Jason looked at Lothar 11 who was whispering softly, such a gaze was not hidden, and Lothar 11 quickly found out.

He turned his head and scratched the back of his head.

"Am I unproductive?"

As he spoke, Lothar11 smiled bitterly.

"I'm a timid person."

"Fear of my father, eldest brother, and fear of death."

"Or I'm afraid of all the unknowns."

"Then I wondered, will those who have experienced death also be afraid?"

"So, I want to be able to bless them and give them rest in peace, at least...... Don't be afraid. ”

Lothar 11 said seriously.

After saying that, the eleventh heir of the 'Lothar family' lowered his head in embarrassment.

But the words continued.

"Am I being hypocritical?"

"Obviously, I picked everything up."

"Now it's false mercy...... It's a real hypocrisy. ”

Lothar11's voice grew deeper and deeper.

Jason's gaze didn't shift.

He saw Lothar 11 raise his hand and quietly touch the corner of his eye.

Lothar 11, who didn't mind and could hold his thighs in tears, obviously didn't want anyone to see him now.

"I'm hungry."

There is no consolation.

There was no persuasion.

I won't tell.

Jason said.

Lothar11, with his head down, was stunned, and then, he laughed.

"Sure enough, it's Jason, your style."

Lothar11 said, waving his hand.

Immediately, all the tables and chairs in the conference room disappeared.

Instead, there is a two-seater sofa and a small round table.

There are pots and saucers on the round table.

In the pot, there is wine.

In the dish, there is meat.

Liquor is a spirit.

The meat is a roast.

Lothar 11 bypassed the round table and sat down on the couch, while Jason sat straight on the floor.

Lothar11 picked up the flask and raised it slightly above his head, signaling to the constantly twinkling 'stars', to the dark, deep night sky, and then, he gestured to Jason.

Then, drink it all.

Jason doesn't drink, he picks up the barbecue and chews it heavily.

Soon, the wine and meat on the table were swept away by the two of them.

Then, there's the second one.

Lothar 11 raised the flask above his head again.

The next one was the same.

After three times in a row, Lothar 11's straight back collapsed in an instant, and he leaned back on the sofa like a slug, stuck there.

On his face, Lothar 11 was no longer dignified.

For the rest, it's just uncomfortable and ...... Evade.

He's just a piece of shit.

Waste that doesn't change anything.

What else can you do but escape?

It's better to drink.

Drunk, I don't know anything.

And that's all in the past.

As for after the wine sobers up?

Let's talk about it then.

If you really don't know what to do, then continue to get drunk.

That's how Lothar 11 came over for so many years.

He was ready to continue like this.

Another pot of spirits in the mouth.

It hurts hotly.

Even if it wasn't the first bite, it still choked Lothar 11.

Ahem, ahem!

Lothar11 tilted his head and coughed loudly.

Basic table manners, of course, he knows.

However, Jason was faster, raised his hand to protect the barbecue in his arms, and the whole person turned around, facing away from Lothar11.

This scene made Lothar 11 full of helplessness.

"Shouldn't you care about me at this time?"

"I'm choking!"

"Am I not even as good as a plate of barbecue?"

Lothar 11 emphasized.

"Nope."

Jason replied without hesitation, causing Lothar 11 to roll his eyes.

Then, Jason explained in a serious way.

"You are alive, you can move, you are conscious."

"And it?"

"It's the last moment in this world, and being food is its last mission, and as someone who helps it accomplish this mission, I should be cautious."

Jason said as he scrutinized the roast on his plate and swallowed it in one gulp.

Looking at Jason's chewing and listening to the crunch, Lothar 11 blinked.

He felt that Jason had a point, but he wanted to refute something.

But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know how to refute it.

In the end, he could only pour the wine in his hand into his mouth.

"Your food has a calling, and so does my wine."

As he drank, Lothar 11 said.

Then, this time, Lothar 11 didn't drink it all.

When the wine in the pot was still halfway there, he listened, and his head was not lowered, but he looked at the night sky in a daze.

It was pitch black before, and the night sky was close to the twinkling of some 'stars', but now it was completely illuminated.

Patches of blue-white brilliance.

