Sit on your throne.

Taking advantage of the geographical advantage, he looked down at the Charald who was standing not far away and thinking about life, looking a little dazed. Coles.

Meier. Dylan sighed inwardly.

He understood.

If you look at it from a different angle.

Replace the other person with yourself.

I'm afraid that I will be at a loss like the other party.

What did I just hear?

What did I just hear?

What did I just miss?

……

Human beings are instinctively at a loss when faced with something completely unexpected or even imaginary.

However, as an admirer of Charade. Coles's people, he still said to the other party:

"Just like I said before."

"Charade. Coles, you are a gifted man. ”

"Moreover, not only the talent, but also the character, heart, and will, are extremely perfect in my eyes, and may even be more perfect than myself, I sincerely appreciate you."

"What if...... I mean, if, one day, you can give up your unrealistic ideals and join me, then I will tell you what I know. ”

"Trust me, those secrets are absolutely significant."

"It will make you look forward to your future life a lot, and you will no longer be stuck in some meaningless little things."

In Mayer. Dylan's life.

Naturally, he has seen a lot of strong people.

However.

Like Charade. Coles was such a good and suitable collaborator that he only knew one person.

Character, strength, talent, all have nothing to say.

That's why.

He would only give the other party a token to enter and exit the Lost City, and admit to him that he was a guy who survived from the time of Atlantis.

After all, there is no crisis on Earth at the moment that can cause him distress.

But when the time came to the day of liberation.

Facing a new world and a new future...... Even he felt he needed an ally!

A powerful and trustworthy ally who will never stab himself in the back!

Right now.

In the face of his sincere invitation again.

Charade. Coles shook his head slowly:

"That being said."

"But I still think that ideals are more precious."

That's it.

After thinking about it, he said:

"Of course, maybe in the future, when my ideals fall short, I may want to join the Lost City, if I don't die by then."

It's just, Mel. How could Dylan not understand the meaning of his words.

That kind of morning and evening can die.

Once the other party fails.

Probably going to die.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the other party, Mel. Dylan could only say casually:

"Okay."

When he wanted to ask the other party if he wanted to taste the special food here when he came to the [Lost Capital] again after hundreds of years, it was as if he remembered something, and he didn't care too much and said a few words of comfort:

"Actually, there is a better but more difficult solution to all this, and as long as that solution can be reached, then all problems will be easily solved."

"Not only will the so-called aliens no longer be any trouble, but even the human beings on the earth will live happier."

"Even I don't have to wait a long time to stay on the rest of my sentence......"

Mention of the so-called sentence.

His gaze swept lightly at a particular clock hanging from the top of the palace.

There, there is a series of countdown times marked by Atlantean numerals—three million six thousand five hundred and twenty-two, three days, ten hours, twenty-one minutes, and thirteen seconds.

Although he can open the time flow speed of the [Lost Capital] from the outside world thousands of times or even tens of thousands of times.

But even so, for him, this period still symbolizes at least hundreds of years.

Charade. Coles was immediately interested:

"What's the plan?"

After retracting his gaze from the clock.

Meier. Dylan stretched out a finger and gestured to represent one:

"The plan is very straightforward, there is only one condition, that is, a certain Earth Awakener, on the basis of our two existing levels, will successfully advance to the first level again, surpass the [Sublimation Stage], and reach another level!"

"As long as someone can meet this condition, then we will all have a new future."

"Whoever achieves it will be liberated by the entire civilization of the earth......"

Speaking of which.

He also preached with a sigh on his face:

"However, this is too difficult, even I can't say that I can definitely achieve it, so I chose to give up the throne of Atlantis and hide in this isolated [Lost Capital] with my relatives and friends."

But to hear this unexpected answer.

Originally, I thought that the solution would be very, very difficult, so difficult that she felt that she had no hope at all. Coles was immediately slightly stunned.

‘…… That's it? ’

'Is that really it?? ’

This is a slightly confusing feeling.

Silently feeling the strength in his body that is getting stronger and stronger, thinking that in a few months he will reach the peak of his current level, and even has begun to faintly approach another level.

He felt that the plan proposed by the other party did not seem to be too difficult in terms of reaching the conditions, and even a little too natural......

Moreover, I don't know if it's an illusion, he feels that if it's not good, the West God Mercy, who is squatting in the Dongying Kingdom, will reach that level faster than himself.

'So ......'

'The so-called conditions are actually nearing the end of the countdown?' ’

Think of the situation.

Look at Mel again. Dylan's look of embarrassment and admiration.

Charard, whose face was rather grim. Coles chose to be silent and scratched his head slightly.

His face was serious and a little puzzled.

(?w?)

He wanted to ask the other party, if the conditions were really met, then what did the so-called liberation of all mankind mean?

But look at each other's expressions.

He also felt that asking directly might make the other party feel that he was pretending to be forcing something......

After a little thought.

He thought it would be better to wait until he had finished his promotion and then come back to ask the other party.

Anyway, it should only be a few months.

In terms of his concept of time, it can basically be regarded as three or five days in the eyes of ordinary people.

Not at all long.

For Mel who stays in the Lost City. For Dylan, it was even more short-lived to the point of being too lazy to care.

A little earlier, a little later, it makes no difference if you think about it.

So after he nodded solemnly, he said directly:

"Is that so......"

"I guess I understand."

"Since there are still things to deal with, please forgive me for saying goodbye and see you later......"

And looking at him who chose to leave cleanly, Mel. Dylan is also puzzled:

'It's so easy to leave?' ’

Shouldn't he ask what he means by the so-called liberation of all mankind? ’

He had no idea.

In a few hours, that is, a few months in the outside world, they will see each other again.

At that time, his mood will be even more embarrassed and confused......