"Are you sure this is a transaction, not an order?"

Turing fell silent for a moment, lowering his head and looking through his bangs at his own legs, gently rubbing the yarn on the leg of his patient gown.

"Well, of course, if you want to choose death with nothing, I can't stop you."

Maria was not a compassionate woman.

It wasn't until he had dealt with her so many times that Turing finally had a relatively comprehensive understanding of her.

Looking at her face, which was both divine and frosty, Turing was momentarily lost in thought.

Turing suddenly wanted to ask what someone in her position was really thinking.

Clearly, she had every right.

Clearly, she could choose any kind of life.

What on earth was she fussing about?

Did she also have desires that were not luxurious or glorious; even desires that were a bit fragile and humble that couldn't be fulfilled?

Did she also have an invisible shackle binding her, or an invisible curse haunting her, until it penetrated her entire life?

"I understand..."

Turing actually couldn't understand, but he didn't need to think too much about it right now.

The current situation had become quite simple.

[As long as I defeat Mother, everything will be over.]

"I promise you."

[It doesn't matter.]

[Even if it's Mother...]

[I will win.]

"Very well... Thank you, Turing."

Upon learning the satisfactory answer, Maria gently raised her head and looked at the serene and gentle lakeside, reminiscent of an opera.

The large hole that had just been dug out by Turing on the lakeside had now completely ceased boiling, emitting the fragrant scent of grass as if a noisy lawnmower had passed by in the afternoon.

"People say that women change after eighteen, and it's really true."

Maria pursed her lips and gently patted her own knee, looking as if she was in good spirits.

This tall woman, over one meter eighty, had not smiled like a child for a long time.

Maria wouldn't tell Turing that she herself had once lived as naively and innocently as Turing.

It was just that she had been compelled by fate, blackmailed by fate, to step by step reach this point.

This really wasn't her fault.

Every morning she woke up from a dream, Maria would think this way.

If she had a sister or an older sister, and if she had unfortunately perished in the catastrophe in the laboratory back then, then they would have been pushed by fate to become like her now.

They would become numb and ruthless.

"Turing."

"I have watched you grow up from a young age until now."

"It has been four long years since the day I brought Merka to Westminster."

"I saw you change from being paranoid to becoming soft and sweet."

"From being Oedipus-like and brutal, to warm and flexible"

"Exclude the weighing scale of pros and cons in my eyes, unavoidable weighing the weights."

"I see you like a bright Bell Flower."

"I planted you, but couldn't move you away from Yanling Lake."

"You bloom forever in beauty, but from afar and untouchable."

Maria calmly stood up from Turing's side and went over to the injured Dunkirk, giving her a gentle kick.

A dazzling white lotus bloomed from the battered Dunkirk, its gleaming white wax-like petals slowly dripping down, gradually covering Dunkirk's body.

Dunkirk, lying quietly like a saint, slowly returned to its original size, and the wounds slowly healed.

"So when you said you wanted to die, I was really sad."

"When a person is born, it is no longer a debatable question, but a fact given to him by God."

"When God gives us this fact, he also ensures its outcome."

"So death is not something to be rushed, but a festival that will inevitably come."

After curing Dunkirk, Maria turned around and stared at Turing with her bright yet indifferent eyes.

She looked at Turing like she would a normal child.

"Turing..."

"Let me give you a sentence."

"Boldly walk your night road,"

"no matter how others stare at you like ghostly fires."

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"What did I think... So it's a shooting star."

The old man tugged at his beard.

"But the shooting stars are gone, you can go back now."

Merka saw the old man about to close the door, quickly grabbed the doorknob, and anxiously said,

"No, it's not a shooting star. I hope you can modify this firework according to my request."

"I can pay for it."

The old man gave Merka a strange glance, and his force on the door also relaxed.

"How much can you pay?"

Merka broke out in a cold sweat and said earnestly,

"As long as you ask."

The old man laughed, a murky laugh squeezing out from his sparse beard.

"Hmph."

"You actually said as long as I ask..."

"Then it's 500,000... no, 800,000. I can help you bundle it up."