"But even so, this experiment will ultimately yield no answers! It’s a journey without an end, where hope remains unseen not only in our generation but also in the next and the generations to follow, for hundreds, even thousands of years."
"All of us understand the principle that the forebears plant trees for the latter generations to enjoy the shade, otherwise we wouldn’t be involved in this research. But to tell the truth, people are selfish. I just got married, and there’s a wife I need to spend more time and energy with. Although the pay here is great, the daily work makes me feel like an insatiable printing press for money..."
"I am getting weary. After I record this experiment, I will formally submit my resignation to Ms. Mu Xi. That is all, the experiment is over."
At this point, even though there was no concrete evidence to prove Blake’s heinous crimes, within these first experimental records, Fisher had uncovered a shocking secret.
The founder of the Healing Room was not Blake, but Moli’s aunt, Mu Xi!
His brow furrowed subconsciously, and his thoughts drifted upwards again. When Elizabeth tried to lean in to see more, Fisher suddenly closed the experimental record, preventing Elizabeth and Moli from seeing the last part.
"What’s wrong? Fisher, is there evidence there?"
Fisher zoned out for a second, then shook his head and spoke to Elizabeth,
"The record is from three and a half years ago. At that time, the Healing Room had not yet started human experiments, and Blake hadn’t been involved..."
As he said this, Fisher’s trail of thought suddenly linked together, widening his perspective, but he kept it to himself, stopping his speech there, even as his innermost thoughts continued to branch out, reaching as far as Bian.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a soldier’s cry from outside the tavern.
"Report, General Barroha is on the line."
Elizabeth’s gaze shifted slightly, and with an understanding gesture, she raised her hand and signaled him to go out,
"I understand, you may leave."
Fisher had heard of General Barroha’s fame. After Elizabeth had quelled friction with Schwali, to ensure the safety of the borderlands, she had appointed this veteran as commander there and had requested for him the rank of General from the Golden Palace.
Fisher guessed that Barroha must have been one of Elizabeth’s confidants; otherwise, she would not have entrusted such a significant responsibility to him.
He wondered what the General could be calling about now. Perhaps there was some issue at the border, but Fisher had no intention of finding out.
"So, the trail’s gone cold?"
"No, not yet... I’ve got a clue to the Blake Vault where he liked to keep all his treasures and experimental tools. Once inside, it won’t be hard to find evidence..."
Elizabeth’s expression changed slightly as she hurriedly asked Fisher,
"And where is the vault’s location?"
Fisher listened and then shook his head with a wry smile, saying,
"I just escaped from the Dead Land and have only just awoken; where would I have had the time to solve that riddle..."
However, as he talked, the riddle recurred in his memory, contemplated word for word,
"The King once shed tears here; day and night they gathered, signifying his longing,"
"Knowledge carries concealed history, crafting a chronicle of broken eras,"
"Ah, all that is mine, where are you? In the place most dangerous, yet most safe!"
So, where is the Blake Vault located?