Char raised his eyebrows, and at some point, a stranger sat across from him.

Black hair and black eyes, Greek nose, and appearance and temperament are not ordinary.

To be honest, if this kind of stranger suddenly came over and spoke to him in an acquaintance's tone in another world, Char would generally think that it was a new type of scam.

But obviously, the mysterious language that this man just spoke was enough to prove that he was not an ordinary person.

Char knows only a handful of people in this world.

He knew even fewer people who really had special powers.

The old man counted one, Sebas counted one, and the Wilderness Witch barely counted one.

The network is simple, and it is easy to sort things out.

What makes the person with special powers in front of you recognize himself as another person.

Thinking about it, it seems that there is only the old man's line.

Char took the old man's place, and it was reasonable to be mistaken for the old man.

Moreover, he also said that he was going to be younger than he had seen in the past, which further supported this suspicion.

The person in front of him should be the old acquaintance of the old man, but he should not be very familiar, otherwise he will not admit his mistake.

In this era of the end of the law, there should not be many mages and other entities without formal units, excluding the influence of fate.

Char is more inclined to believe that the person in front of him is from a regular unit, and he can guess in the direction of Hades.

And those who can communicate with "fate" in this tone should be gods or the like.

Therefore, the person in front of him is either the real god of death or the god of sleep.

In fact, if Sebas were here, he might have recognized the person in front of him as the Great Grim Reaper he had seen earlier, Thanatos.

Char silently picked up the tea in front of him and said with a smile.

"Sir, did you recognize the wrong person?"

He looked at Char and raised his hand at the same time.

Hart slowly appeared at their side, but at the moment his eyes were distracted, and he looked like he had lost consciousness.

"He's fine, he'll be conscious when I leave."

Looking at Char, who was looking at Hart, Tanatos spoke.

"I searched his memory for your appearance and name.

You can't be found in the Book of the Dead, you are not him, who are you? ”

It turned out that it was because of Hart, Char thought to himself.

He presents the Book of the Dead, and Char officially confirms His identity.

It should be because of the fate he gave that caused Hart to change the established death, and the god of death, who is dead, will naturally be aware of it.

While this was due to his lack of information about the Book of the Dead, it was also a mistake on his part, and he wasn't going to get into the shoes of something so quickly.

"If you try to hide, no one will be able to find you."

Thanatos continued, "You waited for me here on purpose, right? ”

No, I just wanted to have lunch here, Char thought to herself.

But Char obviously can't say that.

Although the god in front of him had always wanted to communicate with him as an equal, he could still hear some jealousy, even fear, in his tone.

The fear clearly came from the old man.

If he says he's not who he thinks he is, this jealousy might turn into something unfriendly.

After all, in fact, Char is not strong now, at least to God, he is weak.

"I never wait for anyone on purpose." Char smiled, "It's fate that allows you and me to meet here." ”

Ambiguous words can give Char a lot of initiative.

Thanatos was speechless, he raised his hand, and a scythe-like key appeared in his hand, and he threw the key to Char.

"I have decreed that all changes to the Book of the Dead should be ignored.

In the future, there will be no death to bother you.

This key allows you to enter and leave Hades freely, and if you want to find me, use this to summon me. ”

After a pause, He said, "Don't call my real name anymore." ”

While it is possible to call Him in both ways, it is a completely different feeling for Thanatos.

Suppose He is sleeping in a room with the door closed, and the key can knock on His door to wake Him, and He just responds and goes out.

Char's call to His real name was to break through the door even more brutally and kick Him awake.

Crucially, he couldn't be sure where Char, who called his real name, was.

That is, after kicking Him awake, he will disappear, and it is up to Him to guess why they kicked Him awake.

Char took the small scythe-shaped key, looked at it carefully, and nodded in evaluation.

"It's exquisitely done."

Thanatos looked at Char, "You haven't appeared in thousands of years, I don't know what exactly you're trying to do now, and I don't want to know."

But what I want you to know is that no matter what you want to do, Tartarus can cooperate. ”

Char continued to take a sip of tea.

The Great Grim Reaper doesn't seem to know who he, or "them", really are.

Otherwise, He wouldn't have said such things.

Because, no one can easily resist fate.

Even that variable is in a sense part of fate.

There is no such thing as "cooperating or not cooperating", because, when the gears of fate turn, everyone has no choice.

"You seem to be thinking a little too much." Char said with a smile on her face, "I'm just here for lunch, that's all."

As for what the future holds, I suppose fate should give the answer, won't it? ”

After a pause, Char raised his eyes and looked at him and said, "Do you want to stay and eat together?" I can give you another one. ”

Thanatos stared at him silently, without a word, he slowly got up, and then, turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared in place....

Watching where the Great Grim Reaper had disappeared, Char raised her eyebrows and placed the teacup in her hand on the table.

At first, he thought that the Grim Reaper had come to question him why he was interfering with death.

But then he found that it was more like a show of loyalty than a question.

He had in his bones the pride of being a god, the son of one of the primordial gods, Nyx, and a wolf-like unruliness.

But at this moment, in front of him, he behaved like a wolf that had been domesticated.

Of course, Char knew that it was not he who domesticated Him, but his predecessor.

He couldn't help but wonder what the old man had done to the Grim Reaper that would make him so in awe of him.

But obviously, he can't know now.

He took the little scythe in his hand and played quietly.

He didn't expect to get a summoned beast just by going out for lunch.

Of course, he couldn't summon this summoned beast easily, because the more times he summoned, the easier it was for him to discover his bottom line.

But before he can completely control the power that the old man gave him, as long as he uses it in the right way, it will be a good hole card.

With the departure of the Great Grim Reaper, Hart's eyes, who had lost consciousness on one side, slowly regained their charm.

While he was still a little confused about why he was here, he saw Char.