Quadruple split

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

Ji Xiaodao walked up to Mo and seemed to want to help the latter tidy up his collar, but she still stood there motionless in the end. She frowned slightly and turned away: "But I know you must have many kinds of things." way to achieve it.”

Mo picked up a pair of black gloves beside the table and calmly looked at the girl in front of him who seemed unwilling to look at him: "So?"

"so."

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

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

Mo nodded slightly, raised the corner of his mouth in a playful arc, and said lightly: "But this has no conflict with my choice to let him die."

Ji Xiaodao bit his lip gently: "Have you admitted that you have other methods?"

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

While putting on gloves for himself, Mo said lightly: "Arthur Bohe is different from you. He has never been a dispensable person. At this stage, his death is in my interests. "

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

"Who knows."

Mo gently tugged on the glove on his right hand and walked past the girl with an indifferent expression: "Let's go, the question time is over."

Ji Xiaodao sighed silently and followed the not-so-tall figure out of the study, with a touch of sadness flashing in his eyes.

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

The reason why Ji Xiaodao hopes that Arthur Bohe will survive is not complicated. Although she does not have any extra affection for the Crown Prince, as she just said, she can feel that Mo admires Arthur. Although this This appreciation is far from the 'friendship' shown by the latter, but it is still far beyond the individual levels of Garros, Galahad, Li Fu and others.

If possible, she really hoped that Arthur Bohe could become that guy's friend one day.

But this is just wishful thinking on one side.

Ji Xiaodao, who rarely showed his emotions on his face, sighed deeply, held up his long skirt and took two quick steps to walk side by side with Mo, and gently held his arm.

Game time AM11:58

Chavin Empire, suburbs of Troon, the royal capital

Next to the luxurious motorcade, Arthur Bohe, who was about to leave for the Griffin Dynasty, was chatting with Cedric. The next second, he turned his head and looked at the north gate of Troon not far away with emotion. He laughed: "Haha, that guy is here."

Tens of meters away, a carriage with a black heraldic shield was driving towards us quickly. It was Arthur's gift to Lord Sin last month. Although it looked quite simple in appearance, it cost as much as four people. The chariot made by the nobles of the Chauvin Empire was worth several gold coins. The two black dragon colts that were responsible for pulling the carriage and purchased from the Cassero Grassland were worth at least two thousand gold coins. This shows how generous the son of the merchant king is.

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

Cedric grinned at Arthur and shrugged: "If I weren't afraid that you would be embarrassed waiting here alone, I would have left with my father and the others just now."

Arthur patted his shoulder hard, nodded and smiled: "Let's drink together when I come back."

"Don't you call me when you're drinking?"

Soft chuckles came from not far away. When the two of them looked back, they saw that Mo and Ji Xiaodao had already stepped out of the carriage parked more than ten meters away and were walking towards them with smiles.

Cedric immediately bowed and saluted exaggeratedly: "I have met Lord Sin and Lady Sin."

"No gift."

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

"Just stop trying to push me."

Mo punched Cedric with an unkind expression and said helplessly: "The future Marquis Diggory."

Cedric spread his hands, blinked and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Maybe you will already be a Grand Duke by the time I inherit the title?"

"Then I promise to give you a great deal, Said."

Arthur happily punched Cedric and promised half-truthfully: "Of course, only after my father throws the pick to me."

The latter immediately raised his hands in surrender and said with a wry smile: "I am now a false count and am scolded by my father every day, but I can't compare to you two. I'll take my leave!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards Troon, even blessing himself with two auxiliary magics that increased his movement speed in the process.

"Well, then I'll be more knowledgeable and go further away to leave you two people alone."

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

Mo/Arthur: "."

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

"Well, there are also Marquis Diggory, Marquis Miranda, Earl Moody and Archduke Fossey. I'll let them go first."

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

Mo smiled and said, "It shows that His Highness is very popular with everyone."

"I didn't ask you to come here later just to be flattered."

Arthur rolled his eyes at Mo, not paying attention to Ji Xiaodao, who was not shy. After a long silence, he said softly: "What should be said, in fact, I already said it that day when I decided to send Griffin as the envoy, but... , I mean if, I leave this time and fail to come back, I hope the empire will not lose control because of this."

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 rashly went over there before the smell of gunpowder dissipated. To say that there is no danger at all, right? possible."

Mo nodded silently.

"To be honest, I've always had a subtle, unreasonable premonition."

