But perhaps because no one was at home and Babbage and Moriarty were out, she secretly flipped through Moriarty's secret library.
Although the password is complicated to set, it is very easy for a young girl.
But after reading the pile of letters and removing the weird and meaningless words from Moriarty, Fran became curious about who the old guy in Moriarty's letter was. Was it the old guy he always mentioned? Or was it a different person?
But it should be a relative, right? After all, Moriarty always speaks in that colloquial language when he is happy, but if so, then it must be my grandfather?
It is now 1828, and Frankenstein, who was taken to London, England for adoption by Moriarty and Babbage, has spent ten years in their company.
During these ten years, Frankenstein had three identities: one was an adopted daughter, one was a "student" who assisted them, and one was an "intelligence officer of the organization."
Of course, the second and third ones were Moriarty's preferred instructions, but for her as an android, it wasn't too tiring.
As for the work of the "intelligence officers", most of them are to ask college students what they think of the courses taught by Moriarty......
In short, Fran, who suddenly became curious, left a letter one day saying that he was going out to take a look, and then left.
In fact, she was also very clear that the destination was the Chateau d'If. After all, it was a place that Moriarty went to every year, and she only needed to check it out.
However, she encountered trouble along the way—
"Oh my, I never expected to have such a harvest. Obviously, all living things are the product of miracles. Therefore, the act of creating life is sacred and undoubtedly an act of God..."
Suddenly, these words echoed in Francestan's ears.
At this moment, Fran was immediately ready for battle, because the white-haired man who appeared with the sound showed some unpredictable magic power circulating throughout his body, like some kind of magic power flowing in a pattern, roaring and surging, just like a fierce snake that seemed to show its fangs at any time.
Of course, Fran knew what it was.
This pattern is called magic engraving.
Moriarty had taught her that a magic mark was like an artificial organ given to a magician.
The seal inherited from an ancient magician family along with history is, in a sense, the greatest heirloom and the greatest curse. It is also a solidified mystery that is passed down from one son to another.
Presumably, this unknown magician could kill ordinary magicians instantly by performing magic through the magic seal.
However, Frankenstein was not afraid of this.
Because the body strengthened by Babbage had instantly figured out how to solve this situation.
“If the object of creation is a human being of great complexity, it can be called the ultimate sacred act.”
The white-haired man with green magic bursting out of his body opened his red and green eyes and slowly approached the pink-haired android holding a sledgehammer, with the smile on his face still on his face.
"Even a person like me, with science, science, and a little bit of magic, can't do such a devastating act. How could there be such a stupid magician that I don't know about? Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the church?"
Just by looking at each other for a second, the girl could clearly know how powerful the magician in front of her was.
"........What? You said, what? You are not allowed to talk about my father like that!"
Even though this man was very powerful, Fran's aura was still mixed with anger.
Although she felt that Moriarty was always weird and completely different from Babbage, and sometimes complained about him in private, she could not stand others saying such things to them, because they were very nice to her anyway.
"Although the church has gradually faded with the times, there are still many mysteries in it. It must be difficult to accept such behavior. It is not a sacred act of the god you believe in, but the actions of the magician you despise the most."
"Who are you? I feel that you have something in common with me. Are you also created? Are you a friend?"
"Me? Even though I'm just a dead person, I'm different from you. I'm a 'great hero' who was born from the 'Great Illusion' of that century and worked tirelessly for the benefit of all living beings, based on the original church legend."
He smiled, picked up the glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
"—Alessandro Cagliostro."
Frankenstein sensed a certain smell of rust returning.
This means that the aura of the man in front of him is becoming increasingly dense. If that aura is transformed into magic power, it can obviously be transformed into a variety of magic in an instant.
This guy is really strong, stronger than Moriarty and Babbage. Even I may not be able to win.
Even so, she still stared at the man intently, not allowing herself to show any fear.
“Where is your core?”
It took only two or three seconds for Cagliostro to finish his words, but this was enough time for Fran, who was close at hand, to react.
The white-haired man glanced mockingly at the android girl's resistance, then raised his hand and clenched it.
In an instant, accompanied by the roar of the sledgehammer in Fran's hand being forcibly torn apart, green air currents pierced out from the sledgehammer like a swarm of snakes.
Then, there was a sound like a cup being broken.
Snapped.
With a slight sound, the weapon carefully crafted by the Steam King was defeated by magic that was far superior to his.
But at this moment, as if a voice unknown to anyone came to his ears, Cagliostro suddenly froze in place and turned his head in surprise.
He didn't know if it was a coincidence, but he felt a breath like a biting cold wind howling in a world stained with blood coming from somewhere in France.
"Strange... Something interesting seems to have suddenly appeared in Gévaudan. Could it be that the so-called sleeping Lord of Storms is real?" Cagliostro pondered for a moment, then made a decision with a smile, "In that case, you can leave it to Father Braga and Tarantellon to handle. Just consider it as a gift for my failure to attend the banquet as scheduled."
The two people he was talking about were two of the Three Wise Men who framed Father Faria, Father Angelo Braga of the Eighth Order of Secrets, and Tara Tairo, the reincarnation of Roya, the Infinite Reincarnator.
From what Cagliostro said, he should have come out at the invitation of the two, but unexpectedly he happened to meet Frankenstein who wanted to go to the Chateau d'If to see his "grandfather".
"I don't understand what you are saying? Are you not going to fight anymore?"
The pink-haired girl tilted her head, confused.
"Haha, you are an inhuman being. You can tell your father or an even older ancestor that you are talking about."
Cagliostro stood up slowly, his green coat fluttering.
He let his long hair flutter and strode towards the Gévaudan area with a strange weapon in hand.
