I have a big sailing game

Friends, "friends" who treat each other sincerely.

For a worm of lies who was born out of lies and lives by deception, it is an unreachable word.

Over the long years, Argongos has deceived countless princes, nobles or powerful people with natural blood with his sweet words.

Some of them gave it generous gifts, some bound it, and some even called it brother.

Argongos never wavered.

Until, by chance, it met Doyle Dewes.

This guy with a sincere heart did not deal with it for a long time.

But gradually, Argongos felt that he was becoming a little strange, but he couldn't explain it, and there was always an inexplicable irritability in his heart.

It couldn't be said to like Doyle, let alone befriend him. After all, he would choke himself from time to time and even quarrel.

However, their souls are much closer than some partners... although it's a bit weird to say that.

Therefore, even if there were fierce quarrels from time to time, they would soon be reconciled, although their relationship was never harmonious...

All this changed the moment Doyle was put on the stake.

From the moment Argongoth's soul invaded Doyle Dewes' body.

It was passively consuming Doyle's soul, trying to replace it.

This was what Argongos had been prepared for from the beginning.

It never thought that one day it would regret.

But this day came so suddenly.

Doyle's Eclipse organization was destroyed, and church forces sent him to the stake...

Along with Doyle's narration, Rogge seemed to really see that familiar square from the long river of lost years...

…

"The only thing that can save mankind is extraordinary magic potion..."

"That high-altitude God..."

"You're scared."

The words echoed throughout the square.

Along with the raging fire all over Doyle's body, a scorching burning sensation quickly swept through his body.

However, after finishing his highlight moment, Doyle's vision was completely covered by flames.

But he found that his pain seemed to be gradually fading.

The surrounding environment also changes from blurry to clear.

It is the power of Argongos.

After escaping from the torture rack, he seemed to feel something, closed his eyes and smiled.

"Proboscis, my body is yours now."

"Before I die, I hope I can ask you something..."

The name Proboscis was naturally derived from Doyle's discovery of Argongos's lie.

Usually when I say this, I'm scolding it.

But now, Doyle smiled, knowing that his old friend might no longer be the lying bug he once was.

However, even at the last moment of Doyle's life, Argongos was still unforgiving.

"Humph, you talked so much that I almost died."

"Those church bastards really confused you? After you die, doesn't your body still belong to me?"

"But if you have any small wishes, just tell me. If I'm in a good mood, I can consider going to kill my boring life..."

Argongos sounded disdainful.

The flames couldn't kill Doyle at all.

As the body that Argongos likes, it has a thousand ways to prevent this body from being destroyed.

After cauterizing for a moment, Argongos used his own power to exchange a corpse with it.

In other words, the person now on the stake is not Doyle.

But he was not far from death either.

After all, the real cause of Doyle's death was the death of his soul.

Yes, to be precise, it was Argongos who killed Doyle.

However, this process actually still takes some time, which is also what Agongos is confused about.

Doyle was not impressed by Argongos's harsh words, and he began to tell his last wish.

"I know you will definitely use my body and appearance to tell a lot of lies and deceive a lot of people..."

"But I hope you won't deceive good people..."

"If you can, go and deceive the believers of those churches. The sins they bear are difficult to wash away..."

"You don't like those guys either, right..."

Argongos subconsciously wanted to express its displeasure upon hearing this, but somehow, it still shut up.

"...This is just a request, albeit one that is unlikely to come true."

At this point, Doyle smiled.

His voice began to become a little erratic, sounding like a weak and helpless man.

"By the way, one last thing..."

"I once asked you a question, I wonder if you still remember..."

At this point, he seemed to have a premonition that he didn't have much time, so he smiled and simply omitted the topic.

But Argongos frowned.

It starts thinking, remembering.

But it has never found the answer to this question, because Doyle has asked it countless questions, and its responses are mostly improvised lies.

Until Doyle's next words came out.

"...I found the missing part of your banishment...You should know where I buried it..."

Hearing this, Agongos was stunned.

Only then did it suddenly remember what the problem Doyle was talking about.

…

"Damn, you long-nosed worm, when will you have a conscience and be compassionate like a normal person?"

Doyle frowned and cursed in his mind.

"Oh, Mr. Doyle, you are really joking. I am a worm, a noble worm of lies, why should I be like a human?"

"Tsk... I am just wearing out your soul, not your brain... Why do you ask such a stupid question..."

Agongos sneered and mocked his IQ.

Doyle: "..."

Damn, what this stink bug said makes sense.

"Then let me change the way I think. When can we... stop scheming against each other? We are so close, and it is too tiring to quarrel in our minds all day long."

Doyle has long been accustomed to Agongos's erosion of his soul. He now wants to be quiet for a while.

"No intrigue? Please, Mr. Doyle, we are enemies. I want your life. Do you still want to be friends with me?"

Agongos spread his hands. Of course, as a bug, it has no hands for the time being.

Doyle touched his chin: "Maybe it's not impossible, as long as you can be quiet."

"Very good." Agongos nodded without hesitation: "In that case, then you help me find the missing part. As long as you succeed, I will be friends with you. It's a deal."

Its expression was very sincere.

But Doyle was very familiar with this face. There was a sentence written on it-"I'm lying to you."

It was obvious that it didn't have any hope for this, and it was more like a casual mention.

Doyle was thoughtful.

...

"How did you find it?"

Agongos suddenly woke up and shouted when he came to his senses.

However, the voice it was familiar with had long been blurred, leaving only the last sentence.

"Sorry, I lied to you too..."

"...The roast chicken you recommended...actually tastes good..."

There was silence all around.

