"Poof~~" Don Quixote, who was drinking tea carefully, really couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of tea, but fortunately, the woman opposite, oh no, it should be a goddess, it is a real goddess, all the water squirted out by Don Quixote stopped in mid-air, and then one by one it returned to Don Quixote's cup.

Don Quixote, who twitched a few times involuntarily from the corner of his eye, took a deep breath, obviously at this time, what he needed to do was not to accuse this true god, it didn't make any sense, as for asking for help, the sword of time was on Kyle's body, so he couldn't contact his teacher, because of the influence of death, there was no way to use communication spells to find his teacher for help.

However, Don Quixote is not without any chances, of course, his opportunity does not come from the identity of the lich, in fact, Don Quixote knows very well that the most powerful thing about the lich is the soul jump, that is, the lich can choose to use this secret method at any time to let his soul escape from the current position through a loophole similar to the basic rules of the world of Faeron and return to the life box, and the most powerful part of this jump is that even if the life box and the soul are not in the same world, there is no problem, but unfortunately when the person facing is the true god, although Don Quixote has not tried, the instinct in his heart still thinks that he should not escapeAfter all, the true god in front of him doesn't look like the kind who can talk big.

Therefore, Don Quixote's opportunity lies in the fact that the Grim Reaper talked nonsense with him, and did not kill him as soon as he came up, which proves that the unsmiling goddess in front of him has not actually figured out how to deal with it, and this sentence to take Don Quixote away is more of an expression of dissatisfaction, you have ruined my good deeds like this, so that I have lost my interests, and anything, once it is linked to interests, then there is something to talk about.

"Ahem~" Don Quixote gently put down the teacup in his hand, and looked at Osiris, the god of death who was still looking directly at him, with no expression on his face, that, "Lord Death, can you let me defend myself a few words?" I think this should be my right, after all, I only do this to survive, and I haven't done anything disrespectful to you. ”

Osiris tilted her head slightly, as if she felt that what Don Quixote said was also very reasonable, and she couldn't find a place to refute it, "Okay, you say." ”

"Huh~" received an affirmative reply from Osiris, Don Quixote breathed a sigh of relief, "The reason why you want to take me away is that I have changed the future, and the melee that should have happened because of some of my actions, but it didn't happen, and the result is that a large number of undead who should have belonged to you have disappeared, that's what it means." ”

Osiris nodded slightly, and at the same time ate a few pistachios, in fact, she has not eaten for thousands of years, maybe she has not eaten since the goddess of time fell from the altar, after all, among all the true gods, only that woman has this hobby, and likes to bring things from the world of Faren to the god realm.

"But," Don Quixote said in a slightly accentuated tone, shifting Osiris's attention to pistachios to himself, I do this for a reason, first of all, as an order-neutral human with no destructive tendencies, of course, I am a lich now, but as you can see, I can still enjoy everything that humans should enjoy through some methods, I don't like to end other people's lives casually, and war is precisely the most life-consuming activity, you can think about it, if I don't do this, then the only consequence is that the entire Char Empire will break out into a scuffle, countless soldiers will die for those interests that do not belong to them at all, countless civilians, slaves will not even have a home, when I don't have that ability, I may not careBut if I have the ability, and I do it without any effect on me, why can't I do it?

The Grim Reaper seems to have never communicated with people in such depth, Don Quixote's words are obviously a lot, she is trying to think about the problems in it, looking for loopholes, "Goo~" The Grim Reaper, who stared at the pistachios on the plate with a little blank eyes, took another sip of tea, at this time her teacup had bottomed out, and the sharp-eyed Don Quixote immediately smiled and added another cup to Lord Death, "However, you made me lose a lot of souls, those were originally mine, and you changed the future." ”

"Future" Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, and the momentum of the whole person seemed to have changed, this abrupt change made the god of death Osiris instinctively shrink her legs, of course, this is not to be afraid of Don Quixote, even if it is another hundred years and a thousand years, it will be difficult for the man in front of her to cause any harm to the god of death, the reason why she has this kind of performance is entirely because of one point, that is, she found that she didn't seem to be able to say this man, and she had a feeling as if she would be persuaded," Excuse me, Lord Death, can you tell me what the future means, or can you translate the meaning of the word future in your understanding?"

The Grim Reaper lowered his head slightly and took a small sip of tea, "The future is the future that has never happened."

"That's right, the reason why the future is the future is because the future is in the future, if the civil war has broken out, and I stop it again, delay you from harvesting your soul, then you have a reason to sanction me, but in fact, you are judging me at the moment by what has not yet happened, and no one can be sure what will happen in the future, what will happen in the future, why are you sure that Char will definitely have a war in the future?"

"It was bound to happen, and the fact that so much dead air has gathered is proof of this, but now that all this dead air has been purified by you," said Osiris, the god of death, lowered her head again, obviously feeling that her rebuttal seemed to be a little weak.