It's like the blue sky and white clouds in the daytime.

More people have died.

At a speed far beyond what Lothar 11 expected.

It was also far beyond the number expected by Lothar 11.

Tears that could not be suppressed began to flow out.

He wiped it quickly, lowered his head and began to drink again.

This time, it's no longer about drinking it all with your head held high.

Instead, he lowered his head and took small sips.

When half of the wine in the pot disappeared again, Lothar 11 couldn't help but rush to Jason, who was starting to eat the twelfth roast, and asked, "Is there really no way to change it?" ”

"Yes."

"You're strong enough."

"When you make all the rules, that's fine."

Jason chewed on the roast in his mouth and muttered a 'standard answer'.

"Hard, isn't it?"

Lothar 11 curled up in the couch again.

"Then watch."

Jason said very dryly.

"But I'm a little uncomfortable...... Not reconciled? It doesn't seem to be ...... Compassion? It doesn't seem to be ...... I don't know what it is, but I'm having a hard time right now. ”

Lothar11 said intermittently, subconsciously about to raise his head, but before he could raise his head, he buried his head in the sofa again, like an ostrich.

"You don't know it yourself, how can I possibly know?"

Jason ordered the thirteenth roast.

"yes, I don't know myself, how can you know."

Lothar11 muttered, a wry smile on his lips.

Does he really not know?

He knows.

Just pretending not to know.

What else could you do?

He had just found the main personality, but the main personality ignored him completely.

Come to think of it, how could the 'powerful' of the master's personality care about such trivial matters, and only he, the created sub-personality, would be so cowardly.

I wanted to do something about it too.

But I really can't do it!

If I am disliked by my master's personality, I will be erased......

Rumble!

Lothar 11 was still thinking when a loud bang came from overhead.

Instinctively, Lothar 11 looked up.

If the previous night sky was 'blue sky and white clouds', the night sky at this time has become 'the midday sun'.

Previously, patches of battleships were annihilated under artillery fire, but at this time, the entire night sky area was wiped out within the sight of Lothar 11.

How many people died?

Lothar 11 didn't know.

I can't even think about it.

Click, click.

Suddenly, there was the sound of liquid lapping in the skylight overhead.

Not much, just two or three drops.

Every drop is scarlet.

Lothar11's eyes widened and her cheeks twitched slightly.

His hand holding the flask trembled violently.

The wine shook incessantly in the flask, and with the characteristic sound of coo-dong, coo-dong, Lothar11 jerked up the jug again, and he drank it all over again.

After gently placing the flask on the round table, Lothar 11 stood up directly.

He forced himself to look at the strange night sky at this moment.

Staring at the blood spots that began to creep in.

After a full three minutes, the night sky returned to black.

The deep night obscured the scarlet on the skylight, and only a little liquid could be seen crawling there, but the color was completely gone.

But the light that rose in the eyes of Lothar11 could not be concealed even by night.

"Jason, I want to change."

Lothar 11 said.

"Okay."

Jason ate the twentieth portion of the roast and replied without looking up.

Lothar11, who was about to say something impassioned, choked on this bland reaction.

"That's the only way?"

He looked at Jason, full of helplessness.

"So what?"

Jason asked rhetorically.

"Shouldn't you be relieved, surprised, or something like that because of my change?"

Lothar 11 reminded.

"It's your change, it's not me, why should I do this?"

Jason put down the empty plate, picked up the twenty-first roast, and said very naturally.

Such an attitude made Lothar 11 more and more helpless.

Alas!

He sighed.

He felt a little tired.

Why did he say this to Jason?

Just do it silently.

"Survive for the dead, fight for the living, that's all I stick to!"

"Boss, if you want to kill me, hurry up."

"Otherwise......"

"You're going to fight with me!"

Lothar11 stood still and whispered to herself.

A second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Nothing happened.

Lothar 11 clenched his fists.

The fact that the Personality did not erase him proves that the Personality also approves of his ideas.

That—

"We're fighting together!"

"I'm trying to help you win everything!"

"You give me the world I want!"

"We've agreed!"

The clenched fist was released and stretched out out of thin air, as if shaking hands.