Arthur rubbed the long sword hanging on his waist and turned to look north: "Ahead, something bad seems to be waiting for me. I don't know whether it is a sign of neurosis or a crisis, but I feel that I It is necessary to make some explanations in advance.”

Mo looked at Arthur with a solemn expression in surprise: "To me?"

"Not really, it's just that I can't tell my 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 after all. 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, I will destroy this letter."

Arthur blinked at the Sin Lord in front of him, and then said solemnly: "But if I fail to come back, you should find a time to hand it over to our Majesty."

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

"If you want to see what's inside in advance, that's okay."

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

Mo didn't say anything more, he just nodded and said: "Take care, Your Highness."

"Haha, I really hope I can bring Gavir back."

Arthur grinned and sighed in a pretentious manner: "Otherwise, it would be too unbalanced to see you and your siblings in pairs every time."

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

"What am I jealous of you for?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, then reacted suddenly and stared at Ji Xiaodao with a stomachache on his face: "Brother and sister, how can you talk!!"

The latter smiled and said nothing.

"Ignore her, these girls like to think about some nasty things nowadays."

Mo sighed, then stretched out his right hand: "Have a safe journey, Arthur."

"You still need to tell me?"

Arthur patted Mo's hand hard, turned around and boarded the carriage, opened the curtain and smiled: "Wait for my good news."

five minutes later

A black fire flashed, and the envelope in Mo's hand instantly disappeared into ashes.

"You go back first."

He glanced at Ji Xiaodao with a complicated expression, his figure gradually cracked like a mirror, and said calmly: "I'm going to Garos."

Then he quietly disappeared in front of the girl.

"Whether it's a world full of malice towards you, or you, a world full of malice."

The girl lowered her eyes and looked at the wisps of black flame rolling embers on the ground, and murmured in a low voice: "It's really annoying."

Game time AM12:21

Chavin Empire, Royal Capital of Trone, Duke of Garros' Residence, Underground Workshop

Along with a low buzzing sound, 'it' slowly opened its 'eyes' and struggled to stand up.

Fragmented memories floated in my mind, my consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, the surrounding environment was unpleasant, and there seemed to be some harsh sound echoing in my ears, but I 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 his tone did not fluctuate at all.

"who I am?"

He tried hard to bend his stiff and dry neck, and tried to raise his arms that were also covered with rust. A pair of hands full of metal appeared in his field of vision.

No! It doesn't feel metallic, but a pair of hands made entirely of some unknown metal! !

【Is this my body? 】

The emotion called fear was separated from his consciousness and gradually swept through 'it' body.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this 'body' that doesn't feel familiar at all seems to be smoother, and the headache-splitting sound in my ears gradually becomes more and more imperceptible.

An indescribable force seems to be sprouting in his body, probably deep in his soul, with chilling malice.

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

Bang! !

The rickety body lost its balance, and 'it' suddenly fell to the ground. The two 'eyes' that were turning crazily in their sockets were filled with black mist. The simple body could not help but tremble, and its consciousness seemed to be able to destroy the sky. Swaying in the waves of destruction, like a small boat in a storm, it may be torn into pieces by everything around it at any time.

"No. 002 can't hold on any longer!"

An old voice sounded close by, with a hint of nervousness in his tone: "We should turn it off immediately. This level of load can 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' despite being so close?

Why wasn't he consumed by that endless malice?

Why?

Where exactly is this place?

Who am I? ? ?

Questions ran through his mind one after another, but the consciousness of 'it' became weaker and weaker.

"He's holding on."

Another somewhat familiar voice sounded, and 'it' found that the crazy and restless malice in its consciousness gradually calmed down, but

[I am still 'dissipating' irreversibly. According to the current frequency, in ten seconds at most, everything about me will be completely erased, not even a trace of echo will be left. Well, it turns out 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 had the guts to think about his own name.

"I absolutely can't hold on! If this continues, within ten seconds at most, 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 deep in his heart, soul collapse and so on sounded a bit difficult to understand, but 'it' But I always feel that this is not a bad thing.

After all, neither soul nor life is something that needs to be cherished.

[Although it feels much better, it might not be bad if it just 'collapses' or something. 】

For some reason, in the midst of a feeling of emptiness and powerlessness, 'it' suddenly came up with such an idea.

Then

"That's because he who was supposed to die, even though he got a second life and a small gift from me, he forgot a lot of things, so just a little reminder, such as"

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

However, what followed was not destruction, but rebirth.

Just because of a casual reminder

"Long time no see, Mr. Luther King."

Chapter 690: End