"It's going to happen," Don Quixote's gaze shifted from Osiris to the table, "You mean the future of the world of Ferren is set?"

"Well," the Grim Reaper seemed to grasp at the straw that saved his life, looking up at Don Quixote, "That's right, under the control of the World Tree, everything in this world is predetermined. ”

"Well," Don Quixote grabbed his hair and pulled the plate of pistachios in front of him from Death, "you say that everything in the world is predetermined, so can you tell me which pistachio flesh I will eat the next moment?" If you can guess correctly, then it proves that what you said is true, everything in this world, past, present, and future, is planned, I will go with you, but if you can't, then you are using the identity of the true god to bully me, the little lich, if so, I will pray to the great goddess of magic to let her decide this matter. ”

"This" Looking at the pile of delicious fruits on the plate, Osiris of death couldn't help but be stunned, obviously, this expressionless goddess is just not good at talking, it doesn't mean that she is stupid, just in an instant, she figured it out, unless she controls the man in front of her, it is impossible for her to guess correctly, she pointed out that any one, he will choose other fruits, however, in an instant, Osiris seems to have thought of a way to crack it, so the finger that had been on Don Quixote's forehead gently pointed to a pistachio on the plate, you will eat this one, as soon as the words fell, Osiris's fingertips overflowed with a trace of pale gray mist, except for that pistachioAll the other pistachios turned into dust and dissipated into the air.

At this moment, looking at the lonely pistachios on the plate, Osiris smiled for the first time, of course, her smile was only a slight upward movement at the corner of her mouth, fleeting, but this smile made Don Quixote a little inexplicably throbbing, of course, there was no so-called love at first sight, but as a male surname, the hormones in his body controlled his body at that moment, so Don Quixote, who seemed to feel that he was in danger of getting lost, immediately cut off part of the connection between his body and his soul, and then walked out of the influence of that smile.

"You lost," Osiris's hand was already stretched out to the scythe, although she knew that this man's soul seemed to be a little special, and she couldn't even grab it herself, but that wasn't a problem, she could directly pull this body closer to the underworld, as for the lich's escape skills, it was not invulnerable in the eyes of the true god, after all, who knew better than the true god than to exploit the loopholes in the basic rules of the big world?

"Wait," Don Quixote smiled slightly, "I haven't even chosen yet, so why did you decide for me?"

"But," Osiris looked down at the plate again, and there was only one solitary pistachio, "and there was only one." ”

Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders, "When I traveled to the mainland in the early years, I met a wise man who once heard him say something to me, he told me, this life is like eating pistachios, you never know what the next one will taste like. ”

"Of course, you too, never know which one I'm going to eat next," Don Quixote raised his right hand slightly, and slowly stretched it out towards the face of death.

Osiris didn't know what this man was going to do at the moment, but she didn't hide from the hand that was getting closer and closer to her, because for for the first time in many years, a curiosity had arisen in her heart, and she also wanted to see what this man would do.

Don Quixote's hand was already in front of Osiris's eyes, his thumb and index finger slowly approaching, leaving only a gap, and then he moved his finger to the corner of Osiris's mouth, and took a pistachio pulp about a few millimeters in size from the corner of her mouth, and threw it into his mouth with lightning speed, "I'm sorry, Lord Osiris," Don Quixote pushed the plate down in front of her, "You guessed wrong. ”

"You are cheating!" Osiris's expression became serious, and she stared at Don Quixote with some indignation, but not because of his seemingly frivolous actions, in fact, this goddess has zero perception of this aspect of things, she doesn't care about these things at all, what she is angry about is that Don Quixote cheats, of course, the girl who chose her surname forgot that she played tricks first, "You didn't pick pistachios from the plate, you deceived the true god." ”

Don Quixote leaned back and leaned back comfortably on the sofa, "Lord Osiris, you think carefully about what I just said, which pistachio flesh I will eat, one, I didn't say that I must take it from this plate, two, I didn't say that I was going to eat the flesh of a whole pistachio, I didn't lie to you, so like I said, the future is always uncertain, and my mistake you said before actually does not exist." ”

Osiris found that since she fell off the World Tree to this day, she has never had this sense of powerlessness, that is, she is obviously right, the man in front of her can interfere with the World Tree's overall planning and planning of the entire Faeron World because of a unique ability, but she can't argue with this man, for a while, she doesn't know what to do, just like this man said, if she forcibly brings this person back to the underworld, the eldest sister will definitely punish her, even if it is directly extinguished, it will also touch the restrictions left by the father Peter Pan Gu, and it will also be discovered by the eldest sister, because at this moment her heart already thinks that Don Quixote is right.

"However, you really made me lose a lot of souls, you are still a fraudster, you have to pay!" For a long time, Osiris held back such a sentence (to be continued. )