Primordial Sequence

At night, Camus, who had regained his male personality, immediately told the silver-haired woman's method, and everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

Susie looked at the few silent people and asked in a low voice.

"Is there no other way?"

Camus shook his head. The silver-haired woman only told herself this one method, and they had discussed this method yesterday. They used rituals to alleviate bad luck and death. This was also the method they expected.

"That's it, it's a newborn baby, right? Contact Yardley." Laura closed her eyes gently. After hearing this, everyone was silent. If this problem is not solved in time, he will die by then. It is them who choose between life and conscience. They must choose their own fate.

"Is there really no other way?" Casca was silent for a moment and then spoke in a low voice. He didn't feel any burden in killing one person or a hundred people, but... he still didn't feel good about a baby.

"No, this is the only option." Camus said in a low voice. The silver-haired woman proposed three solutions. Two of them were unrealistic, so she didn't say them, nor did she ask.

"Contact Yardley." Gandalf said softly. This situation cannot be delayed any longer. They have many things to do, and the longer they hide, the less safe they will be.

Kamiao heard the words and took out a mirror. As his gaze became deeper, Yardley, wearing a witch's robe, appeared in the mirror. She also felt the unusual fluctuation of magic power and looked over.

In the seventh city, the underground manor in the suburbs, Yardley looked at Camus and others who were still in contact with her at night, with a slightly confused expression, but Camus' words suddenly shocked him.

"We found a way to suppress the death of Doom, but we need five newborn babies, remember they must be newborns."

Yardley frowned when she heard this, baby? Are babies the solution to bad luck and death? But she was also clearly aware of the crisis facing Kamiao and the others, so she thought for a while and spoke in a low voice.

"I'd go to the slave market and buy it."

"No...it must be a pure newborn baby." Camus immediately denied it, and Adri nodded after hearing this.

"Leave it to me, I'll take them up tonight."

After getting the exact answer, Camus closed the mirror. He took out a pen and paper and wrote down the materials he needed for next time. These materials were very common and were available in Laura's space, so he didn't ask Yardley to find these materials just now. .

"This is an 'exchange ritual'. The purpose is to transfer the luck and life that comes with the birth of a baby to us, and to transfer the bad luck and death from us. However, its effect is only to alleviate and contain it, but not to completely eliminate it. , we must find a way to solve this matter during this period.”

Laura picked up the materials, looked at them and nodded. When she saw everyone's expressions were a little grim, she spoke in a low voice.

"This is what we must do. There is no sympathy or pity in the extraordinary world. The powerful decide the fate of others, and the more powerful decide our fate. Pack up your sympathetic hearts." After speaking, Laura turned and left. , Kamiao looked at his calm eyes and revealed a touch of coldness.

"She is right. We have no choice. The world is inherently unfair."

Seeing Camus also leaving, Susie sighed and responded silently. Only Akali, who had been silent, shook her head slightly, "The sorrow of the incompetent and the pity of the weak. This is perhaps the most disgusting thing. Lost... compassion... maybe it dies when we become transcendent."

Gandalf smiled when he heard this, "I never thought I was a good person. Have we killed too few people?"

So everyone returned to their respective rooms, leaving behind a helpless Casca. A mentor's advice suddenly appeared in his mind. He didn't understand what it meant until today.

"The more powerful science is, the more selfish it is. In the journey of finding new science, our hands are destined to be stained with blood. Pity and emotions will affect our judgment. Only the truly powerful are worthy of true mercy. Nothing can be achieved." In his tenderness and helpless compassion, it is destined to be the black hand that drags us into the coffin.”

Casca whispered the previous teachings. For a moment, he looked at the sky freely and walked towards his room. Tonight was destined to be an extraordinary night.

Late at night, heavy snow fell in the sky of the Seventh City, because the sky in the inland Toktor Republic rarely snowed. A loud cry in the cold wind broke the silent night. This was a middle-class family of three. Home, the male host is a newspaper editor and the female host is an enthusiastic baker. At this time, they are looking at the children in their arms tenderly. Because the medical care in the seventh city is backward, most women give birth at home. , this is a very dangerous thing, but because of the prosperity of herbal medicine and folk doctors, every mother will go to the herbal shop to buy a medicine and invite a doctor before giving birth.

"Donnie, look at this, this is our child." The man with the mustache walked around holding the child in his arms in surprise. The sweaty doctor next to him also smiled. It is a wonderful thing to welcome a new life. In this terrible environment, the arrival of new life will make many people smile.

"Boll, have you made the soup?" The pale blond lady looked towards the door, and there was a good smell coming from somewhere.

"Um... No, I only heated the milk and supplements." After the man said that, his vision blurred and he lay on the bed.

"Mr. Bol, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this scene, the doctor next to him knelt down to check. The moment he knelt down, he also passed out. For a while, the only sound in the room was the cry of a baby.

"Wow wow wow..."

Listening to the cry, a lady in a robe walked in. She looked at the three unconscious people without saying a word. When she saw the child next to her whose eyes were shining like stars, she felt helpless in her heart. expressed emotions.

She silently took out a bottle of medicine, dipped a little green liquid in with her index finger and fed it in. The baby also passed out. Just when she was about to take the baby away, the unconscious mother woke up. She looked at Ya weakly. Deli's eyes were full of pain and pleading, and even because of overwork and fear, her face was as white as a sheet of paper. The haggardness and despair on her face were heart-wrenching to see. Moreover, her breath was weak, and she looked like she was dying.

Yardley put the child down, took out a bottle of red potion from her arms, and walked to the lady.

"You won't die, give birth to another one."

After saying this, Yardley opened her mother who was unable to resist, and drank a bottle of medicine. Her mother suddenly looked better, and after shedding two lines of clear tears, she passed out.

Adri dropped a bag of gold coins, picked up the child and left. When she reached the door, she spoke in a low voice.

"Leave it to you, let them forget this pain." After saying that, Yardley hugged the child and disappeared into the snow.

Until Yardley disappears, a dark shadow appears in the house, and they sneak into the dreams of the three of them.

Three hours later, Laura, who looked calm, opened her eyes. Yardley was responsible for taking away the child, and she was responsible for erasing the memory. So far, everything was going well, and Yardley only needed to send the child.

At the port of City 7, Yardley pushed a trolley into the snowy river. His body disappeared after she stepped onto the river.