All speculations without concrete evidence will inevitably bring personal subjective tendencies.

Of course, Mr. Gandillo has other choices, and his path can also be explained in other directions, but only this line of logic can make Mrs. Gandillo feel...most comfortable.

Of course, Karen felt that all this made sense, and his speculation was most likely correct, but he deliberately ignored some other factors and possibilities when stating it.

He regards Mrs. Gandillo as his "client", and the essence of treatment is to relieve the pain of the "clients" and make them feel more comfortable and relaxed.

I am not a detective or a judge, so there is no need to demand perfection in the truth.

Mrs. Gandillo walked to the crystal coffin in a daze, stretched out her hand to support the edge of the crystal coffin, and murmured: "You mean, he is completely dead?"

"This is your husband's protection for you."

"But I don't want this kind of protection. For me, this is more of a torture."

"Your husband is a genius, but he is not a god after all. He is just trying his best to love you."

"Haha, maybe I shouldn't have let you speak."

"It can be clearly seen from your previous actions towards those under my command that you are not an apostate in the true sense. You asked me to speak because you just wanted to give yourself an excuse and a reason.

Because you know very well why I am talking, so that I and my team members can survive, right?"

"Karen Immelais?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You are right about what you said. If my husband could see you, he would be very excited."

"Although I regret not seeing the respectable Mr. Gandillo, we have already gotten to know each other through you, Madam."

"I want to know what my husband went through after he left here and how he is doing. Compared to what you said, I actually hope that he is still alive, although I think the hope is slim."

"I will help you detect the traces of Piston after he left here. Although many years have passed, many people who can provide clues are no longer here, but...as a priest of the Cult of Order, I can still make them speak."

"But, I didn't say I wanted to let you go?" Mrs. Gandillo looked at Karen, "You just made the decision for me? Wouldn't it be too impatient?"

"I think these are minor issues."

"Small question?"

"Rather than whether I will be locked up here or whether my team members can leave safely, I am more interested in the research results of your husband's stay here.

I guess that your husband revealed his thoughts as an apostate after gradually deepening his research on this matter, right?"

"Yes."

"This is normal. The closer you get to God, the less you believe in the existence of God."

"That's the one you're talking about?"

"Yes, the last mad pope of the Illuminati Cult."

"My husband is not a madman."

"I don't think he is an apostate in the true sense. It's just that his ideological level is too high, beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding. When everyone thinks that the sun will cool down, people who think that the sun is warm,

It will become a heresy.

Your husband is just a traitor in this era, but he is a true devout person on the path of faith in order.

I am honored to be able to walk the same path as your husband."

"This is very unfair." Mrs. Gandillo smiled, "I haven't spoken to anyone here for more than a hundred years, and then I met someone as good at talking as you."

"I also have an elder in my family who has been isolated for more than a hundred years. He seldom communicates with others, but he is still cheerful, lively and confident. He is studying what to eat, drink and play every day."

"It's very cheerful."

"Yes, it is."

Karen paused and continued: "I have a request."

"you say."

"I previously guessed that chains of order would spread underground. I want you to show me what the most special chain looks like."

"The most special chain?"

"Yes."

Mrs. Gandillo raised her hand, cracks appeared in the crystal under her feet, and immediately, a chain exuding a simple atmosphere stretched out.

Its shape made Karen a little uncomfortable, because it was not natural, but forged.

This discomfort feels a bit like being offended and blasphemed.

Karen didn't know where his emotions came from. All he could do now was try his best to suppress these negative emotions.

This chain was very thick. When Karen reached out to touch it, he suddenly discovered that there were purple dynamic patterns in the gaps on the inside of the chain.

He has a chain that is also stained with purple. It was "stolen" when he broke into the seal of the Throne of Order, and that's all.

Karen wanted to reach out and touch the purples, but when his hand reached over, the purples disappeared again, as if he was deliberately avoiding himself.

The chain was retracted and submerged into the ground.

Karen clapped her hands and turned to look at Mrs. Gandillo, still unfinished.

"You really know how to eat," Mrs. Gandillo said.

Well, is it a comment from her era?

Although I have never heard of such an expression, it probably means that I really know my stuff.

"Madam, I can help you get out of here."

"You mean you would voluntarily stick this crystal into your own head?"

"No, it won't."

"Oh, I'm still afraid of death."

Karen nodded and acquiesced.

Although he knew very well that if Mrs. Gandillo wanted to "invade" her body, then things here would be very simple.

It's just that although this lady has been saying "kill her and drive her crazy", she has not taken any real action until now.

In her body, Karen saw the shadow of Pu'er.

Before that, Karen had never believed that someone could maintain their true nature after being "imprisoned" for such a long time, but now he believed it.

"Your husband and I are doing the same research. I can help you get your body out of here."

"Just the body is meaningless."

"I can help you maintain this state, but I still need some time, so you can choose to stay here for a while. When I can do that, I will come and arrange for you to leave."

"Why should I trust you?"

"I don't know, but I think you should agree to this plan." As he spoke, Karen opened his hands, and a chain of order flew out of his palm, with the mottled purple flowing on it.

Compared to the chains summoned by Mrs. Gandillo previously, Karen's chains are more natural and full of life.

Mrs. Gandillo looked at Karen in shock: "Now I admit that you are indeed very similar to my husband."

"So I can keep my promise to you. Of course, if I can continue to enter here myself or send someone to enter here in the future, I should be able to shorten this process."

"Here are the results of my husband's research."

"Of course I know, but the one who least wants these studies to be buried forever is you, madam."

The "awakening" here has great limitations. Such a large cost can only keep Mrs. Gandillo in the "awakened" state here. Her body cannot actually leave here.

As for what she said about putting memories into crystals, it is actually very dangerous because she is already dead and has no soul.

Furthermore, Karen even felt that the underground crystal formation should have been specially designed for Mrs. Gandillo.

All in all, nothing here is universal.

But even if he only learns one point, one setting, one idea, one inspiration, it means huge value that cannot be ignored for Karen.

He had always imagined that one day, he could provide input for Old Saman and Count Rekar, so that they would not have to worry about the end after the spiritual power dissipated, and could move around in this world more freely.

"Can I believe you?" Mrs. Gandillo held the edge of the coffin with both hands, revealing her plump figure.

Karen avoided looking and said, "You still have a choice now."

Mrs. Gandillo changed her position. She had lived alone for too long and was no longer used to dealing with living people. Besides, she was a dead widow, so she didn't seem to need to pay special attention to anything.

But she didn't have to pay attention, but the young man in front of her did. For a moment, Mrs. Gandillo was angry and funny.

"I don't want to be your slave."

Karen simply sat down and asked, "Do you still have that red wine?"

Mrs. Gandillo waved her hand, and a small crystal rod flew in front of Karen.

Karen picked up the crystal rod and struck it against the sword of Areus beside him, as if he were using the edge of a table to pry open a beer bottle.

"Bang!"

Karen picked up his cup and poured a full amount of red wine into it. The thermos cup that had been filled with ice cubes had melted a lot because the lid was not closed. Karen hesitated for a moment, opened his palms, and said, "Ellen Ice Type"
To be continued...