Quadruple split.

Chapter 697
"Although I haven't fully grasped your purpose until now."

Ji Xiaodao walked up to Mo, seeming to want to help the latter tidy up his collar, but she still stood there motionless after all, her eyebrows slightly frowned and she turned away: "But I know you must have many kinds of clothes." way to achieve it.”

Mo picked up a pair of black gloves by the table, and calmly looked at the girl in front of him who seemed unwilling to meet his eyes: "So?"

"so."

Ji Xiaodao did not expect that the other party would ask such a question. She was taken aback for a moment, then stared at Mo and asked, "So why did you choose to let Arthur Bohe die? I can see that , you admire him very much."

"I really admire him. In most cases, Arthur is more useful than you."

Mo nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc, and he said lightly, "But it doesn't conflict with my choice to let him die."

Ji Xiaodao bit his lips lightly: "You have admitted that you have other ways?"

"But only his death can push the situation to the point I expected as soon as possible."

While putting on gloves for himself, Mo said casually: "Arthur Bohe is different from you, he has never been a dispensable person, and at this stage, his death is in my interest. "

Ji Xiaodao snorted lightly: "I thought you didn't care about profit."

"Who knows."

Mo lightly tugged at the glove on his right hand, and walked past the girl indifferently: "Let's go, the question time is over."

Ji Xiaodao sighed silently, followed the not-so-tall figure and left the study room, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes.

She knew from the very beginning that this man would never change his mind because of her questioning, but she still tried her best to fight for it, and the result... was not unexpected at all.

Ji Xiaodao’s reason for wanting Arthur Bohe to survive is not complicated. Although she doesn’t have any superfluous affection for the crown prince, as she said just now, she can feel that Mo appreciates Arthur. This appreciation is far from the "friendship" shown by the latter, but it is still far beyond the levels of Garros, Gallahat, Li Fu and others.

She really hoped that Arthur Boyle would be that guy's friend someday if she could.

But this is just one-sided wishful thinking.

Ji Xiaodao, who rarely showed his mood on his face, sighed deeply, took two quick steps with his long skirt in hand, walked side by side with Mo, and gently held his arm.

Game timeAM11:58
The Chauvin Empire, the capital of Troon in the suburbs
Beside the luxurious convoy, Arthur Bohe, who was about to leave for the Griffin Dynasty, was chatting with Cedric. The next second, he turned his head to look at the north gate of Troon not far away, and suddenly Laughed: "Haha, that guy is here."

Tens of meters away, a carriage with a black heraldry shield is rapidly approaching. It was a gift from Arthur to Lord Sinner last month. Although it looks quite simple in appearance, the cost is as high as four The chauvin empire aristocratic carriage that counted gold coins, and the two black dragon horses that were in charge of pulling the cart and bought from the Kasello grassland were worth at least two thousand gold coins, which shows how generous this son of the merchant king is.

"Then I will take my leave, Your Highness."

Cedric grinned at Arthur, shrugged and said, "If it wasn't for the embarrassment of you waiting here alone, I just left with Father and the others."

Arthur patted him on the shoulder hard, nodded and said with a smile, "We'll have a drink together when I come back."

"Won't you call me for drinking?"

A soft chuckle came from not far away, and when the two turned their heads, they saw that Mo and Ji Xiaodao had already stepped out of the carriage parked more than ten meters away, and were walking towards this side with smiles.

Cedric immediately bowed exaggeratedly: "I have seen Mrs. and Mrs. Sin."

"Exemption."

Ji Xiaodao first said something lightly, then hid behind Mo playfully and laughed.

"Don't run on me"

Mo punched Cedric with an unkind expression, and said helplessly, "The future Lord Diggory."

Cedric spread his hands, blinked and said, "It's okay, it's okay, maybe you will already be the Grand Duke when I inherit the title?"

"Then I promise to give Seide a great duke."

Arthur happily punched Cedric, and promised half-truth, "Of course, after the emperor throws the pick to me."

The latter immediately raised his hand to surrender, and said with a wry smile: "I am now a false count and I am scolded by my father every day. I can't compare to you two, so I bid farewell!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and ran in the direction of Troon, and even blessed himself with two auxiliary magics to increase his movement speed in the process.

"Well, then I'll be more acquainted, let's go far away and leave a two-person world for you."

Ji Xiaodao glanced at Cedric's back, then raised his eyebrows at Mo and Arthur, and walked half a step back.

Ink/Arthur: "."

After a while, Mo broke the silence with a light cough, and asked, "Your Majesty, have they gone back?"

"Well, there are also Lord Digory, Lord Miranda, Earl Moody and Grand Duke Forsyth. I let them go first."

Arthur nodded, smacked his lips and sighed: "A group of people surrounded me to see me off one by one, that's creepy."

Mo Wan'er smiled: "It means that His Highness is loved by everyone."

"I told you to come over later, not to listen to flattery."

Arthur rolled his eyes, and didn't care about Ji Xiaodao, who had no taboo. After a long silence, he said softly: "What should be said, in fact, Griffin already said that day when I decided to go as an envoy, but...huh , I mean, if I don't come back after leaving this time, I hope the empire won't lose control because of it."

Mo frowned: "Your Highness."

"It is not impossible, my friend."

Arthur raised his hand to interrupt Mo, and said in a deep voice: "Although the chance is very small, Griffin is not a chauvin after all. I went there rashly before the smell of gunpowder dissipated. There is no danger at all, isn't it?" possible."

Mo nodded silently.

"I've always had a subtle, unwarranted hunch, to be honest."

Arthur stroked the long sword hanging by his waist, and turned his head to look north: "It seems that something very bad is waiting for me ahead, I don't know whether it is nervousness or a harbinger of crisis, but I feel It is necessary to make some explanations in advance.”

