As his master insisted and repeatedly reiterated, the monarch was a human being.

This idea was not a blind loyalty, and his monarch encouraged him to think independently. When he first saw the monarch in the arena of the Immortal City and witnessed the monarch's nature that made it difficult to open his eyes, Zero dared to say so. After his light was converging, he opened his eyes that were tearful because of being burned. He saw sadness, impatience, humor and loss on the noble and beautiful face of the monarch, and other emotions that mortals should have. Those feelings all reminded Zero that his monarch was just a mortal with extraordinary power and wisdom. Now it seems that his monarch was indulging in the nature of mortals, but the guard Zero could not imagine how his monarch would support the future with the soul of the mortal.

No. Zero didn't know yet, just as he was thinking independently, his monarch fell into thinking about information theory.

Salone's hostility to the eternal god completely disappeared. It was not persuaded by the Supreme Master, but through his research on information theory in his graduate courses - from the perspective of microscopic physics, electrons are an electron that undergoes continuous iterations of subtle changes, and each generation of electrons has a subtle gap. There are no stable and unchanging electrons in this world. The degree of change between the latter generation of electrons and the previous generation of electrons depends on their tiny choices. These tiny choices constitute complex ideas enjoyed by humans and other mammals, from communication to genetic basis, from macroscopic physics to microscopic physics, all reflect the status of information. From this perspective, Salone itself is an electron that constitutes the will of the universe, and this universe does not need to care about any choices made by the electron. It is also a tiny embodiment of the information conveyed by the will of the universe.

This is not a mess of theological concepts, but a philosophical thinking from a scientific perspective.

After solving the problem in his mind, Salomon suddenly felt much more relaxed. He enthusiastically kissed the witch (two) who was sleeping in bed because he was too tired, and then put on his clothes and went out.

"Thank you." Salomon said softly, his voice was so light that it was even drowned in the sharp tide of the machine. He held the bouquet in his hand, his face full of humanity, but only one person saw his expression. Vanessa just woke up, and the bright colors immediately hit her blurry sight. "Don't worry, Wilson Fisk has come." The Secret Mage did not open his mouth, but his voice came into Vanessa's brain. Vanessa recognized the owner of the voice, and his barely tense back relaxed again, "Come on some water? Even if you wet your lips."

Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes again. Until Salomon put the cup of warm water to her mouth and made her swallow a few times. She said in a hoarse voice, "Thank me, little Baroque boy?"

"You challenged fate, Vanessa. You should have died here, but you survived, abstract artist. How many people have you seen who were poisoned survived?"

"Speak nicely." She closed her eyes and smiled and said in a hoarse voice. "I know there are some special places between Minerva and you, and even the children in the orphanage are very special. I knew that Minerva asked me to drink wine is not that simple."

"This is your first time facing death, Vanessa. But there is a second and third time, as long as you are still with Wilson Fisker, the danger will not stop, like a greedy female wolf hunting the soul." The voice sounded in Vanessa's mind, as clear as it came from the throat of the secret mage. "I can predict exactly when you will experience death. If you insist on doing it alone, no matter how many times you escape, I will always hold a funeral for you. I even know the situation of your funeral."

"Is this your superpower? Seeing death? Minerva taught you very well. I don't know that you are still familiar with the Divine Comedy." Vanessa chuckled reluctantly, "You know I won't change my mind, boy. Will you give up your two girlfriends?"

"I……"

"You will make the same choice as me, right?" If Vanessa opened her eyes, she would find that there was an unforgettable hesitation suddenly appeared on Salomon's face. The abstract painter seemed to have forgotten that she had no strength to speak. The impact of the poisoning on her was not so easy, and she was very tired. She thought she was talking, but she didn't expect that she just stated it in her mind. But even so, Salomon still heard her question and answered.

"If it's between duty and life... I can't make a choice, Vanessa." His voice sounded very sad. Vanessa suddenly felt the sadness like a burning blade cutting into the brain, which made her wake up suddenly. Vanessa has extremely sensitive empathy and imagination as an artist. This ability is an extremely wonderful talent for an artist, but for a wizard, it is the root of depravity. She first saw a heavy rain landing in the dark city, the wet streets and the dead bodies all over the ground, and then the endless blood-flowing corpses burning in the fire, and she almost smelled the burnt smell. Then she forgot what she saw before, and she only felt a certain impression remaining in her brain, like a hot mark.

Her talent did not allow her to see too much, but even so, she still noticed something was wrong.

"I have to choose the former, and even if there are thousands of reasons to choose the latter, I have to choose the former."

"Why, boy?" she asked the Secret Mage in her usual tone, "Why not choose the latter?"

"Because the former can make hundreds of millions of people alive, I have no choice." Frustration flashed, followed by toughness and determination. "I envy ordinary people who can lower their heads and enjoy their human life, no matter how bad this life is, instead of looking up and seeing the gloomy universe and the threat lurking under the curtain."

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"No, I will become the cruelest murderer, the most cunning king, the most ruthless politician in the world. You can put all the adjectives of bad humanity on me, because I will commit those sins in the future, and I will pay the price for it." Silence enveloped the ward. Salomon turned the direction of the bouquet to Vanessa, and after a while he spoke again. "If Wilson Fisk wants you to send it abroad, you will do it immediately. I will let my men protect you, but only for this, I will not provide any help to Wilson Fisk."

"Why?"

"You asked so many questions today, Vanessa. I will tell you, because I have handed over Wilson Fisk's criminal material to those who need it. Even if there is no death penalty in the United States, your life will be bad after losing Wilson Fisk. No matter how much you love him, he is always a bad gangster leader. No one can escape his sins, even if it is me. The flame of revenge against him will sooner or later spread to you and burn you to ashes. It is also possible.

It would be worse, that is, you are still alive." Salomon stood up and carefully wiped the dry blood on his knuckles with a wet tissue. After he sorted out everything, he put on his suit. "Wilson Fisk's bodyguard is coming to change shifts." He said, "They protect you well, repeatedly asked about my identity, and I had to kill them to come in. Don't show compassion at this time. I have never seen you show compassion for those victims!"

"Your mouth is too mean, Salomon." Vanessa stared at the back of the secret wizard.

"There is no way, mocking others is my rare entertainment." Salomon kissed Vanessa's forehead, "Sister Vanessa, you can't escape my poisonous tongue. Take care of your illness. On the way I came, the head of a fool who wanted to kill you."

"Can you reveal who wants my life? I can tell you a hundred bad stories about prophecy. Don't keep being stubborn, the sooner you know some things, the better."

"You have not given up on the idea of ​​helping him yet, right?" The Secret Mage shook his head helplessly. "This is not stubbornness, but it is unnecessary. Wilson Fisk will know who is behind the scenes, but not now."

"Then how do I explain the death of the bodyguard?"

"You don't have to explain anything. Don't worry, if Wilson Fisk finds me, as a reward for his intelligence-gathering ability, I'll just break one of his legs."
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