"Can't I'm going to die, I can't even be happy?" Frederick glanced at Filia with contempt, and the girl became even more furious. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He tilted his head and leaned against the window pane to look at Philia: "I will be entangled in choosing a ice cream for a long time, but I have to play a wise and decisive character, I think I have done a good enough job, and I am tired enough to persevere." Do you know why I am so keen on the bloody and glorious charge, because I want to rest, I am so sleepy that my eyelids fight, and the glorious and beautiful death, like the sleep of closed eyes, makes me hard to refuse. ”

"**** you...... Mom......" Philia almost got up, glared at him with her eyes open, and was so angry that her teeth "clucked" and fought.

She had always admired Frederick's fearlessness, which bordered on recklessness, and for his bravery and unhesitating sacrifice constituted the holiest knightly soul in Filia's mind. She loved Frederick as much as she loved the knight of her dreams. Frederick's drunken words seemed to shatter the idol in her mind, and she wanted to wake him up with a punch.

Frederick was so drunk that he saw Filia's irritation, but he ignored it, tilted his head and continued: "Look, I can't live up to your expectations, and you're angry. Everyone in the world is like this, they are accustomed to judging the lives of others with a few words, and if they do not conform to their hearts, they will use foul language and evil words against each other. That's why I'm happy to die, because I'm fed up with your needs, because I'm too tired to play what you need anymore. But just as I was rejoicing, I heard the Sith say something fucking that made me want to rip his double balls out. ”

"What?" asked Felia coldly. Her chest heaved rapidly, and she stared out the window in annoyance, unable to look directly at Frederick.

"He said that Elena would be fucked by Ferdinand in 108 positions until she had a baby, that my sister would lose the case and be exiled to a young prostitute, and that my brother would be allied with Ferdinand—you know? If I hadn't been nailed to the ground, I would have 'fucked the Bird Girl again' with my sword. Frederick laughed, filled with wine, but his eyes sparkled and spewed flames as he stared at Filia: "Yes, death detached me, but I am very nostalgic for this miserable world, because hatred binds me to this hot land, because even if my personality is shattered and my body withers, I will drag Ferdinand to hell alive, otherwise I will not be able to look at it in peace! Elena is my duty, my sister is my duty, my brother is my everything." A decent man, if he abandons his responsibilities and obligations, is not even qualified to smile and close his eyes! ”

Frederick grunted through gritted teeth, holding the bottle, curled up by the glass window, trembling with rage, and saw that Filia was thrilled and dumbfounded. Then Frederick stared straight at the wooden table, his resentful gaze almost digging into the wood to make fire, and he trembled angrily: "Even though my heart is licking with anger, my life is so cold that I can only make blink movements, let alone reach out and grab the crotch of the Sith." At that time, the Law Field Generator sensed my fury and proposed a plan to save me: it tried to use the remaining temperance power to open a dimensional wormhole in the Law Field, destroy my physical body into a particle form, pass through the dimensional wall into pieces, reach the divine realm, and then reorganize into a human form, directly meet the Lord of all things, the ultimate creator God, and beg God the Lord of Heaven to give me the opportunity to turn defeat into victory. ”

"Ding...... Law Field Generator?" Philia was dumbfounded. She had just been impressed by Frederick's self-breakthrough spirit, and was admiring it with sour heart, when she heard an inexplicable term, and suddenly couldn't keep up with the train of thought.

"It was a cheat, a relic of an ancient civilization, but the message was blocked by the elves, so you don't know. Frederick explained roughly, took a sip of amber liquor with his head held high, and opened his eyes to glare at Filia: "You are rambling, do you still listen?"

Filia was stunned by him, and she was itchy to hear the following, but she didn't dare to talk back, so she lowered her head and sat up straight, pursed her lips aggrievedly, and secretly raised her eyelashes to look at him: "Listen...... I want to listen. Don't kill me. ”

Frederick was pleased with the knight's docile appearance, pushed the bourbon bottle, and said, "Pour the wine." ”

Filia was bullied by him for the first time, pursed her lips and looked at him for a while, and actually picked up the wine bottle and poured a glass shallowly. I endured being stepped on my nose and face.

Frederick stared at the amber liquor poured over the ice cubes in the glass. As soon as Philia put down the bottle, he greedily snatched the glass, drank the ice wine with his head held high, slapped the glass into ice, and leaned back in his chair in a whirlwind, and the conversation box was out of control:

"The Law Field Generator is really powerful. After about 0.1 second, I felt a drainage hole open in my body, and my body was like bath water in a bathtub, twisted into a whirlpool and sucked into the drainage hole, and my internal organs were ground into pulp, and then my bones collapsed, and my muscles were sucked and sucked into mud in the 'drainage hole', and then my neck and brain were slammed down, like a dog falling into a meat grinder, crackling into foam, stabbing and sucking into the 'wormhole', and then I lost consciousness. ”

"Isn't this dead!" cried Filia, her voice aching like holding the corpse of a pet.

"Every time you cross the dimensional wall, it is a process of disintegration and reconstitution of the body. It's just that the personality has not changed, and the memories have been preserved. Although the process was more exciting, the outcome was not affected. Frederick's eyelids were so drunk that his eyelids were fighting, still afraid that Philia would worry, so he raised his index finger and tried to explain, trying to comfort her: "Because only the particles that exist can penetrate the dimensional wall, they are protected by the power of discipline, like a ray of light to the divine realm, and then with the power of discipline, the particles are reassembled and restored to the flesh." If you want to teleport to the divine realm, this is the only feasible solution. ”

"I ...... ......" Filia Sakura's lips trembled, and she said a second foul language without grace, stared at Frederick in horror, as if afraid that he would disappear, crossed the table and grabbed his hand, twisted her brows, and asked, "What happened later?

"No, the creator god has criticized me," Frederick said slowly, "and the original text is, 'You are not decisive enough to kill, you might as well die...... But since you're here, go and wash my underwear for me, and I'll consider resurrecting you. ’”

Delphia was stunned, stared at Frederick stupidly for a moment, and then suddenly stood up and touched his forehead.

"I don't have a fever! I'm telling the truth, I'm not talking nonsense!" Frederick blushed and pushed her hand away, exclaiming in dissatisfaction.

"The creator god asked you to wash your underwear? The condition of your resurrection is to wash the underwear of the creator god?" Filia opened her mouth, her ten fingers ploughed in her hair, her eyes fluttered, and she didn't know where to complain: "I...... I can't accept this at all......"

"A basket full of panties. Frederick stared at Filia calmly, "Smelly eyes, fishier than a basket of oysters." I washed for an hour. ”

Filia opened her mouth to ask why the clothes were fishy, but she froze cutely for a second and blurted out, "What does the creator god look like?" (To be continued.) )