Jason just glanced at Lothar 11, who was playing a 'one-man show', and then withdrew his gaze.

It's really annoying to have already made a decision in his heart, but he still keeps asking him.

If it weren't for the barbecue in his hand that was invited by the other party, Jason would have left a long time ago.

An agreement was reached with the main personality.

Lothar 11 took a deep breath.

Call!

The rich smell of wine exhaled, but Lothar 11 had a clear look in his eyes, and he opened his personal contact.

"The Simpsons 2 brought me the information on the big battle just now."

"Hmm."

"I'll wait for you."

After saying that, Lothar 11 ended the call and was about to walk back to the couch, but he stumbled after only two steps.

Dizzy.

Feet on cotton.

The wine is up.

Lothar 11 frowned.

In the past, he didn't hate such feelings, but now he can't.

He endured the feeling of dizziness, leaned against the wall, moved to the bathroom step by step, and snapped his throat suddenly-

Vomit!

The liquor that I had just drunk spurted out quickly.

Once, twice.

It wasn't until he started vomiting sour water that Lothar 11 stopped.

He rinsed himself.

Slap your cheek with your hand.

Droplets of water slid down her cheeks, and Lothar 11 looked at herself in the mirror, feeling strange, but she was still handsome.

Come on!

Lothar 11 said quietly.

Then, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

When a person becomes goal-oriented, he becomes vigorous, energetic, and positive, and that is ...... Grow.

Break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly.

Yes, there is.

It was on that couch that Lothar 11 began to look up all kinds of information and materials.

His hands tapped rapidly, his eyes were like scanners, recording all the information he saw, and his brain began to analyze it one by one like the CPU of a computer.

Even when Jason talked to him after eating supper, he replied in a trance.

"This is the real Lothar 11?"

Hera10 asked quietly.

Beard and Rosrow, who were next to him, looked like they were taken for granted.

"Of course."

"This is the real Young Master Lothar 11."

"Drinking and profligate on weekdays is just a disguise."

Beard said with a smile.

Hera10 nodded, agreeing with Beard's claim, but at the same time speaking her own.

"Insidious guy, nowhere near as handsome as Jason."

After Hera 10 finished speaking, she walked towards Jason without giving Beard and Rosrow a chance to refute.

Beard glared at Hera 10, who walked up to Jason, and subconsciously gave up his middle finger and ridiculed this woman who didn't understand anything, but after thinking about it, he still chose to give up.

He couldn't beat Hera 10.

It was a very uncomfortable feeling for Beard.

"Jialun will be handed over to you here first, and I'll go to the training room."

With that, Beard walked to the training room.

Rosrow also signaled to the 'Golden Lamb' and followed.

After all, there was a friend of his who needed his care.

The 'Golden Lamb' watched his colleague leave, and then devoted himself to his work as a bodyguard.

As for what will happen inside?

'Golden Lamb' believes Jason and Lothar 11 will take care of it.

"Are you looking at the history of Area F?"

Hera 10 walked up to Jason and didn't speak directly, but when Jason paused slightly, he handed over the tea that he had been preparing for a long time in his hand.

"Hmm."

Jason took a sip of his tea and nodded.

"As you might expect, 'they' set up an ambush."

"However, the eldest sister prepared in advance, and the loss was not big - although the eldest sister said it very harshly, but with Jason's reminder, she still cares, she just asked me to convey her gratitude."

"Of course, it's not just verbal, she also prepared a little gift for Jason, and she will ship it with that batch of 'Elon Spears'."

"And the eldest sister invited you to ......"

"Hahaha!"

"Found it!"

Hera 10 gradually said the important place, and the whole person began to get nervous, and she forced herself to say the words that invited Jason in the calmest tone.

But before she could say this, Lothar11, who had been quiet, suddenly laughed and interrupted her.

Hera10 glared at Lothar11 with a murderous gaze.

But this eleventh heir of the 'Lothar family' didn't pay attention to such a gaze at all.

On the contrary, Lothar 11 also bypassed the round table and came to Jason's side, and after squeezing Hera 10 out of the way, he sat down next to Jason and said-

"Jason, look at this!"