"In other words, he won't help you attack the Vanya Temple."

"Maybe, I don't know."

"You're so badly injured, do you need a bandage? I'm not going to help you find bandages, you have your own bandages. ”

"Have you lived enough? The ghost turned his head, and the coercion turned on.

"No, no, no." He said with a smile, his head tugging. "Are you really going to attack the Wanya Temple?"

Oni looked at the Tower of Babel. "Hmm." He himself didn't know if he would achieve this pattern.

"I heard that Charles, the ruler of their country, is very strong, at least stronger than you." The ghost ignored him, and the pain in his abdomen disappeared.

"His name is Augustus Hilt Porger, he is the equivalent of the God of Creation, he is very strong, he wants to be the master of the world, he is at war everywhere, he is a machine that can only kill. There are countless women who have died at his hands."

Mei Lingta was a little puzzled, please big brother, you are nonsense, I haven't heard of it, I think you are really good, I remember your name so clearly, it must be a perverted old man, killed so many women, if I am the creator god, Lao Tzu can do anything, then Lao Tzu is still the lord of the country, Lao Tzu directly sleeps all over the world.

Otherwise, what Lao Tzu is called omnipotent, I will burp all the words of a word.

"I know you're curious."

You know I'm curious?

"Time has changed, naturally some people don't remember, he is a person who has been engraved in history, maybe he wants to hide, but he is the one who regained the human world from the Yu Clan, and I am far worse than him."

"Augustus, I know, but I haven't heard of the Feather Clan."

"I thought it was a good beginning, but I didn't expect it to be the beginning of a nightmare, he led us to war, plundered the land, and he had more souls under his knife than anyone else."

Mei Lingta thought to himself that Oscar was not only a perverted old man, but also a fanatical war-gotten.

"His men were all disbanded, including me. We are the children of the Feather Clan and humans, the Feather Clan left a lot of documents, Oscar was raised by the people of the Feather Clan, he can read those documents, called the Holy Formula, engraved on the stone wall. ”

"Okay, why go to war?"

"Because of greed, if he hadn't let that warrior pretend to be a peasant...... In a word. He provoked a war between humans and the Feather Clan, and it was he who ......"

"Okay, okay, my teacher, my uncle, what you said about the Yu clan is not based at all, and you are talking nonsense again." He reached out and touched Aragi's forehead, and then touched himself. "I don't have a fever!"

"You ......"

"Teacher, oh! Uncle, the guards patrolling in the Knights are beginning to pay attention to you, this alarms the royal family, the king already knows about your existence, I know that you have a long life, there is no record of the Yu clan in human history, wash and sleep! ”

"Sooner or later, this matter will really come to light, you are far from your father."

"Okay, you're going to wear this for the next few days." He pointed to the clothes on the bed, "Don't let the guards find you." ”

"No need, when will the Vanya Temple attack Varkara, tomorrow I will find someone to resist the Vanya Temple, relying on the army is just a moth to the fire."

Mei Lingta turned around to get the clothes, the speed became more and more sluggish, and finally he was motionless, maintaining the action of taking the clothes, the curtains looked like outstretched hands, suspended in mid-air, and there was no cold wind blowing in outside, everything in the world seemed to stop, and time was frozen.

Mei Ling Pagoda is like a sculpture, I can't even feel my breath, a pair of small hands support the window edge, leaning out half of his body, looking left and right at the city, his eyes seem to stay on the Tower of Babel.

"You're really haunted." The ghost said slowly. Suddenly there was one more person in the room, it was a child, the world seemed to be only him and the ghost who could move, the others became dead and silent, the boy had purple eyes, dressed like a king, wearing a crown, like a little king.

"Long time no see. "The little boy waved at Ariki and said hello.

"Are you really going to pull him in?"

The little boy dressed in the king's costume put his arm on the shoulder of the Mei Ling Tower, and a trace of sadness passed through his eyes, but Yuki did not speak, just stared blankly at the moonlight Babel Tower reflected in the night.

"It's going to die, I've watched him grow up, and I'm a little sad to think that he's going to die." The little boy pulled the collar of his trench coat for Meltartar, played with his hair, and playfully drew his iron sword and gestured at the void.

"He's not going to die"