In this short contact as short as a moment, Amoen reads the fluctuations hidden deep in the normal thinking data stream - those dim and scarred information records that reflect each other with the real body.

He may not understand the principles of neural networks, nor can he understand how magic power drives artificial neural cables and connectors to achieve the interoperability of thinking and data, but as a former god, he at least has unique power in his own field of command. This point has not changed even if it has left the throne and declined for three thousand years.

The God of Nature is old—but the old deer also keeps one hand.

Patty stopped, and she looked at the old man in front of her in confusion. The seriousness in the other person's eyes made her even a little nervous: "Mr. Lu, the expressway...what's wrong with you?"

"Is your physical condition very bad?" Amoen frowned. The moment he touched Patty's finger, he had already established a connection with the spirit of the mortal girl in front of him. At this moment, in his sight, the girl in a white dress and a bright smile was covered with another layer of "shadow". The figure was scarred and weak and sick. Although there were many traces of treatment, there were still a large number of incurable wounds. "Did you suffer a very serious injury many years ago?"

"Mr. Deer on the Expressway?" Patty finally showed a shocked expression, "How did you know..."

"I..." Amoen opened his mouth, but suddenly found that he had no way to explain. He could not reveal his identity at will. However, how could an ordinary user wandering in a neural network "see" Patty's problem at first glance?

However, Patty did not delve into this issue. She saw that the old man in front of her seemed to have some reason to say it. As the earliest user in the neural network and one of the current guides, this once innocent and ignorant girl now knows a lot of things. She knows that those who were by her side were actually believers of the Eternal Midlanders, and also knows that many of the people who work with her on the Internet have already died in the real world. After experiencing so many things that ordinary people can't imagine, she will only smile slightly when facing an old man with an indescribable hidden secret-

"It's okay, sir, everyone has some secrets that are not easy to disclose," she shook her head with a smile. "But you are right, my health is indeed not good, and I still need someone to take care of it now-but compared with the previous few years, I am in much better condition now. According to Grandpa Pitman, except for the inconvenience of mobility, there is no factor in my body that will endanger life or continue to deteriorate..."

Amoen was glad that the girl did not ask her anything, and at the same time knew that what the other party said was the facts. According to the situation she observed, although the remaining injuries on the girl were still very serious, there were traces of treatment everywhere. Judging from the healing technology of mortals, this recovery effect is already close to its limit.

It pulled out a girl who might not have lived to be adults at all from the fate of death, and even allowed her to live safely and very old. From the perspective of a mortal, this is a miracle.

But from the perspective of the gods, this can be better, but it requires him to take a little step towards a dangerous border....

"Mr. Highway?" Patty frowned her thin eyebrows when she noticed that the old man in front of her suddenly fell silent again. She stood on tiptoe and waved her hand in front of Amoen, "What did you think of again?"

Amoen woke up from his meditation, lowered his gaze and stared at the girl in front of him for a long time with a deep and watery look. He looked like this for a long time, until Patty felt a little awkward, he suddenly said, "Little Patty, have we known each other for almost a month?"

"Actually, there are more than twenty days left..." Patty grabbed the hair behind her ears and said while calculating, "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly mention this?"

"I want to give you a little gift," Amoen slowly smiled, and even wrinkles stretched out on his old and kind face. As he said, he bent down slightly, then shook his wrist in front of the girl, and took out a white flower out of thin air, as if he had done magic. "Look, this is what I created myself - it has never appeared in this world."

"Wow!" Patty looked at the little flower that appeared in front of her and immediately stretched out her hand in surprise, "Have you learned how to create things with your mind in this dream city? It's so beautiful! Thank you, the expressway first..."

She took Xiaohua, but as soon as she said that, the old man in front of her suddenly disappeared. In the special information box that she could see as a guide, it was shown that the user who was interacting had logged out of the network.

...

The white flash instantly filled the entire field of vision, and the brief dizziness caused by the forced redirection of the neural link was also fleeting. Amoen only felt himself in a trance. When he saw the surrounding situation again, he found that he had come to a space filled with boundless mist, gray grassland and endless sky light. The faint mist seemed to hide all the details in this space. He could only see that there seemed to be a hill in the distance, and a huge figure was quietly dormant in the depths of the fog.

He lowered his head and saw a circle of eye-catching red letters surrounding him: You have been temporarily banned by the administrator.

The figure dormant in the depths of the fog in the distance moved. It looked huge and heavy, but it didn't make a sound when it moved over. Amoen subconsciously wanted to act alert, but soon he realized who the figure was, so he calmed down and patiently waited for the other party to come to his eyes.

Long arthropods slashed through the mist, and the holy white spider walked out of the mist, and the aimless head drooped in the direction of Amoen. The next second, a petite figure appeared in the fine fluff above the spider's head and jumped down lightly from the sky.

The long white hair dragged to the ankles spread out in the air like wings, and then retracted as Naretiel landed on the ground. The "upper narrator" who was in charge of the entire neural network came to Amoen, raised his head and looked at the "former god" standing here as an elf old man, his eyes full of official attitude.

Amoen took the initiative to spread his hands without waiting for the girl to speak: "I know I know, dangerous operations, right? I heard Milmina mention it, and the violation will attract the administrator..."

"Ordinary violations will only attract warnings from the system automatically or ordinary patrolmen sent by the network management center. Kicking out of the network will only return to the real world," Narithier said with a straight face. "Only the highest level and most special violations will attract upper-level narrators and be brought to this 'boundary level'."