Agongos seemed to be unable to find the source of the voice.

Doyle's soul completely disappeared.

"Damn it!"

Agongos gritted his teeth, and a complex emotion rose in his heart at this moment, a bit...mixed feelings?

Looking at this familiar body, it was silent and did not implement its plan immediately.

After struggling for a moment.

It sighed: "Agongos, you idiot, you must be crazy."

Opened his mouth and said a sentence in a strange syllable and a language that only he could understand.

"You...will not die."

The voice fell.

An invisible force burst out from its body, and in an instant it went to an unknown space...

Lies will bring it power, but its real power lies in tampering with the "truth".

But compared to the "lie" that can strengthen Agongos, telling the "truth" is actually a huge harm to it...

...

"Well... since it wants to save you, why doesn't it stop eroding your soul before your soul disappears?"

Rogge touched his chin and first asked a tricky question.

Doyle was stunned. He didn't expect Rogge to ask this question first, but he still answered honestly: "Because the method of consuming the soul is what it prepared before separating the body and soul, and there is no way to stop it."

Rogge nodded while thinking.

"So... it saved you for this reason?"

"Agongos, this guy, has deceived so many people without feeling guilty, why did he do it to you..."

He was a little confused. When he said this, he couldn't help but squint at Doyle.

Well... it's not impossible, after all, these two can be said to be truly inseparable...

One person and one bug... it's not impossible...

Doyle seemed to have seen what Rog meant, and his mouth twitched: "Don't think the wrong way."

"Agongos is indeed a born bastard. From the memories it left me, I know that I thought too much at the beginning..."

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although he never thought of asking Agongos to save him, he did want to guide Agongos to be a good bug... After all, it was using its own body!

However, Agongos, a born bastard, if there is no special situation... it is likely to mock Doyle for doing something stupid in the end and it is impossible to save him.

But this special situation does exist.

"This guy offended someone... well, it's better not to mention him... anyway, the offender was quite severe."

"Therefore, although that existence did not find Agongos in the end, it used some special means to exile a part of it to a corner of the world, and set a curse so that it would fall into a deep sleep if it could touch the missing part..."

"And the missing part of it... is the evil in nature."

Hearing this, Rogge raised his eyebrows.

He subconsciously thought of Etal: "Did this thing eventually become a kid named Etal?"

Doyle nodded slightly when he heard this: "It should be. Agongos is most concerned about it besides you."

Rogge scratched his head.

Agongos told him that Etal was also part of this play.

Hmm...is this a lie or the truth?

What role did that kid play in this?

What does the blue water droplet that disappeared inexplicably on the scale have to do with that?

Roger felt a little headache.

He decided to ignore this for the time being: "So, it was precisely because the evil in its nature was expelled that it pulled you back from hell and repaired your soul?"

Doyle nodded: "Yes, the reason why I decided to guide it to be good before death was because after getting along with it for a long time, I discovered that it does not seem to be a completely irredeemable... insect."

When he came into contact with Argongos, this guy was already a bug that lacked the "innate evil".

It's not surprising that he would make such a judgment.

Rogge frowned slightly: "Then it..."

"It's dead."

At this point, Doyle sighed.

"That scale, that thing with regular power, the bargaining chip is always absolutely fair... and the price is its body and soul."

Speaking of this, Doyle looked sad.

"..."

Roger was silent for a moment.

"...Why does it have to involve me?"

Hearing this, Doyle breathed out: "Argongos, with its own power, can only ensure that the little bit of my soul that remains does not die..."

"And it wants more than that."

"It wants to resurrect me and have enough power to change the world to compensate for the regrets I felt when I died..."

As he spoke, he looked at the palm of his hand with complicated eyes.

Thanks to the power brought by the Judgment Scale, this human body actually contains the power of a demigod, which is incredible to think about.

"That balance is very special."

"It only has one chance to use it, and if you want to use it, there is a special condition..."

"That means the holder of the scales cannot conduct transactions on the scales."

“In other words, you can only make the trade you want if someone else holds the scale.”

"But not everyone is qualified to pick up this scale..."

"Argongos itself is special, and it is contaminated with certain rules, so it can pick up this scale."

"And besides those who can pick up the scales and are qualified to be its master, Argongos..."

Having said this, Doyle looked at Rogge and took a deep breath.

"...Only found you."

Hearing this, Rogge suddenly frowned.

This explains why Argongos had to involve him in this matter.

But the strange thing is, why is he the only one who is qualified?

"Tainted with rules...you mean authority?"

In this regard, Doyle shook his head: "Argongos has clearly distinguished the two. They are two completely different concepts, otherwise it would not have gone to such trouble to find you."

After a pause, he added: "What's left after the broken scale is its apology to you."

"...Of course, it actually wants to take it back, but it can't." Doyle couldn't help but smile when he saw this memory.

"This guy Argongos..."

"Treacherous and insidious, full of lies, stingy, selfish and capricious..."

"But I can feel that after losing the evil in its nature, it is also thinking about itself..."

"At least it told me the truth later, for example, the roasted chicken with bay leaves tastes good...but I didn't believe it at the time, haha..."

Doyle stood up slowly.

Rogge was also silent at this time.

He also recalled the first time he met Argongos.

The two of them ate grilled chicken with fragrant leaves in the restaurant.

To be honest, it tastes good.

Doyle looked at the empty crystal in front of him, stretched out his hand, and patted it, as if patting the shoulder of an old friend he had known for many years.

After a moment, he sighed softly, and his outstretched hand paused for a long time, as if he had a lot to say...

"all in all……"

"I lost a friend..."

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