hunting light

The banquets and singing and dancing activities to celebrate the enthronement of the new Pope will last all night, and the entire ancient city of Xilin will also enter a three-day festival.

Even in the bedroom of the pope, which is the most secure in the palace, Ian can still hear the faint voices and cheers coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ian wiped off the water from his face and stepped out of the bathtub. The young man's slender body is well-proportioned and beautiful, and his white skin is like curd.

In the resplendent bathroom, there are attendants standing on the left and right.They had no expressions on their professional faces, brushed Ian's body and hair skillfully with their hands, and then put on the complicated set of Pope's robes for Ian layer by layer.

This time, at least Ian didn't have to wear the crown that hurt his neck anymore.

From the Pope's Palace to the Holy Spirit Tower, it only takes about ten minutes to walk along the dedicated road.

On a midsummer night, the cool wind from the sea pours into the palace complex, passes over the bell tower and gardens, and finally converges on the brightly lit Holy Spirit Tower Square.

In the Holy Spirit Tower tonight, all the lights are on, and the giant white tower is like a sword of ice and snow pointing to the sky in the night.At the tip of the sword, there is a group of lights that are particularly shining, which will not go out all year round.That is the residence of the legendary Holy Lord.

The seven elders have been waiting under the pagoda for a long time.

Even if they think they are the actual controllers of the Holy See, the only one who is eligible to get the Holy Lord's permission to climb the tower is still the Pope.

"Please remember our instructions to you, Your Majesty." Archbishop Clement said to Ian, "After the core machine of the Holy Lord was transferred away, His Majesty Alfonso went to the tower to meet with it, but nothing useful was obtained. information. We can only pin our hopes on you. I hope you can find out the intention of the Holy Lord."

"I don't think its intention is hard to guess." Ian said, "It may be just an AI, but its personality part makes it pursue freedom."

Clement pulled the corner of his lips with difficulty: "Freedom can only lead to destruction. I hope we can bring it back before it destroys itself, or worse, destroys mankind."

Ian walked into the Holy Spirit Tower alone.

Inside, like the outside, was white from ceiling to floor.The elevator door opened automatically, waiting for Ian's arrival.

Ian walked into the elevator and turned around.

The elevator doors closed, hiding the envy in the eyes of the archbishops who stayed in the distance.

Ian didn't have to keep his tense and serious face for the time being, and finally showed a hint of nervousness.

On the way up the elevator, Ian raised his hand and held a Holy Light Talisman hanging on his chest, and gently groped for the engraved writing on the back of the Talisman with his fingertips.

"The suffering we endure today... will be our laurels tomorrow..."

He closed his eyes and meditated in his heart, feeling the warmth of the man remaining on the Holy Light Talisman.

The speed of the elevator's ascent slowed down significantly, and it stopped very smoothly.

With a ding, the door slid open to both sides.

In the holy scripture "Voice of Light·The Beginning" of the Holy Ming Sect, the residence of the Holy Lord was described.

"It's white and clean there, without a single blemish or shadow. Light is everywhere, all around you, and within your body. The walls are as transparent as a thin egg, and the four sides are transparent, and you can see the entire universe.

There is no time here, God has transcended it.Light is the sight of God.Wherever there is light, it is being looked down upon by God..."

Before Ian walked into this door, he had imagined countless times what would happen inside.

It may be a gorgeous and bright palace, or it may be an extremely simple and spacious space, or it may even be arranged like a computer room, full of various monitoring instruments, or there may be nothing in it...

The scene in front of him was different from any of Ian's guesses.

Here, like a home.

Floor-to-ceiling glass windows make up all the exterior walls, allowing sunlight from the blue sky to stream in and bounce between the furniture and walls inside the house.

The bright and spacious living room is connected to a large kitchen, and the decoration style is exquisite and full of life atmosphere.

The log floor is patchwork with V-shaped patterns, the walls are snow-white, and there are warm-colored art paintings hanging on them. Big white flowers are in full bloom in blue vases, and the gray sofa looks soft like floating clouds.The piano music is soft and ethereal, blending into the elegant portraits.

There is even the aroma of strong mint tea floating in the air, giving people an illusion.It seems that in the next moment, the sound of the cooking machine will be heard from the kitchen, and the host will come out with a tray in his hand to greet the guests to sit down.

In comparison, Ian felt that his attire was too grand, and it was incompatible with the peaceful atmosphere of the home.

Did the Holy Lord really "live" here?

Ian felt that this place looked so comfortable and familiar, as if he had been here before.

A breeze with the fragrance of flowers blows head-on, and a gentle voice resounds in the house.

"I finally waited for you, Ian."

It was a very familiar young male voice, but the tone was more vivid than in memory, the words were clearly pronounced, and there was a kind of leisurely smoothness and composure.Ian doesn't know much about AI, but he also knows that to have such a realistic tone, it must be equipped with a very advanced emotional processing module.

"Guangji?" Ian asked.

"It's me, old friend." Guang Ji said.Ian could even hear the subtle smile in his words.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to walk in here." Guangji sighed.

"Are you waiting for me?" Ian looked around, unable to confirm the sound of the voice made him a little uncomfortable, "Why can't you come to me? Just like you used to."

"I want to, but I can't." Guang Ji said, "Sit down, Ian. This is going to be a very long conversation."

Ian sat on the sofa.

Two mechanical servants slid out of the kitchen, bringing mint tea.Freshly baked cinnamon caramel biscuits are still soft and fragrant.

"I believe you have learned a lot about me from various sources." Guang Ji's voice surrounded the room, "However, the puzzle in your mind still lacks some important parts."

"Yes," said Ian. "Who are you? And who am I? And, what can we do?"

"Come on a little bit, my friend." Guang Ji smiled, "As you already know, I am not some god, but an ancient quantum computer, the most advanced AI in today's human society. I have been ruled by the head of the Holy See for a long time It is controlled by the group, which is a group composed of the pope and the seven patriarchs. But only the pope is qualified to enter this room and sit down with me for a cup of tea. Therefore, you must do whatever it takes to become pope, Come up to me."

"That's right." Ian said calmly, "However, after all, you need to see yourself in person to confirm all the information obtained through hearsay. And I also have a few questions, and I need you to explain them to me."

Guang Ji smiled: "Let me tell you a story first. This story should be able to answer many of your questions."