Mo looked at the solemn Arthur with some surprise: "For me?"

"Not really, but I can't tell Father directly before leaving."

Arthur smiled, shook his head and said: "Although our majesty is the greatest king in the history of this country, he is still an ordinary person. At least in front of me, he is no different from an ordinary father most of the time. Because of this, he may not be able to make the most rational judgment when it comes to some things about me, so."

He took out an ordinary envelope from his pocket and handed it to Mo.

"If I come back safely, destroy this letter."

Arthur blinked at the sinner in front of him, and then said in a deep voice, "But if I don't come back, you can find a time to give it to our majesty."

Mo was silent for a few seconds, and finally took the envelope under Arthur's firm eyes.

"It doesn't matter if you want to see what's inside in advance."

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "But you must wait until I leave, otherwise it will be too embarrassing."

Mo didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Treasure, Your Highness."

"Haha, I really wish I could bring Gewell back."

Arthur grinned, and sighed pretendingly: "Otherwise, seeing you and your younger siblings paired up every time would really make people feel unbalanced."

Ji Xiaodao glanced at Arthur: "Are you jealous of me?"

"I'm jealous of you"

Arthur was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted abruptly, staring at Ji Xiaodao with a stomach ache: "What are you talking about, brother and sister!!"

The latter smiled without saying a word.

"Don't pay attention to her, these girls like to think about some nasty things now."

Mo sighed, then stretched out his right hand: "Best journey, Arthur."

"You still need to say it?"

Arthur patted Mo's hand hard, turned around and boarded the carriage, opened the curtain and said with a smile, "Wait for my good news."

five minutes later
A black fire flashed, and the envelope in Mo's hand was instantly wiped out.

"You go back first."

He glanced at Ji Xiaodao with a complicated expression, his figure gradually cracked like a mirror, and Gu Jing said calmly, "I'll go to Gallows."

Then it disappeared in front of the girl without a sound.

"It doesn't matter whether it's the world that is full of malice towards you, or you who are full of malice towards this world."

The girl looked down at the embers of black flames rolling on the ground, and murmured in a low voice: "It's really annoying."

Game timeAM12:21
The Chauvin Empire, the capital of Troon, the mansion of the Duke of Gallows, the underground workshop
Accompanied by a low buzzing sound, 'it' slowly opened its 'eyes' and struggled to stand up.

Fragmented memories floated in his mind, his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, the surrounding environment was unpleasant, and there seemed to be some harsh voice echoing in his ears, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
"This is where?"

An unfamiliar voice came from the side of his neck, the content was the question he wanted to ask, but the tone did not fluctuate at all.

"who am I?"

Tried to bend the stiff and dry neck, tried to raise the arms that were also covered with rust, and a pair of hands full of metal texture appeared in the field of vision.

Do not!It's not a metal texture, but a pair of hands made entirely of some unknown metal! !
[Is this my body? 】

The emotion named fear stripped out from the consciousness, and gradually swept the whole body of 'it'.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this 'body', which doesn't feel a little familiar at all, seems to be smoother, and the headache-splitting voice in my ear has gradually become less and less noticeable.

An indescribable power seems to be sprouting in his body, not in his soul, with chilling malice.

Irresistible, like a tsunami of malice that can swallow everything!

Bang! !

The rickety body lost its balance, 'it' fell to the ground suddenly, the two 'eyes' that were crazily turning in the eye sockets were filled with black mist, and the humble body couldn't help shaking, its consciousness seemed to be able to destroy the world there. Swaying in the tide of destroying the earth, like a flat boat in a storm, it may be torn to pieces by everything around it at any time.

"No. 002 can't hold on anymore!"

An old voice sounded from a short distance away, with a hint of tension in his tone: "We should turn it off immediately, this level of load can already crush this soul!!"

What is this person talking about?
Should 'it' be turned off? Who is 'it'?

Where does the load come from?Whose soul is going to be crushed?

Why was the owner of that voice not involved in the 'storm' at such a short distance?

Why wasn't he swallowed by that endless malice?

why?
Where exactly is this?

Who am I? ? ?
Questions flashed through my mind one after another, but the consciousness of 'it' became weaker and weaker.

"He can hold on."

Another somewhat familiar voice sounded, 'it' found that the frenzied malice in its consciousness had gradually calmed down, but
[I am still irreversibly 'dissipating', according to the current frequency, there are still ten seconds at most, everything about me will be completely erased, not even a wisp of echo will remain, um, so my name Is it 002?What a disgustingly simple name. 】

Subconsciously, he analyzed the current situation with a calmness that shocked even himself, and even thought about his own name.

"Absolutely can't hold on! If this continues, at most ten seconds, his consciousness will collapse together with the black box, and it will be irreversible!"

The old man's anxious voice sounded again.

002 listened with great interest. He didn't think it was a big deal. Compared with venting the almost overflowing malice in his heart, soul collapse may sound a bit difficult to understand, but 'it' But I always feel that this is not a bad thing.

After all, whether it is soul or life, it is not something that needs to be cherished.

[Although it feels much better, if it just 'crashes' or something, maybe it's not bad. 】

For some reason, amidst a feeling of emptiness and powerlessness, 'it' suddenly had such an idea.

then
"That's because he who should have died, even though he got a second life and a small gift from me, he forgot a lot of things, so just a little reminder, for example"

As the familiar voice got closer, the crazy malice in 'it' consciousness finally broke out completely, and it took less than a second to completely swallow the last ray of clarity.

What follows, however, is not destruction but rebirth.

Just because of a careless reminder
"Long time no see, Mr. Luther King."

Chapter six hundred and ninetieth: the end
(End of this chapter)