Charlie looked at the cloth in her hand with a complicated expression.
"What did you see?" Shaw's eyes narrowed behind his lenses.
"That stinky piece of shit Barthel is finally dead." Charlie's delicate face wrinkled viciously.
Xiao Si pursed his lips and laughed dryly, "Is there anything else? Is there any... hint about the ending?"
Charlie stared at the strip of cloth for a few more seconds, then balled it up into a ball and stuffed it back into her lap.
"I can't see anything," Charlie looked at the top of the other tower. "It's already this time, but my prophet tree still doesn't respond. Alas... I've never seen anything like this before. This is the first time my little tree has gone on strike.
Ah, what about you, Xiao Xiaosi, what do those reading glasses of yours tell you?"
Xiaos adjusted his glasses awkwardly, "They have already met Fitz."
"I know this too, what about prediction?"
"No," Xiaos shook his head, "It's unpredictable."
"What's going on? Did our prophet tree elope?" Charlie pinched her waist, "Or... we are not allowed to predict what is going to happen next?"
Xiao Si's tone was solemn, "It's possible, but besides that, there is another possibility."
"What's possible?"
"The person who gave us the prophet's power took it back." Xiao Si raised his head and looked at the sky.
"You mean... Enuel?"
"Eniul, it's possible that he is gathering strength."
"Gather strength?" Charlie reacted, "Is it possible?..."
Xiaos nodded heavily.
The two were silent for a few seconds.
"I want to go up." Xiaos said and took steps.
Charlie quickly followed over, "Hey, wait for me, I'll go too."
"Are you sure?" Xiaos turned his head and said, "When you go up this time, you are really standing on the opposite side of Fitz."
"Xiao Si is talking nonsense again," Charlie rolled her eyes at him, stretched out her right hand to reach for her lower back, "I think back when your parents died tragically, tsk, tsk, tsk... I'm not poking at your sore spots.
, I promised your father and the witches to protect you two, Xiao Wu... Why are you frowning? Why do I, the elder, call you by your nickname?... Xiao Wu, don't look at me.
This appearance, but I also know in my heart that no matter what happens, the Queen will never come back. Instead of letting this ignorant Fitz continue to harm the royal city, it is better to take the royal power back into the hands of the witch."
After Charlie finished speaking, she raised her arm and pulled out a large bloody knife from her waist. The length of the knife almost caught up with her height, and the width of the knife was nearly half a meter. Her petite white palms tightly grasped the black oil cloth.
The wrapped handle of the knife and the shadow reflected on the blade reminded her of the past of fighting on the battlefield many years ago.
"What if... we lose?"
"I've already thought about it," Charlie suppressed a smile, "Wenbro and Barthel are both dead. Next to Fitz, there is only Mr. Xie who only cares about the people of the royal city. What we have done is
After years of security work, the hearts of the people of the royal city have long belonged to us. If Fitz insists on executing us, he will lose the three remaining captains and the loyalty of all the people at the same time. Although Fitz is hypocritical, he is not stupid.
, he won’t do that.”
After listening to Xia Li's words, Xiao Si's brows finally relaxed a little.
He is worthy of being the God of War in the royal city. As expected, his usual idiot appearance is all disguised.
Charlie's eyes were stern, she paused for a few seconds, and then looked at Xiao Si sideways, "Why are you looking at me like that... Are you saying something in your heart that you shouldn't say? You little Xiao Si..."
Xiao Si waved his hand and walked straight to the entrance of the tower.
Xia Li picked up the sword nimbly and followed after a few steps.
***
Mother?
Xiaolan looked at the photo frame upside down in front of her.
Is this a picture of his mother?
As if by mistake, Xiaolan knelt down, picked up the photo frame, and opened it.
Stunned.
"This..." The fool beside him looked at the photo frame and then at Xiaolan, "This is..."
The photo shows a beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous dress. The woman has kind eyes and her face is looking tenderly at the little boy at her hand who is opening his mouth and laughing.
A woman's face and facial features.
Exactly the same as Xiaolan.
Xiaolan blinked.
No, to be precise, the photo should be what Xiaolan will look like when she grows up.
"Mother!" Fitz still stretched out his arms and shouted miserably.
Xiaolan understood.
He's not calling this picture.
He is calling himself.
Xiaolan calmed down.
If the person in the photo is similar to you or younger than you, it may put you in confusion. Since this is Wang Shen's mother who passed away many years ago, then she is definitely not you, and maybe she is a little bit like you.
relationship, but they are definitely not the same person.
Xiaolan instantly understood that the person the flower demon Kana was talking about and the person she saw in the memories of Hisoka and the monster in the water should be Fitz's mother.
This is the reason why Wang Shen committed thousands of murders.
Also... the reason why pineapples die.
Xiaolan sneered, turned the photo frame over, and faced Fitz, "Kill me and you can get your mother back. Who told you this? Is it Basil, the God of Death?"
The story has gradually become clearer.
The fallen god Basil pointed out a way for little Fitz to save his mother after he lost his mother - to kill countless innocent girls, kill evil and break the path, and become a living god.
The sad Fitz believed the words of the gods.
But he didn't know that this was just a scam by Basel.
Fitz's arms raised in the air suddenly paused, and then slowly retracted.
"You are not," Fitz's voice was no longer childlike, but mature, even with a hint of age, "You are Liao Yilan."
"I am Liao Yilan."
Be the last person you want to kill.
"It's okay, it's okay..." Fitz seemed to be comforting himself, "Soon... mother will be back soon."
"She can't come back," the Taoist Master said in a low voice, "Baser has been lying to you. No matter how many evildoers he kills, he can't break the law of heaven. He just kills for his own interest."
The fool answered, "Besides, Basil is already dead. Even if he becomes a god, he can't save the dead. Dead is dead. No matter what... he can't come back as he is."
Fitz chuckled.
"Basel will indeed die," Fitz said in a strange tone. "If he doesn't die, how can I become a god? He said early on that on the day of the Mother's Sacrifice, he will die, and I will be the King's City.
The new god."
"He is dead, have you become a new god?" Baomu became sharp with anger and sadness.
Fitz was silent.
He may not know what the sign of becoming a god is.
But soon, Fitz let out his cold laughter again, and his body squirmed slightly.
Although she couldn't see his face under the hood, Xiaolan could feel his cold gaze falling on her.