"What do you want from me?"

Full of doubts, Toure followed Mavey to the balcony. On the street outside, there were still nobles on the Royal Navy's arrest list.

"If you have anything to say, just say it quickly. There are still a lot of things to do!"

"Are you hiding something from me?" Ma Wei asked.

Tu Lei was stunned for a moment, then immediately denied: "I have nothing to hide from you. Even if I hide it from you, it is a personal matter. I can't even tell you about my private life!"

"You and Grace have been married for five years."

"Grace? Why did you mention her?"

"In five years... you don't even have a child." Ma Wei turned around and said, "Ture, can you do it?"

"I thought you were going to say something..."

Toure grinned: "There is no problem with my relationship with Grace! I don't want to be childless, but she just can't get pregnant! Now is not the time to worry about this, let's talk about it after we finish our work!"

He turned and walked towards the house, but the sound of gunshots rang out behind him stopped Toure in his tracks.

He lowered his head and looked at the wet clothes on his abdomen and the blood that was constantly pouring out. He turned back and asked doubtfully: "You...why?"

Before the smoke from the gun had dissipated, Ma Wei put away the revolver and said calmly: "Don't worry, I've avoided the vital point."

Hearing the gunfire, the soldiers waiting outside were about to rush in, but Ma Wei shouted back, leaving only Yunia beside him.

Seeing the blood change from surging to scarce, and the wounds turning from horrific to healed, Ma Wei's eyes darkened: "Do you really have nothing to tell me, Tu Lei?"

When the words came to his lips, Toure suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, and smiled to himself: "How did you find out?"

"The ancient god forces said that they want to take away a soul that should have died long ago. I guess it is you." Ma Wei looked serious: "In the Battle of Perea, the bullet hit your left chest, which is where the heart is.

He should not have survived."

Looking at the calm night sky, Tu Lei took a deep breath and exhaled it for a long time, as if all the troubles he had accumulated over the years were vented, and he suddenly felt more relaxed.

He pulled open his clothes, revealing his broad chest. The scar of the bullet on the left chest was clearly visible. It hit the heart squarely.

"You are right, that stray bullet hit my heart. I fell into the water. I didn't even have the strength to struggle. I only felt cold, biting cold."

Toure lowered his head and stroked the location of the bullet hole: "Just when my consciousness was about to disappear, the demons found me. I begged them to save me... You don't have the backbone of a soldier at all.

do you know?"

"I'm afraid of death. I'm very scared. I'm not as great as you think. I only had one idea in my mind at that time: live on!"

"Mawei, I am different from you. Sometimes I will be jealous of you, because no matter what you do, you will do whatever it takes. Even if you have to sacrifice your life, you will not hesitate. This is courage. You must sacrifice everything to achieve your goal.

Courage!”

Tu Lei shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Being my guard is an underachievement of yours. I have known for a long time that your stage is not with me. You are not a green leaf, and I am not a red flower."

Ma Wei didn't answer and looked at Toure quietly.

Touré spoke very well, as if he had said nothing and yet as if he had said everything.

But he avoided the crucial point.

Touré said that he made a deal with the devil because he was afraid of death, so the devil should not take away his soul. This is a direct cause and effect.

Since the devil wants to take away his soul, it means that the wish he made is not to live, but to something else.

So Ma Wei didn't believe it.

He didn't believe a word Touré said.

Because from just now to now, Toure has not shown any desire to survive.

He is begging to die.

"You don't want me to save you." Ma Wei said suddenly.

"This is your misunderstanding."

"No, you said you were afraid of death, but you are begging for death. You have never been good at lying. Toure, your lies are so lame and disgusting."

"..."

"Why don't you want me to save you? Do you really want to die? If you want to be free, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"I am a walking corpse now." Toure said with a sad smile: "My soul no longer belongs to me. As a price, they have taken away half of my soul, and the contract has been made. Do you know the price of breaking the contract?

