Wrong, my skills refresh every week

No, who am I, where am I, what am I going to do?

Have I entered an enemy stronghold?

"I heard that Miss Fels is still working on the Philosopher's Stone. I wonder how the progress is?" Charles interrupted.

"It's somewhat effective, only slightly better than those treasured by the Sorcerous Kingdom..." He fell silent halfway through his words.

That's why I told the truth.

Oh no, the pressure from the two tyrants is too strong. Have I gone insane?

Fels touched the cold sweat on his forehead, even though bones don't sweat.

"Are you surprised, Ferssan? The current situation is not difficult to understand. The unexpected visitor, Miss Jester, has returned to her hometown. I will contact you now." Charles smiled and casually put away the message of favor from Chardo on the table.

Fels looked in the direction of Charles' movements and happened to see the eye-catching level 8!

"Cough cough cough cough——" A huge cough came from under the black cloak.

Uranus..., I, who am immortal, will also meet my end today. I'm sorry..., goodbye! Orario, I hope you can survive the future.

"Are you still confused?" After waiting for a moment, Charles pushed out the teacup and tried to speak: "Then let's get straight to the point. I want to reach a cooperation with you."

"No. You...no, what do you want, sir?" Firth curled up his body, holding the teacup, not knowing whether he should drink it or not.

I am a skeleton.

The magician was as mysterious as ever, and in front of these people, he seemed to not exist.

At this moment, she looked weak, pitiful and helpless. If she still had a physical body, she would probably shrink into the corner, hold her head and squat in the room.

Ciel said calmly: "In short, we hope that Lord Fels can develop the Philosopher's Stone and try to cure Alfia's disease."

After a moment of silence, Fels's low voice rang out:

"I'm sorry... I can't do that."

Chapter 162: Fels, I’ll give you good health.

"…I'm sorry, I can't do that." Fels lowered his head:

"It's not that I don't want to. After Miss Silence defeated Leviathan, Uranus asked me this question. However, my research has only yielded some results, not a complete one, and cannot cure Silence's illness."

Alfia said indifferently, "No need to apologize."

Ciel frowned and said, "It's okay. We can try slowly. We can wait. If it doesn't work, we can turn Alfia into an undead like you."

This was a last resort, Ciel only wanted to extend Silence's life as long as possible, as long as he was given enough time, there would always be a way to draw a solution to Alfia's physical problem.

If it doesn't work, after you die, copy Fels's resurrection magic and use your super high luck to make it work!

Alfia's eyes lit up: "Can you do it?"

If she could transform into an undead being, then without flesh, blood, and nerves, the side effects of [The Price of Talent] would no longer affect Alfia, and she would be able to fully exert her current strength, and her ability values ​​would be stuck and would no longer decrease.

If this broken body can conquer the black dragon a second time, since Chardo has been upgraded, there is still a chance.

Fels was silent...

Transforming Alfia into an undead was something she could do. After all, it was an experiment that had already been accomplished once, and she had experienced it herself, so she could be said to be very experienced.

but……

"I want to know where you two stand." Fels calmed down.

Recalling the intelligence she had gathered before, she could not understand which camp everyone here belonged to. They had clearly helped the dark faction attack the city before, and then they had close contact with Jester. This back-and-forth operation made the sage unable to see the situation clearly.

Chardo took a sip and said, "The ultimate goal of everything we do is just to save the world."

"The end?" Fels murmured.

Chardo sighed, "The current Orario is too disappointing. If we maintain the status quo, there is no chance of facing the end. We originally signed a contract with Erebus, hoping to become the stepping stone of the new era. Just like our companions back then."

He smiled and looked at Ciel: "But it's different now. As you can see, my poison has been purified. It's all thanks to this little devil."

After a brief communication, Fels separated the countless pieces of information in his mind. Due to Belle's disappearance, the reasons and excuses previously attributed to Belle were converged on the world line.

Fels quickly came to a conclusion.

She remained silent in her black cloak, then slowly turned her head and looked at Charles: "You... the person who sneaked into my warehouse before was not Jester, but you, Mr. Supporter. No... it should be you who wanted the magic book."

"So, you are actually Jester? No, that's not right. Jester is... who?" Fels said, and fell silent again. The confusion of memory made her unable to sort out the reality.

"You are very perceptive, Miss Sage." Charles smiled.

"How did you do it... Although the appearance of Jester in my memory has disappeared, he is not a person like you." Fels was puzzled.

"You can treat me as an "abnormal situation" as well. But I'm not as gentle as Jester. I will be more unscrupulous."

"So Mary... and that new heretic, were all baits you deliberately set out to lure me into your trap?" Firth quickly analyzed the situation and, based on Charles' actions, guessed his character:

"If I don't agree to your request, will I be unable to leave here alive?"

Ciel narrowed his eyes. "No, I will let Chardo tear down the Tower of Babel. For an old man who has lived for 800 years, life is already insignificant. Threats are more effective here."

Fels was silent: "Why?"

Ciel spread his hands and said, "Saving the world is not my responsibility alone. If the important chess pieces don't cooperate, then we're all done for."

Ciel smiled and said, "Look, since everyone will die at the hands of the black dragon in eight years anyway, why not reincarnate now? That way, those who are still alive can get used to future disasters sooner, and maybe more people will survive."

Firth suddenly.

Ciel was right. After learning that the future was hopeless, Ciel's approach was wrong, but it was not absolutely wrong. If the Tower of Babel had fallen now, the kingdom would not have been caught off guard after having had seven years to get used to monster attacks before the "End" ravaged the earth.

But for people today, it is too cruel.

Charles is more rational than Belle.

Fels said calmly: "What if I agree to join you?"

Ciel said calmly: "Then this coming devastation will be a show to ignite the hero seed of Orario. However, many people will still die... After all, we are not joking."

