Duke Pesa's flat tone made Charlotte a little uneasy, and she was a little unsure whether this duke was really as calm as he appeared, after all, with her age, it was difficult to see if there was a flaw in the duke's expression.

The Duke of Pesa, who was hung by vines, looked quite calm and relaxed, not at all like a prisoner. His bearing, perhaps out of the cultivation of the perennial aristocratic life, or perhaps because his firm ideas that run counter to the world give him the thinking to ignore the world, in short, he behaved very indifferently, as if he had not been defeated, not hung up in humiliation, but just enjoyed his afternoon tea as always.

"A little girl, I want to know, your age. ”

The Duke of Pesa's tone made Charlotte very unhappy, but the Duke's aura and convincing power still made Charlotte have to answer his questions.

"Eight years old. ”

"Eight years old...... Duke stared at Charlotte and narrowed his eyes, "At such a young age, you have mastered the power of magic, and it seems that you are also quite a remarkable character!

Charlotte frowned, not understanding the Duke's meaning.

"I am only an insignificant little person in this, and all I do is to rotate according to the laws of nature on the inevitable trajectory of movement. All this is predestined and inevitable, that is, the so-called 50% probability. Moreover, no matter which half of the possibilities it is, the result is the same - because in chaos, everything has no boundaries and no differences. ”

"Now, tell me. The Duke stared at Charlotte, he didn't despise Charlotte because of her youth, that gaze was no different from looking at others, "What is the purpose of Her Highness Caterina asking you to come, is it to stop me, or to stop Carl?"

His chin was shrunch, and the beard on his face looked very serious. "If you're trying to stop Carl, then you shouldn't be wasting time with me here, and if you're trying to stop me, then it's useless for you to do that. ”

"Why?" Charlotte asked subconsciously.

"As I just said. The duke's eyes were arrogant but not dazzling, "In chaos, there is no difference or boundary between everything, success and failure, in fact, the result is the same." Since there is no difference in the results, what do you do and what difference does it make?"

"If there is no difference in the ending, then why are you here?" Charlotte seized on the loophole in the Duke of Pesa's words, and asked relentlessly, "If there will be no difference in the ending, then you can wait for the result, and why do you want to act? ”

The Duke of Pesa smiled contemptuously, his white teeth peeking out from between his thick beards.

"How do you know what the consequences of what I am doing now will lead to? How do you know that what I am doing now is not an arrangement that fate has already made?"

The Duke lowered his head, his expression slightly tired.

"I did what fate had arranged and did everything I could. However, the motivation to do these things does not come from me, just like the movement of the world, the flow of rivers, the flow of clouds and rain, that is the natural law of course, my behavior, is also such a thing, that's all. ”

He closed his eyes, as if asleep, and was completely silent.

Charlotte couldn't understand the Duke of Pesa's thoughts, but she could vaguely feel the current state of the Duke of Pesa, who had fallen silent and should not struggle.

She turned and walked away, and before that, she had made a point of looking at Alans, who had fainted on the ground.

"Poor, perhaps. But poor man, how much more about your fathers and sons?"

She remembered something from the past, lowered her eyes, and left silently.

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Nothing stays the same, and nothing changes.

At least in the chaos that the Counts of Thressi and Pesa desired, it was an unbreakable truth.

And the meaning of their pursuit of this, probably no one will know.

How can we use the common sense of order to understand the idea of chaos?

And when chaos begins to erode the common sense of the world, the horror it brings will make everyone feel extreme fear.

Karl drew the last magic array on the corner of the walls of the palace of Tiamat, and then stood up, a little pensive on his usual cold face.

He turned around and looked at the noisy palace of Tiamat with a frown, not knowing what he was thinking.

On the other side of the wall, the sound of horses came over the tall walls.

Carl looked up, a signal to him that it was time to go.

But the signal came too early, and Karl took out his pocket watch, and in the dim light he glanced at the time, which was five minutes earlier than agreed.

Obviously, the people waiting outside Tiamat Palace couldn't bear the pressure and already wanted to get out of here quickly.

Karl grabbed the wall, rolled over, and jumped onto the wall like a swift elk, and on the other side of the wall, a carriage was waiting for him.

He jumped off the wall and stared indifferently at the trembling men waiting for him in front of the carriage.

Mercer Frey, the groom of the Jericho family, takes Swain with him on almost all his travels, but now he is by Carl's side, driven by him.

"Mr. Phil......" Mercer swallowed, and said cautiously to Karl, "we—shall we go?"

Karl stared at him, but didn't say a word.

This silent gaze made Mercer feel stressed.

"Karl now, what's going on in Tiamat's Palace?...... this" He looked very nervous, sweat running down his forehead, and the smell of uneasiness could be smelled in his sweat.