"Is that true?" Amoen was stunned for a moment, obviously this was a little different from what he understood. "I heard from Milmina that she was often chased by you and would be taken to this place every now and then to preach... I thought you would handle all the violations yourself..."

"Please don't interrupt, Mr. Amoen," said Naretiel immediately. "You and your companions have added a lot of extra work to me and Duvalter. Ms. Enya is more ruling than you."

Amoren immediately coughed dryly: "Ahem, this is my first violation. You can't average the problems caused by Milmina running around and trying to "rule boundaries" to me... Well, of course I don't mean to escape responsibility. I admit my violation, but... I just want to help the girl with a little favor."

At the end, his expression gradually became serious. Obviously, in this matter, he had an extremely firm attitude - admitting his mistakes, but he would still dare to do so next time.

"I know," Naritiel's expression didn't change much, but continued to stare at Amoen seriously and seriously, "so your treatment is only a temporary ban - the ban is temporary, and this is to avoid further dangerous actions."

It sounded that the ban would be lifted soon, Amoen immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled at the young but serious god in front of him, and his thoughts became clear and active again due to relaxation. He asked casually: "How long will it take for the ban? When will I go back?"

"Wait for the notice," Naretill said with a face raised, and then added, "but don't worry, it won't last more than a few hours at most."

"That's fine..." Amoen breathed even more relief and began to think about what he should do in the next time to pass this boring time. At this moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait, I suddenly felt that this thing was a little wrong..."

“What’s wrong?”

"...You should be very clear about my original authority and the power I still possess after leaving the throne," Amoen looked serious and looked at Naretiel's light-colored eyes. "So you should know that as long as you contact Patty a few times, I will sooner or later find out about her situation. Considering that my humanity now has dominated and there are risky factors in my own 'inclinations', you should..."

He paused halfway through the speech, and then continued after a brief pause: "There is not only Patty, but there is only one Patty, the guide I have been in contact with in so many days... Who is making arrangements?"

Narithir was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "Who knows..."

Amoen stared at the "upper narrator" and looked at it for a long time before asking again: "Is this a kind help or another test project behind this?"

Naritiel's tone was still calm: "There are both."

Amoen looked at the upper narrator who didn't seem to be intending to reveal more information, so he could only sigh helplessly: "...The last question, is this harmful to Patty?"

"We won't do any experimental projects that are harmful to the testers without being told - Patty knows nothing, she will only get a gift."

"Well, considering the problems the Theocratic Council is facing, this should be considered the most impeccable attitude." Amoen nodded and said in agreement.

This time, it was finally Naritiel's turn to show a little surprised expression. The young but also "retired" god who is currently in the re-hire stage looks at Amoen with some surprise: "Are you really not angry at all?"

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Amoen looked down at the white-haired girl in front of him, and suddenly laughed after a long time. The wrinkles on his face were more relaxed than before: "What am I angry about? I have experienced too many ups and downs. All of this is just a small thing for me, not to mention that it is a 'a very beneficial little thing'."

"It's best if you think so," Naretiel finally smiled slightly, and that official attitude dissipated. "But then again, even so, I can't lift the ban on you in advance - the observation team behind is still confirming the subsequent impact of 'that flower', and you must stay in this place before the process is over."

Amoen nodded thoughtfully, his eyes swept across the mist around him and the hills and endless plains that were looming in the depths of the mist, and said to himself: "The deep layer of the neural network has a higher divine protection strength... This is actually a 'isolation house', I understand what's going on. Don't worry, I will wait patiently. For me, 'patience' is the thing that I lack the least..."

The mist-covered space became quiet for a moment. After a few minutes, Amoen's voice suddenly broke the silence: "Or call Duvalter, let's play cards or something..."

Naritiel glanced at Amoen, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and shook his head: "Duvalt should be available now, but I don't want to play cards."

"But Gao Wen invented the card game that needs at least three people..." Amoen immediately frowned, "Ms. Enya is not here..."

Narithir just glanced here quietly and did not respond.

"You bring Milmina," Amoen finally couldn't help but say, "and Duvalte, 'people' are enough."

Naretiel immediately shook his head: "Administrators have rules for administrators. I cannot bring them here at will without breaking the rules. Mr. Amoen, don't think about this kind of thing..."

"She told me yesterday that there is a tree with data misalignment on the 'Triangle Square'. As long as she jumps and rushes over, she will pass through the 'narrative surface', which can be directly connected to the city's second-level encrypted communication layer, and can also be seen from it..."

Before he finished speaking, Naritiel's figure had disappeared into the mist space, leaving only the sound gradually dissipated and reached Amoen's ears: "Wait a minute, I'll catch her."

Amoen looked at the direction where Naritiel and the huge white spider in the fog disappeared together, and after a long time he shrugged and muttered to himself: "It's not my business."

...

In the lower reaches of Baishui River, in the east of Glen City, the towering stone castle still stands at the end of the mountain wall. In the room with the best lighting in the castle, a pleasant buzzing sound suddenly came from an immersive cabin placed against the wall. Then the hatch cover slid smoothly, revealing the seat inside, and Patty, who has gradually become a girlish posture in the past two years.

Feeling the stimulation of the sun, Patty's eyelids trembled a few times, and finally woke up completely from the "dive" state. She opened her eyes and looked left and right, and immediately followed her feelings and saw the familiar figure:
Chapter completed!