In the spacious living room, on an ordinary easy chair, the red-haired young man who was half-reclining and half-lying suddenly frowned, then raised the corners of his mouth with a mocking arc, and said in a scornful tone:
"What do you want from me?"
"Have you seen him?" Snow's backhand appeared out of thin air, he casually found a seat to sit down, and asked in a calm tone.
"Well, I'm just as naive as before. I acted it out a little, and I actually believed it! But it's better to be more naive, because such chess pieces are easier to control."
Medici moved back slightly to make himself look more like a sitting position, but Snow shook his head slightly and said in a slightly complicated manner:
"Not a chess piece, but a partner."
"Heh." Medici let out a noncommittal sigh and stopped continuing the topic. Instead, he said:
"When are you going to take action?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Snow raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and his expression didn't seem to be fake. Medici narrowed his eyes, then relaxed, and smiled as if he had seen through Snow's lies - —
"It doesn't matter to you, of course it doesn't matter to me either. It's not me who died anyway."
"Of course, after all, our plans are different, but if you can't even bring out the maximum performance of the chess pieces in your hands, then you, the master of turmoil and strife, will be so embarrassed." Snow spread his hands, his face full of tears. Not caring, Medici glanced at his chest, and finally did not taunt him, but just said dullly:
"I asked him to find Catalina."
"Who are you trying to bluff?" A smile appeared in the corner of Snow's eyes. The current Medici is different from the original. Although he still only has the strength of a demigod, but with the status of the King of Angels, he is far from the original. The three-in-one evil spirit can match it, not to mention that he still has two items made with sequence one evil spirit in his hand...
Although Snow didn't know what it was, he was sure that those two evil spirits must have been concocted by Medici. How would this extremely humane King of Angels treat the "other half" who had been with him day and night for thousands of years? ”.
"Don't tell me, you seem to know me very well." Medici pouted at his side and said dissatisfiedly, "Is there anything else? Just leave as soon as possible and don't attract any more strange things."
"Ha... I just want to tell you that MI9 has noticed you and paid me a big price to catch you..." Snow took out a pair of handcuffs with a joking expression, but Medici turned over. He rolled his eyes and said, "Watch me? If it weren't for the sake of the Lord, who do you think you are?"
"Oh ho, I can't pretend I didn't hear this!" Snow showed a slightly hair-raising smile on his face. He suddenly stretched out his hand and took out the It looked like a box made of polished rock.
"!!!" When Medici saw the box, he jumped up from his chair. His eyes were full of desire, but his expression was full of restraint.
"How come you have this thing in your hands?"
"A certain person gave me a certificate of nomination. You know, he is the best at this." Snow casually stuffed the box back into the space rift, but Medici showed a hint of disdain. After letting out a cold snort, he shook it vigorously. He shook his head and said:
"Don't take that thing out in front of me again, at least not until the Lord is resurrected!"
Medici almost yelled the last word, which made Snow confirm his current situation, casually took out a charm and threw it on the coffee table:
"You know how to use the upgraded versions of the three previous dolls."
"Get out!" Medici held the talisman with one hand, his expression unexpectedly ferocious. Snow knew that this guy didn't want to show his vulnerability in front of Zhenzao, so he left the room without saying anything.
But after he left, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Medici's mouth, and his original ferocious expression instantly calmed down. He stretched out his hand to bounce the charm high and said with a joking expression:
"Can I still let you find out my truth and falsehood?"
"So?" Suddenly, Snow's voice came out from the spell, and Medici's face suddenly froze, and then he realized that this was not an instant message, but... a message that had been recorded long ago.
"Shit!"
…
That night, Klein, who had just threatened Yegor Einhorn on the coastline, returned to Backlund. After meeting Medici, learning the news about Zaratul, and truly confirming the information about George III,
He temporarily entrusted the manor to Miss Justice. In the name of traveling far away for church missions, he took off the mask of Kid Robin again and began to focus on completing the role of the magician.
At this time, he was standing on the street of Backlund, looking at the depressed Backlund, in a daze.
As he murmured the word "war", some pictures seemed to appear in front of his eyes:
George III finally broke through the shackles and no longer worried that the Seven Gods would forcefully stop him. He would vigorously carry out the Black Emperor's rituals. As long as he could withstand the impact of the potion, he would be able to ascend to the throne of God by stepping on countless corpses.
Feysac's Einhorn family took advantage of such a war that spread all over the world, allowing key members to greatly digest the potion. They prepared the corresponding rituals without too much difficulty, and their overall strength reached a new level.
In the rolling tide of this era, Amon's brother took magic potion, transformed, and became a visionary, adding another true god to the world.
Even according to the metaphor in Mr. Devil's words, in addition to this, there may be a third high-ranking person who wants to take advantage of this war to go further.
As his thoughts drifted, a question suddenly popped into Klein's mind:
"Do you accept this ending?"
The pungent thick fog, light yellow with a hint of black iron, seemed to appear before our eyes again;
The poor people who fell down from disease, hunger, pain, and cold seemed to be right in front of them;
The fallen creatures like straw, the ruined families, the ordinary people who lost their friends, their parents, and their own lives, their faces kept flashing before our eyes;
The blood-stained earth, the sky filled with gunpowder smoke, the ruthless flames and explosions, scenes of distant and recent memories are constantly emerging, and are likely to be repeated again and again in the coming period.
And the mastermind behind all this, the biggest murderer, will step up to the masterpiece on the steps where corpses are piled up, accepting cheers and getting rid of aging.
Do you accept this development?
Do you accept this arrangement?
Do you accept this ending?
"No, I don't accept it!" As a deep voice fell, the corners of Klein's mouth raised slightly. In the torrent of time, Mr. Fool seemed to have made his choice.
Snow, who was standing in the shadow at some point, finally put the quill that had never fallen down on the paper and sighed softly:
"I shouldn't write your choice, but now, before traveling far, take a rest."
After the words fell, [Story written for someone] also left a line of text on the paper in beautiful cursive style——
"Amon's clone sent back the information about Zaratul, and the two sides got into a chase, with no time to take care of Backlund... And Klein, while playing the role of 'Hospital Ghost Story', met Melissa who was visiting her friend.
, in the eyes of my sister who could not refuse, I decided to go home and have a look..."