"You will definitely be wanted by the church as a heretic, poor android. Your parts will be crushed and thrown into the Mediterranean Sea as an apology to God."
221: Diary of Bawan Xi (4k)
In the 16th century, in a shipyard in London, England.
There was a lot of noise coming from the factory. Although Bawan Xi was used to it, he was not uncomfortable, but he still felt a little uneasy.
“Is this part done…?”
The fairy girl looked at the design drawings left by Favia and sighed again.
In fact, things like buying groceries and cooking were extremely easy for her, and she had only done it on purpose when she asked Favia to teach her step by step.
But she really couldn't understand this kind of delicate and complicated operation. She felt that she was more adept at making shoes herself.
Therefore, Bhavan Shi could only say that her mind was not in good shape, a fact she had keenly felt over the past two years.
"Madam boss, we are leaving now. You should also go to bed early."
"Yes, today is a holiday, take some rest."
"I'm not the boss lady! I'm just an acquaintance!"
The girl continued to work on her task without looking up, but just retorted as usual.
After a while, after simply wiping off the black stains on her face, Bawan Shi stood up, supporting her chin with one hand and looking at the scenery outside the window.
"Oh... I'm so tired..."
It was already late at night in London, and it seemed to be some kind of festival, as there were a lot of people on the streets outside.
"When will you come back, Favia..."
The moment I parted with the most important person was on that small island shrouded in purple smoke.
The fairy girl has welcomed the second autumn since then.
To Bawan Xi, what happened on that island was as absurd as a dream.
The purple girl driving the tentacles and even the purple smoke that seemed to be swallowing the world were like a dream.
The fairy girl vaguely remembered that she suddenly fainted. When she woke up again, everything returned to normal.
The sky returned to blue, and the people on the island were not confused about what had happened before, as if nothing had happened.
Three months passed like this, and then, under the vast, clear blue sky, she set out alone on the road back to London. When her pupils drooped, her hands were still searching. Although Bawan Xi would usually find it terrifying to act alone, she did not feel that way at all at that time.
Maybe it’s because I call out that name again and again in my dreams.
As long as you hold the important things in your heart, you will be able to illuminate the dark and narrow road. The fairy girl remembered that Favia said this to her, and she prayed to the moon that emitted pale moonlight between the clouds.
After returning to London, when Bawan Shi stayed in the house where the two of them used to live together, she still couldn't help feeling lonely.
Because the world without Favia was really quiet to her, even this little house seemed lifeless, with dim lights and no sound at all.
The silence was deafening. Even when I was alone before, it had never been so quiet.
Bawan Xi knew that this was because she used to be with Favia so often. Favia often talked to her a lot all day long as if it was a matter of course, so she forgot the silence that often surrounded her.
The girl kept thinking about what happened between him and herself.
Just like during this time of separation, whenever she felt lonely and painful, she would think back to the two years they spent together.
In that hut, I warmed myself by the fire while being soaked in the rain, and received treatment.
When Bawan Xi recalled the warm past from the perspective of the present, she discovered many things.
For example, when he first met Favia, he was very nervous because he cried.
For example, when he was unable to speak normally and chose to escape, he showed a self-blaming expression.
For example, when she refused treatment from others and came to him at the shipyard, he smiled and treated her throat.
From the various little things that came to mind, and guessing what Favia was feeling at the time, Bawan Xi was really happy.
She also guessed that although Favia had a very refreshing and happy smile on her face at that time, she was also feeling anxious because she had no confidence.
Bawan Xi wiped her cheeks vigorously. Just for a moment, she wanted to put on the expression that Favia wanted.
Although his body did not obey the fairy girl's words at all, he still tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth.
If Paracelsus and Machili hadn't come looking for Favia, the fairy girl would probably have stayed in the house like this.
"I see... Did Favia suddenly disappear? No wonder no one went to the shipyard. But now we can only choose to close it for a while."
Paracelsus looked at the fairy girl with a painful expression, as if she was about to cry. She seemed to be enduring the pain in her heart, clutching her clothes so tightly that they were full of wrinkles.
"That's all I can do. I'll go find some information about the purple fog later."
"Close what?"
Bawan Shi asked, she didn't understand what they meant by closing for a period of time.
"That shipyard was bought by Favia, and he also built ships in the factory. Now that he is gone, it will have to be closed for a while..."
"Can't it be closed? I think if Favia wants to build a ship, he definitely won't want to close it..."
Bawan Xi knew that these actions were meaningless to a magician, but Favia was not an ordinary magician, at least his personality was very different, which could be seen from the people he knew.
Well, he must have his reasons for doing this.
"That makes sense, but without Favia here, the workers can't start work without permission. This is the only way."
Although it seems like an insignificant and meaningless thing, I don't want this, and Favia certainly doesn't want this either.
Bhawan Xi thought.
"Oh my god! I'm Favia's friend! Everyone has seen me many times!"
The fairy girl stood up suddenly, stretched out her right hand high, and spoke loudly, causing Paracelsus and Machiri to focus their attention on her.
Although she felt ashamed and even broke out in cold sweats, she still focused on what she was going to do next and tried to keep her spirits up.
Then he continued in a calm voice:
"Everyone will agree with what I say."
At that moment Paracelsus and Machili looked at each other and smiled. They could understand the fairy girl's feelings, but they felt that calling her "friend" was too ambiguous because they were also friends of Favia.
"Okay then, I'll leave it to you. If you need anything, please let us know and we'll help you."
"Yes, please speak up if you encounter any trouble."
After the two left, the fairy girl went to the shipyard alone and started working under the name of "Favia".
