1:441 Foolish Disaster (1)

At the same time, at one o'clock in the morning, Rome.

Charlotte sneaks into Evilstar's room not to see the dragon sleeping, but to retrieve the phone she had lost to Evilstar.

Fearing that the star would haunt her like an idiot, she moved very lightly, silently sneaking into the room and silently snatching the phone from the blonde boy's bedside.

"Charlotte," the dragon whispered. The girl was startled.

When she found out that the evil star was just dreaming, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She slowly walked out of the room, closed them, and immediately checked her phone, lest it be damaged by the evil star. It was a gift from her brother Lancelot when the girl first woke up, and if it was broken by the dragon like this, it would be a great loss.

It's okay, it's not broken.

But there is an extra recording in the memory of the phone?

The curious girl didn't think about it and turned on the recording to listen. At first, she heard a heart-rending scream, and she was startled and quickly lowered the volume.

She thinks it's a prank by the Evil Star, and in a fit of rage, she plans to delete the recording as soon as she quits playing.

But instead of poking the [Close] button on the screen, the clumsy girl clicked on the end of the playback bar of the recording, and jumped into the recording section at the end.

"How much time do I have?" asked Shattering's voice.

"About three days. Another voice replied. That seems to be a therapist.

"I'm not going to ask you to find a way to help me prolong my life, mage. (Haode, that's a mage.) "But, I beg you, find a way to get me out of bed one more time—one day, one day will be enough. Then I died without regrets. "One day, no regrets?, "One day, I want to find a way." The mage's voice replied.

(Stupid guy.) Just one day, what good can it be?) Charlotte was curious. If Scorn could only get out of bed for one more day in his life, what would he do?

The blonde girl, who had been lying in a hospital bed for a long time due to petrification sickness, knew the pain.

Even though she is a willful and selfish girl, she can still feel the despair and sorrow of the evil star. She, like him, used to have no freedom of physical movement.

Because of this, she suddenly felt pity for the Starlight Dragon.

The fates of two people who originally had nothing to do with each other were linked by a recorded phone call. Evilstar's tone was so genuine, so desperate, that she didn't even suspect that the recording was fabricated.

However, the next sentence completely moved Charlotte.

At the end of the recording, the dragon's snoring gradually sounds, and he seems to be asleep.

Which mage was also convinced of this, so he opened his mouth and said something like this:

"Sorry, kid. You could have been saved, but I can't risk destroying Shijie just to save you alone. After hearing this, Charlotte was stunned.

A certain mage can save the star, but he is unwilling to do so, because doing so will "risk destroying Shijie"!

This was the maximum understanding that the girl could get from that limited information.

The evil star is still saved. It's just that some people don't want to save him.

As the girl left the palace, she called her brother. The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, and on the other end of the microphone was Lancelot's half-asleep, lazy voice: "Charlotte, it's so late, what's going on?" "Brother, if I'm sick and dying, there is still a way to save me, but in order to save me, will you uh, do something very bad to this shijie, will you choose to save me?" Lancelot was silent for a while. The answer is yes, he even did the same thing in order to save Charlotte, he betrayed Arthur and put the whole Pantoracan in crisis, just to give the girl one more chance to be rescued.

Even now, he has not regretted his choice.

"Of course. Lancelot sighed, "In order to save you, you can even ask me to destroy this shijie." If this shijie is not even allowed to let me save you, then this shijie is my enemy. Charlotte had expected Lancelot to give the opposite answer, so that she could convince herself to ignore the evil star. But when her brother said this, she was even more confused.

(Just let that stupid dragon go to his own death!He is not related to you, do you want to care about his life or death?) (It's just a stranger, whether he can be saved, what does it have to do with you?) (The mage also said that saving that stupid dragon is equivalent to putting Shijie in great danger.) Do you still want to meddle in this matter?) (Can you put Shijie in danger in order to help a stranger?!) Charlotte, who was constantly struggling in pain in her heart, was upset for a while. She hurried to her break room, knocking the armor in the hallways along the way, unaware.

Early the next morning. The territory of the Gric, Athens.

Bediwell looked sentimentally at the corpse of the herbalist Pav. The Elephant Man's corpse had been eaten away by the monsters to the bone, and if Ryder hadn't rescued him in time, Pavor wouldn't have even been able to keep a whole corpse.

Now, covered with a white cloth, he had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

"He lost his life trying to stop those crazy monsters. You're going to bury him, aren't you?" Albert asked in a low voice.

"Of course. "He is the hero of Athens, like the seven hundred and thirty-eight of his fellow leopard men who died in battle last night." We will erect a monument to them. Uh, what is his full name?" Bediville and Albert looked at each other. Shamefully, the two of them had spent days with Paver, but they hadn't yet figured out the Elephant Man's full name. Pavor was so silent that the two teenagers couldn't communicate with him properly.

"Let's call him [Pavul] for now. For details, we will go back and ask the Tutan patriarch. Bediwell sighed, feeling very sorry for the elephant man.

The leopards also sorted out the ruins of the city of Athens, packed up the bodies of the other victims, and prepared to bury them.

Albert looked at the chained axe on the ground, which was Pavre's weapon. The tiger boy couldn't wield such a heavy weapon, but he still took the chain away as a memento of Pavre.

"What now?" Al asked, frowning, "going to talk to the three Hackett brothers?" "You did win against the three of them, they shouldn't be cheating, right?" Bedi replied worriedly, "In other words, you are the head of the Grek clan?" The tiger boy's face immediately became gloomy, "No." I have performed a coming-of-age ceremony among the Turks, and I am a Turk. That will never change. "He's just that stubborn. Albert was tenderly accepted by the elephants when he needed it most. The elephant people are already his people, and this can never be changed, and it becomes an eternal mark engraved in his soul.

Therefore, the only way he could think of was to push the position of the patriarch of the leopard people to Bediwell: "I think you should be the patriarch!" Bedivel understood that Al would have this kind of troublesome thought, so he sighed even more annoyedly: "You are so brainless, I won't agree to you!-I have already followed the [king], after the matter in the dark region is resolved, I still have to go back to [the king], how can I help you big cats manage a clan!" The werewolf boy and the tiger man boy glared at each other angrily, holding on to each other. Watching the two teenagers do this, the high priest Deanna chuckled: "Since you don't want to be it, it's better to find someone else to be the one, what are you fighting for?" The two teenagers looked at each other, and involuntarily looked at Pavre's corpse.

Then sigh together.

If Paver were still alive, things would be much simpler. The Elephant Herbalist was so reliable, though not much, that he should be the patriarch of the Greeks, and Bedeville had achieved their purpose.

With the exception of Paffer, they knew no other reliable person in the shadows who could do the job.

"Do you really need to choose between the three Hackett brothers?" Albert sighed.

"No, isn't there another candidate here?" Bediwell glanced at the snow leopard girl Deanna.

"I?no, no, no!" the girl immediately waved her hand and shook her head, "the positions of high priest and patriarch cannot be held at the same time, and I will cause a lot of dissatisfaction if I hold both positions." The two teenagers sighed again, and sure enough, they were going to choose between the three Hackett brothers. Those three guys aren't good guys yet

Perhaps, it is also a good choice to catch a random leopard man on the street to be the patriarch?

Albert shook his head in annoyance.