The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

This is a question, representing Bernadette's uneasy heart.

She was so afraid that everything she was experiencing now was just an illusion and would vanish in the blink of an eye.

“I…” His dignity suddenly disappeared, and Roselle was also speechless.

Because he was a little confused about the current situation.

I was ecstatic, but also afraid that this was just a boring trick played by the foreign gods to corrupt my mind.

Both father and daughter had their own concerns.

For a moment, we couldn't be honest with each other.

Jon blinked.

No, this shouldn't be the plot.

You guys are crying with snot and tears.

After a moment's silence, he said, "Your Majesty Roselle Gustav, on behalf of the "Fool Who Does Not Belong to This Era", I extend my sincere greetings to you."

Hearing this, Roselle in the mausoleum's pupils shrank.

Fool?

He had read the entire blasphemous slate and understood what The Fool represented.

That is the true God of the 'Fortune Teller' path.

But who became the "fool"?

Zarathu?

still is……

Jon rolled his eyes and said lightly, "By the way, He also asked me to tell you something."

As he spoke, he cleared his throat and said word by word in a language Bernadette had never heard before: "The moon shines brightly in front of the bed."

Ok?

The moon is bright in front of the bed!

Russell, no, it should be said that Huang Tao was very excited.

He answered in the most excited tone of his life: "It may be frost on the ground!"

Oh my goodness, after all this time, Sequence 0 of the 'Fortune Teller' pathway is a fellow countryman of our Lao Huang!

The warmth of meeting an old friend in a foreign land even made Russell temporarily forget the loneliness and suffering of being trapped in the mausoleum.

He was very sure that, except for his compatriots who came from Source Castle like him, no one could know the true meaning of these two lines of poetry.

Bernadette kept those words in mind without making any noise.

At this moment, Russell, who had let go of his worries a little, took the initiative to ask: "How have you been these years?"

Bernadette forced a smile, "Not bad."

"Is that so?" Russell's tone was somewhat complicated, "It's okay as long as it's okay."

Ok?

That's it.

No more?

You two father and daughter really have nothing else to talk about, right?

Jon twitched his lips in disappointment.

Bernadette asked the question in her heart, "Father, have you really become the 'Black Emperor'?"

There was silence for dozens of seconds, then Roselle said faintly: "Because you can use the 'Black Emperor' card to find me, Bernadette, I guess you already know something.

Yes, I became the Black Emperor. "

"Then why did you..." Bernadette asked hurriedly.

But this time, Russell didn't answer him.

It’s not that I don’t want to, but that I can’t.

Because knowledge is poisonous.

He couldn't let his precious daughter be polluted.

"You are too weak to know the truth."

Jon tried to smooth things over and took over the conversation, "Your Majesty Roselle, here is bad news. The new "Black Emperor" is about to be born.

I think you can understand what this means.”

Roselle: !!!

The Black Emperor, the twister of order, the undead king.

But the premise of all this is that there is no second "Black Emperor".

If a new "Black Emperor" is born, Roselle himself will die completely and can never be resurrected.

"Who is it? Forget it, anyone is fine. In short, I know." Russell's tone was slightly low.

For him, it would be better not to know the news.

Sudden death is sometimes a kind of happiness...

In the ninth secret tomb, Roselle sat on the throne and clenched his fists secretly.

Bad luck.

The pollution on the moon was more difficult to clean than he had imagined.

Even if one successfully ascends to the throne of God, this pollution will still be like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

To be honest, he is also unlucky.

The first half of his life went smoothly, just like the male protagonist in a cool novel, with everything from fame, strength, wealth, and beauty.

But in the second half of life, everything changed.

First, the Steam Church forcibly erased his children's humanity, turning them into emotionless angels.

The road ahead is blocked and there is no room for advancement.

After finally switching to an adjacent path and becoming the 'Knowledge Emperor', he discovered that the uniqueness of the 'Hermit' had come back to life.

At this time, he had already been to the moon under Mr. Men's mumbling and was polluted by the evil god. If he did not find a way to get rid of it, his complete self would soon be wiped out.

There was no other way. Roselle, who felt that he could not defeat the 'Hidden Sage', had to resort to autocracy in his later years, holding high the banner of restoration and brazenly jumping in the name of emperor.

The good news is, he succeeded.

The bad news is, it only succeeded a little.

The 'return' of the 'Black Emperor' still cannot escape the pollution.

There was no other way. Roselle could only exploit a bug and keep himself in the state of resurrection, sealing himself in the tomb and hoping for a turnaround.

Now, instead of a turn for the better, the sign of death has come first.

Those gods...

Oh, those guys who have lost their humanity.

He should be happy to witness the birth of a new "Black Emperor".

Thinking of this, Roselle said, "Bernadette, don't worry about me. Go and pursue the life you want."

As he spoke, his tone sounded somewhat guilty, "I'm sorry...I'm not a good father."

One word pierced the heart of my grandmother.

Bernadette burst into tears immediately.

How could she not know that her father deliberately didn't let her get involved in this mess because he was worried that she would do something stupid.

but.

Knowing that it is impossible to do something but still doing it, this is what Roselle Gustav's daughter should do!

Bernadette's expression gradually became firm, as if she had made up her mind. "I know what to do."

Roselle was anxious, "Bernadette, the game between gods is not something you can participate in!"

Before he could finish his words, Jon added, "It doesn't matter. Mr. Fool will take action."

Huang's father and daughter: ...

Yes.

How could I forget about this?

The current "Fool" is my little brother/sister, Brother Tao.

Russell was shocked.

In order to pave the way for those who came after him, he recorded many secrets of the world in Chinese in his diary.

Now it seems that it was all worth it.

Look, little brother/sister, you are returning the favor.

As for whether The Fool would have any plans for him, Roselle was not worried.

First of all, 'fortune teller' and 'lawyer' are not adjacent.

Secondly, Chinese people should not deceive Chinese people. How can those blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners understand the friendship between flower growers?

"So, what does 'Fool' mean?" Russell asked calmly.

Jon said truthfully: "He said that he doesn't want to see the birth of new gods."

Sure enough!

Russell felt warm in his heart.

Having seen too much deception and betrayal in this world, he understood the meaning behind this sentence too well.

Brother/sister, you are willing to offend other gods to save Old Huang’s life!

Silently digesting the news, Roselle gradually regained his dignity as an emperor and said in a deep voice, "So, what are you going to do?"

It is impossible to stop a Sequence 1 from becoming a god just by relying on one's silly daughter.

The burden still falls on the shoulders of The Fool and his forces.

Jon kept it a secret, "I'm sorry I can't say that directly.

Anyway, what I can say is that not only Mr. Fool, but some other gods also mean the same thing."

Ok?

This statement contains a lot of information.

Roselle asked himself if he had any interactions with other gods.

Even if there are, most of them end up making enemies.

Then, the only answer is that his younger brother/sister is so charming that he won those gods over to his side.

Wow, this is incredible.

Russell sighed inwardly.

As expected, the Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, each generation is better than the previous one, the protagonist of the cool novel takes turns, and next year it will be someone else's turn...

"Time flies. Am I already a remnant of the times?" Roselle sighed and spoke in a rather vicissitudes of life voice.

After hearing this, Jon couldn't help but curl his lips.

Wow, he’s still COSing Whitebeard here.

You are really bullying outsiders who don't understand your jokes.

Oh, don't be impatient.

I, Qiao, will compile a book called "The Three Thousand Unknown Secrets of Emperor Roselle" to help you maintain your humanity with a sense of shame and avoid losing control!