"You should know that if you want to make the "heroes" grow, you have to be serious."

Fels hesitated and said, "Can't war be avoided?"

Ciel shrugged. "Even if we don't do anything, those guys from the dark faction will still take away countless lives. This is a game of raising poison among the gods. And our existence is just to choose who will die."

Ciel sneered, "I know this is unfair and unjust. But are you sure I'm wrong? Heroes don't just appear when you wait for them. The disasters in this world require everyone to work hard."

Ciel held out his hand. "I never put my hope in others, so I'm trying to win you over, Ms. Fels. Be my companion and do your part for this world."

Fels still hesitated.

"If we have [Gluttony] and [Silence], as long as we wait for time to accumulate, Finn and the others will also grow to a certain level, and then..."

Charles put away his expression: "Belle has already shown the ending nakedly."

He sighed and took out an eye lens from his pocket: "I think you should take a look at this..."

Fels took the crystal and used a special secret method to open the rune.

An illusory picture was projected onto the desktop...

It was a gigantic monster, and terrifying magic rained down from it that was big enough to cover all of Orario.

Tiny Alfia shuttled through the magic rain, and finally used all her strength to severely injure the opponent...

"This...what is this?!" Fels stood up.

"I secretly took the photos. This is information from the 61st layer of the ice field."

Ciel stared at the empty cloak and said calmly, "The fallen fairy and the monster that has lived for nearly a thousand years are as powerful as the three major commissions. You can show the information to Uranus. The world's disaster is not just the black dragon. There is a monster here that cannot be killed even if all the combat power of Orario is gambled!"

"We're running out of time, Firth. It took Finn more than 20 years to reach level 5. What level can they reach in eight years? Level 6?"

"Not enough..." said Fels.

Ciel extended his hand again and invited: "Join us, Fels."

"why me?"

Ciel smiled and said, "We need your wisdom and talents."

"Our actions will not be recognized by the majority. We need to absorb both the righteous and evil factions at the same time, use them as stepping stones when necessary, and use them as executioners when necessary. The goal is to train a group of pioneers who specialize in targeting the "end." "

"Maintain the balance between good and evil when necessary, and encourage conflict between good and evil when necessary to give birth to a stronger one."

"And you, as a 'wise man' who has lived from a distant era, are neither good nor evil. Being neutral, you are more likely to agree with our plan. Moreover, it is a waste of your talent to be just a sentinel of Uranus."

"Come to my side, you will get more. For example... don't you want to recover your body? You should have got the information from Grandma Renault. I have the technology to regenerate flesh and blood."

Ciel smiled slyly: "Don't you want to renew your grace again? You haven't renewed your grace for 800 years, so you must have accumulated a lot of great achievements."

Fels: “…”

I'm so tired, so alone

Chapter 163: Ciel: Villain, uniforms are important!

Fels finally chose to compromise.

In the face of oppression from the tyrant, the most correct choice is to temporarily surrender and endure hardships.

At least in Fels's opinion, the intelligence obtained from this interview was of great value, and he also clearly realized what Orario was about to face and how to make the right response.

"I don't agree with your plan. In my opinion, you are still too extreme." Fels sighed:

"But I can't deny you. Conquering the End is the long-cherished wish of mankind all over the world. Even if it's just one more way, we'd be happy to see it."

Charles shook hands with Fels with satisfaction: "That's fine."

"What do you need me to do?" Fels asked curiously.

"Not yet." Charles shrugged: "I just hope you can keep my previous conversation to yourself."

"Huh?" Fels was puzzled: "In that case, why did you invite me?"

Ciel spread his hands and said, "Of course we have to find a way to treat Alfia. We don't want to lose this top fighting force. I told you the plan in the hope that you won't have any unnecessary psychological burden."

"Of course." Ciel retreated strategically: "You can also tell Finn and the others about our plan to take over Orario, but I hope you can conceal my existence."

He smiled defiantly: "After all, if the trial becomes a farce like a war game, it will lose its original value. Then the people who unfortunately fall will lose their meaning, and they will cry."

Fels dropped his cloak and was silent for a moment: "I understand."

She saw the reality from Ciel's attitude: Orario was too weak, so weak that Ciel didn't need any conspiracy or tricks at all and was planning to defeat them with a strong force.

His face was full of: Come on.

"Ah~"

When Fels was about to leave, Charles patted his head and suddenly reminded him, "Fels, if you have time, can I trouble you with a small favor?"

"Please go ahead." Fels turned his head.

Sure enough, he still had tasks for me to do.

Is it to leak the city's tactics, or let me be the sharp knife that stabs the city in the back? Sorry, if these are the cases, I will never agree to them. I will even betray you.

Ciel couldn't see Fels's expression, and the skeleton had no expression either.

He just scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "It's really a small matter. Can you help us customize a batch of exclusive uniforms?"

"Huh?" Fels couldn't believe his ears, even though he was just bones left.

Charles pointed his finger and said, "Look, we are a powerful faction after all. If we follow the dark faction and wear those cheap black robes, wouldn't it make us look uncool?"

Ciel twirled his fingers: "The uniform accounts for 80% of the factor that determines the villain's strength!"

Haven’t you seen the Akatsuki organization’s rule that anyone who takes off their clothes will die?

"Aha……"

Fels was pulled back by Charles and vaguely remembered his design for the uniform. The time he spent on this was actually longer than the time they spent talking about business.

As the moonlight deepened, after confirming the conditions of the new heretic and Mary, Fels left the church with the gifts that Mary gave to Reed and the others.

……

At the bottom floor of the Tower of Babel, Fels stepped into the basement, walked through the spiral staircase, and came to the underground altar, which would definitely be criticized by Charles for being too frugal.