic? The relic is so magical, don't you analyze it?"

She stuck out her tongue, "I don't know much about this aspect. I heard that there is a college in the west of the island that has a research institute working on this, but I don't want to go to this kind of unpopular research direction. If the research team is disbanded by the college, come out and look for it. It’s hard to find a job.”

Listening to her words, all kinds of things in the tablet flashed in Charles' mind. Human beings' spirit of exploring the unknown can never stop.

"When the curiosity of the relics can't satisfy their curiosity, will they throw their targets at the gods in the sea again?"

Charles suddenly discovered that this is a circle, a knot that cannot be untied by human beings. It is precisely because of the continuous exploration of the unknown that human beings can become the masters of this planet.

But the irony is that this spirit will eventually bring about the doom of mankind. The last time it was only the Foundation, this time it may be all humans in Earthsea.

"Could it be that the only way to escape this ending is to believe in it forever, worship it, and beg them humblely like the Fortanism?"

A trace of despair emerged in Charles' heart, and he suddenly realized that he had a little understanding of Fortan's way of teaching lunatics. Perhaps worshiping him and becoming his believer is the best solution for human beings.

"Sir? Sir, are you okay?" The girl carefully looked at the stunned Charles.

Charles took a breath slowly, cleared away the messy thoughts in his mind, inserted some cold noodles and continued to eat.

"Sir, I'm done eating. Enjoy it slowly. It's really a pleasure chatting with you. I hope to see you again in the future!" The girl in glasses put down the bowl and trotted out of the restaurant.

Charles stuffed the last roll of noodles into his mouth, opened the door and walked out.

There was a hint of confusion in Charles' eyes. He also couldn't think of any good solution to this unsolvable problem. The figure of the god was like a mountain pressing down on the human body.

With his stomach full, Charles felt a little drowsy, and he stopped a car when he came out of the restaurant.

"Go to the pier." Charles said to the driver. It's almost time for Lily to come back, and I don't know where she went to play.

"Okay, sir, sit still." The car started.

Perhaps because of sleeping, there were a lot fewer people on the street, and the cars were a little deserted on the road.

The only place where there is no rest is probably in those factories that are emitting black smoke.

"Are they working in two or three shifts?" Charles thought absently, looking at the chimney in the distance.

The energetic smile of the girl who had just chatted with the terrified expression of the child laborer who lost his hand made it hard for him to imagine that they lived on the same island at the same time.

Suddenly, Charles sensed something was wrong. The scenery outside didn't seem to be the way back to the port.

Hearing Charles' question, the driver with a beard on his face roared and smiled. "Sir, this is a shortcut, go this way faster."

"Really?" Charles slowly turned his gaze to the driver's face, and the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly.

The horrible graffiti that was supposed to hang on his body had already crawled onto the driver's face.

With a click, the driver's entire neck was folded in half, and there was deep fear in his eyes.

The unmanned car started shaking from side to side in the street. "Damn it! What the hell are you doing!"

Charles yelled at the 372 on the driver's face, and quickly stretched out his foot to step on the brake.

With the tires rubbing a black line on the ground, the car finally stopped.

Charles, who just got out of the car, saw 372 floating on the opposite roof strangely. At this time, it only has a thin layer but is suspended in the air, which looks very strange.

"What is it crazy about?"

Just when Charles was moved and puzzled, the click sounded again. A guy with a twisted body fell from the roof to the ground.

Charles immediately realized that 372 did not break away from the object, it was just attached to an invisible guy before.

After seeing 372 suspended in a dark alley again, Charles's muscles tensed instantly. Someone was following him, and more than one.

"This is the road in the British Isles! Who dares to do anything to me in this kind of place?"

Charles had no time to think about this question. He stepped on the wall with one foot, jumped directly onto the roof, and ran towards the pier.

No matter who attacks him, the most important thing at the moment is to return to his fleet, the truth is within the range of the muzzle!

Charles ran wildly between the roofs like a parkour, and something followed from the right side of his body.

It was a red origami bird, and with the fluttering of its wings, dots of red powder were scattered everywhere.

"Touch!" The bullets fired by Charles tore the paper cranes into pieces. He kicked his feet and rushed in another direction.

"Crack!" Charles' body froze suddenly, and a nearly transparent ray appeared, wrapping Charles tightly in his arms.

Through the transparent body of the ray, Charles saw several distorted figures approaching him.