?”

"Know."

Demons have an inexplicable obsession with contracts, which may be related to the power of the ancient god of the contract. In short, they will definitely abide by the contract.

If the contract cannot be fulfilled, the devil who made the contract will be punished. This punishment is extremely serious, far more terrible than death.

You can escape, but the contract will be enforced sooner or later.

But there are no exceptions.

As far as Ma Wei knows, once a contract is established, both parties must agree to cancel it, and it is impossible for the devil to cancel the contract unless...

Exchange it for something more important.

Toure has paid the price with his own soul, what else can he offer?

He has no value, and Ma Wei has to pay the price.

After experiencing so many things, how could Toure not know that he was just a pawn and that the devil's real target was actually Ma Wei?

If Ma Wei ran to make a deal with the devil for him, he would have fallen into the devil's trap.

At No. 9 Downing Street, the devil quietly reminded him, wasn't he just digging a hole for Ma Wei?

As an imperial soldier, Touré could not let the Archpope pay a high price for himself.

As a friend, Toure is even less likely to allow Ma Wei to make a deal with the devil.

"My life should have been left in the Perea Strait and slept under the sea." Toure said: "Don't think that saving me is for my own good. Sometimes death is a kind of relief."

"Normal death may be a relief, but selling your soul to the devil is definitely not."

Ma Wei shook his head: "I will handle this matter, and I will send Edward to protect you in the near future."

"I do not need...."

"Don't be so selfish!!!"

Ma Wei suddenly broke out and roared at Toure: "Can death take away everything? Yes, you are no longer in pain and have no worries, but what about the living people? The pain you gave up will

Transfer it to them! Death is a kind of relief, but living requires courage! Especially living with pain!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In Tu Lei’s dumbfounded eyes, Ma Wei gritted his teeth and said: "Those who want you to live, you should not let them down, and those who do not want you to live, let alone let them down.

They succeeded! Do you understand or not?"

"Why bother..." Tu Lei smiled bitterly: "Do you think it is necessary?"

"If I didn't think it was necessary, I wouldn't advise you, Yunia, let's go."

"Um!"

Taking Junia with him, Mavey returned to the palace and learned that Arthur had gone to the old king's palace, so he hurried over.

In the dimly lit room, there was no trace of the queen. Only the pale, old and withered King Rhodes IV lay sickly on the bed, panting hard. Every time he breathed, he made a buzzing like a broken bellows.

Like a mummy.

Arthur stood in front of the window, holding a candle and looking at him coldly.

The flame burned the core of the candle and melted the hot wax. When it was tilted slightly, a drop of wax fell on the forehead of Rhodes IV. The hotness prompted him to open his eyelids, but only a white mist remained in his eye sockets.

"Who...who..."

Rhodes IV was blind. In the last moments of his life, he could only see a little bit of light, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a white cloth.

"Arthur...Arthur...is that you..."

Old and skinny fingers grasped the hem of Arthur's clothes. Rhodes IV tried with all his strength to sit up, but he could only sit up halfway. After several attempts, he was completely exhausted.

Arthur watched with cold eyes, showing no intention of helping.

"It's really you..."

Rhodes IV guessed the identity of the visitor and smiled: "My son...my most...proud son...Arthur..."

"Don't call me by my name. My mother gave it to me. You don't deserve it." Arthur finally spoke.

"Yeah...I don't deserve it...after all...I sent someone to kill her..."

Veins popped out, Arthur clenched his fists fiercely, and his breathing became heavy: "Really...is it you? Why! Why! She is your favorite woman! Why did you kill her!!!"

"Because she deserves to die!"

Rhodes IV suddenly stood up like a zombie, his two gray eyes bulged, he stretched his neck as hard as he could, and his skull-like face was full of ferocity: "She has an affair with another man, shouldn't she die?!"

"Is that the Marquess of Swansea?"

"it's him..."
To be continued...