Carl looked at him, still not speaking.

"Mr. Phil?" Mercer couldn't help but ask again, as if he was afraid that Karl hadn't heard, though he knew it wasn't possible.

"Are you scared?" Karl's voice startled Mercer, who was expecting an answer, and he had thought that Carl would really stay silent.

"Are you scared?" Karl asked again.

"Sir, I ......" Mercer's face was ugly, and even in the bleak darkness of the night, his bluish face could be seen.

"It's no surprise, this storm shouldn't have to be risked by a little person like you. Carl's cold tone was surprisingly gentle and kind, and although he was said to be a small person, at least Carl's tone relieved Mercer a little.

"But," Karl suddenly changed his words, and made Mercer's heart lift again, "from the time you got the status of the Investigation Bureau of the Ministry of the Interior, and became an informant for my brother Herbert, you have no right to complain and lament, you betrayed yourself into this storm, the danger of which you cannot imagine, but it is impossible to hold others responsible for your greed and carelessness. ”

The beads of sweat on Mercer's forehead were even more raging, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, because Karl's words were like a pair of iron fists grabbing his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

"You sold Jericho's intelligence to Herbert and Belial, and you made a lot of profit from it. However, this world is fair, and what you get, you should give. You ask yourself, have you given what you have gained?"

Mercer couldn't help but take a step back, even for an uneducated person like him, he could now hear what Karl didn't mean directly.

"But, but I paid for the information...... I took the risk, I, I helped you, sir, you can't do that. ”

"Just because you've taken risks doesn't mean you've taken those risks, and that something that hasn't happened can't be used as a price. Karl took a step forward and pressed in front of Mercer, "And you said you helped me, but your harvest is not what I gave you." ”

Mercer was close to the carriage, knowing that he could not resist Karl, as Mercer had known when they had found him with the identification information left by the Bureau of Investigation after Herbert's death and forced him to do something for them.

"So, then, I paid for you, and you, shouldn't you give me something in return?"

"You are smart and witty, and your wisdom saved you. Karl nodded, though he didn't smile, but Mercer felt half of the pressure on him.

"It's just that it's your soul that is saved. ”

Before Mercer could catch his breath, Karl's hand thrust into his abdomen, piercing his body.

His eyes widened as he stared at Carl in a daze.

"Rest in peace, Amen. ”

Karl pulled out his hand, and the arm with the warmth of the blood turned into a cross between Karl's forehead and chest, acting as if he were the most devout believer.

"I'm done in the city. He looked back at the burning lights of the Tiamat Palace, "Well, say goodbye." ”

His figure faded away in the night, as if it were about to melt into the darkness, until it disappeared without a trace.

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Although Caterina didn't remember the events of that night completely, at least that night, she swore that she would never forget what happened that night for the rest of her life.

The Imperial Hall was filled with a sky-high light, as if it were going to illuminate the entire night sky as if it were daylight, but the light that illuminated the city of all Germany was not at all peaceful, and it brought with it an uncomfort—the discomfort of the human heart being unable to settle down after the common sense and order were distorted.

The sight was so shocking that no one noticed the other quiet change.

Swain gasped, it was not easy to defeat Caesar, after all, it was one of the Thirteen Knights from ancient times, the legendary magic tyrant, Caesar the Magician. Even though he was corrupted by chaos, the power of the magic was still as strong as ever, as if an ancient tide had descended on the world again, rolling up a tsunami that would engulf the end of the earth.

However, fortunately, Caesar was corrupted by chaos, and he could not escape the inevitable accidents in chaos, and in the end, Swain gambled on the fifty percent probability of winning and cut off Caesar, or Vitin's head.

Sitting on the throne of Midletus I, Sven was too tired to move. The little prince Yolo leaned against the throne, perhaps it would have been a good thing for him to pass out early, at least he wouldn't have to suffer any more fright.

Feeling the loss of magic in his body, Sven couldn't help but purse his lips, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a little sadness.

He temporarily regained his magic with the help of Beatrice's gaze, but it was not for nothing, as the Jericho Demon Dao passed down from generation to generation, all the magic power of the previous generation would be stored in the blood and passed on to the next Earl of Midnight with magical qualifications. As a result, the Jericho's mana will continue to accumulate and eventually become the vast amount of magic that Swain has acquired.

However, now that the magic has vanished, the price of using Beatrice's gaze is the permanent dissipation of the magic, in other words, Beatrice's gaze is exchanging the future for the present.

"Who are you staring at?"

Sven looked at those scarlet eyes and muttered to himself.

"Do you want to know?"

The sudden sound made Sven shudder, and he turned to look, only to see the person he least wanted to see here.

"Brother, do you want to know the answer?"

Sophia stood there, smiling softly.