Before dawn climbed the ridge, fog still occupied the road.
The Aster and Philos are walking on an ancient road paved with gravel. In the distance, a town that seems like nothing is gradually developing.
Philos walked, swinging his creaking metal arm:
"Do you think that we walk in a place like a doomed traveler in a trailer? 」
"You are wearing a broken cloak, and my iron shell reflects light. Seriously, I only need a mechanical horse. 」
The Aster didn't talk. He is thinking.
Since the conversation in the firelight that night, he had a wonderful feeling:
-His memory may be more than just "forgetting".
The town is small, but there are still people.
There are vendors under the old eaves, and children are running in the lanes. Everything seems normal.
Until they walked into the center of the square.
People began to look back.
And then-
A middle-aged man stumbled blunt come over, grabbed the protagonist's shoulder, voice trembling, eyes red:
"It's you! It's you ... Astor! 」
"You are still alive ... I thought you had been, had been killed by" the clergy "..."
The Aster was shocked. He didn't respond because he didn't remember this person at all.
The man is called Yuka, and he is a craftsman in the town.
He said that the Aster used to be the patrol captain here and protected the town for three years.
Even dragged him out of the world with one hand in a sectarian encirclement and suppression.
"You said at that time that there is no savior in this world, but we can choose who should live ..."
The Aster is speechless.
Philos is looking at two people, low tone:
"Aha ... memory is wrong? Or ... Who stole your identity? 」
The protagonist finally spoke:
"I really ... don't remember you. 」
Yuka eyes a shock, what seems to be stabbed. But he forced a smile:
"It doesn't matter, maybe it's something ... anyway, you are still alive, which is more important than anything else. 」
But the next second, a shadow flew down from the eaves.
Steel claws pierced the air-Philos pulled the protagonist away and a weapon like a spike pierced the ground!
That's a memory hound.
It is composed of forgotten fragments, semi-organic, semi-secluded. What comes out of my mouth is not saliva, but broken words and dates.
"Target confirmation: those with abnormal memory. For scraping. 」
Philos mocking smile:
"You know what? I really don't like this broken biological aesthetics. 」
"Let me demonstrate what mechanical romance is. 」
He pulled out the energy claw blade behind his shoulder, and the blood vessels all over his body gave off red overload light.
Fighting broke out.
Hounds are extremely fast and can absorb memory fragments from their eyes as an attack form.
But Philos didn't look at it. Instead, he closed the sensor and used acoustic radar and earthquake location to dodge.
"I'm a survivor of the overheated campaign era, and a blind fight can make you reboot. 」
With a swing, he put his paws into each other's chest, then concentrated his whole body torque, and boom-the memory hound broke!
But just as the dust fell, the Aster felt a picture flash across his mind:
-He, sitting in a court, was accused by several people who were "wearing black robes of the church" that he was a "memory manipulator" and deserved to die.
His eyes widened.
"I ... is being pursued? 」
He turned to the notebook. That page is quietly writing automatically:
"We didn't know the importance of power until it became the only choice. 」
"We beg for good things, but bad things always come unexpectedly. 」
Philos came and put his hand on his shoulder:
"You have two choices now: run or ask more lies. 」
"I suggest the latter, which is more fun. 」