"So what are our protagonists doing now?" Dan restrained the jealousy on his face and asked about Fran instead.

The old butler sighed, "Master Fran is chatting with Mr. Pawn in the room. Mr. Danshi, do you really agree that Fran will be the bearer of the weight of the lost country? ”

Dan chuckled and explained to the butler.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if I agree with it or not. The point is that Fran must accept the weight of the country, which the pawn sees very clearly. The old fox must have figured out Fran's situation, and was sure that my father and I would never give up an anchor point at our fingertips. Even if the price of this anchor is not insignificant. ”

The old butler nodded, signaling that he knew these inside stories, and then continued to ask, "But the young master, will you agree?" ”

"My unpleasant brother is not as wretched as he seems, how could he turn down an ally?"

"But ......"

Dan waved his hand to interrupt the old butler's words, "But is that the weight of the country?" Think about it, does that stupid guy really care about that kind of thing? ”

The old butler was dumbfounded, and when he thought about it, it seemed that with Franc's temperament, the possibility of refusing was extremely small. After all, it was a wandering soul, the only chance to seize the power?

"So, the rest is up to the pawnbroker to persuade my brother." Dan Yan pulled the document next to him and flipped through it, "I just hope he can make Fran give up that ridiculous idea." ”

On a soft, high-backed chair, Pawn and Fran sat opposite each other. Fran coughed weakly, leaned back in his chair, and looked quietly at the strange old man in front of him.

The old man's old face was full of wrinkles, and his extraordinarily pale face was full of death. There was a stiff smile on that old face.

"Let me introduce myself, Lao Yu is a pawn in charge of foreign affairs and ethnic affairs among the nine secretaries of the dead country." The pawn nodded to the frail boy in front of him, his eyes full of appreciation.

"I'm Fran." Fran said briefly, that the pervasive itching and weakness in his body made it difficult for him to devote his energy to dealing with an old man he had never met.

The pawn didn't care about Fran's rudeness, he had lived long enough to see that the frail boy in front of him could struggle to sit in front of him, which was already extremely polite. "The night you killed Hannah, Lao Yu was watching from the scene, and even after you fell into a coma, it was Lao Yu who helped you sort out your mess of physical condition."

"Thank you."

Fran thanked him earnestly.

"Don't thank the old man." The pawn looked Fran up and down, his eyes were full of appreciation for his juniors, "It is worthy of the existence of being able to slaughter gods, but it can be regarded as a young talent, young and promising." ”

Fran smiled a somewhat weak, but equally stiff.

"You're here, Mr. Pawnke, and if you know what Hannah is like, don't make fun of me."

"Yes, but it's also something to be proud of to be able to kill such a god with such a weak body. Although you have the credit of that KitKat armor, but in terms of the courage to face the gods alone, most of the younger generation are not as good as you. The pawn picked up the hot tea on the table, took a sip lightly, tasted the hot tea in his mouth, and looked at the green leaves in the cup like a lonely boat drifting, "But the old man heard a joke." A lone wolf fights a sick tiger, and the lone wolf narrowly wins, but is bullied by a group of snow rabbits. He put the teacup on the table, raised his eyes, looked at Fran in front of him, whose face changed slightly, and sighed, "Fran, what do you think of this joke?" ”

Fran lowered his head, his tone was flat, but there were thorns in his words, "Sir, I also heard a joke. The hunter laughs when he sees the lone wolf being bullied by the snow hare, but he does not see that there are still two sheep in the lone wolf's den that need to be cared for. ”

The pawn laughed, "It's a funny joke, but Fran, you're naïve. You're not a lone wolf, and the bugs aren't snow hares. ”

"But sheep are sheep, and that's enough." Fran raised his purple eyes and shook his head slightly at the pawn, seemingly unaware of the meaning contained in the pawn's words.

The pawn stroked his palms and smiled, and his evaluation of this little guy in his heart was a few points higher, he was not arrogant or arrogant, he was prepared for danger in times of peace, and he knew how to advance and retreat, and he could already be regarded as a character. It's a pity that it's too naïve and hasn't experienced some dirty.

"Do you know where you are now?" The pawn suddenly turned up, his eyes full of seriousness, "You are already on the verge of being lost." ”

When Fran heard this, his face remained unchanged, but the palm of his hand pressed on the armrest suddenly clenched into a fist. Seeing Fran's reaction, the pawn was sure in his heart, and continued, "Aren't you really afraid that the lone wolf will go crazy and eat the sheep in the nest?" Your current situation is already dangerous. As you grow, the divinity within you has begun to come alive and revival, greedily devouring what little humanity you have left. If it weren't for the armor called the Feast, you would have lost yourself by being too active in your divinity. Even so, do you want to give up the feast? ”

Fran pursed his lips and lowered his eyes as he looked at the intricately patterned carpet.

"Even because of that battle with Hannah, you more or less came into contact with and devoured Hannah's divinity. And that divinity has become the thread that draws the divinity of the rejoicing reveler within you. Don't think that it's a good thing that your humanity is active now, as long as you give up the feast that the feaster has imposed on you, and within a month, the divinity will inevitably fight back, and then you will be completely lost due to the conflict between the two divinities. Become a ridiculously ugly monster and slaughter everything you care about. ”

The pawn pursed his lips a little dry, he was so impassioned, his expression was excited, he was questioning Fran!

"So even so! Are you also going to let go of that anchor that is so important to you? ”

"Yes." This time, Fran replied without hesitation. Isn't it just lost after losing the anchor point? Fran didn't care, even a long time ago he knew what would happen to him as a demon. He was demonic and couldn't leave Orin, but Morin and Poson weren't, and with the money he had saved up all these times, as well as the funds from the Norton Pavilion, he could send them to a safe place. It really doesn't work, he can still kneel and beg the brother whose origin is unknown and whose purpose is unknown, to let him leave Orin with those two brothers and sisters and find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to spend the rest of his life.

As for Furron?

In Fran's future plans, he never thought about himself. As a demon, as a demon with a divine nature, Fran understands that he is nothing more than a precarious worm, and that he must be brave enough to become a moth to a fire when some existence needs it. But he doesn't care, it doesn't matter, moths are moths. Even occasionally Fran would hope that the day of putting out the fire would come earlier, after all, early death and early rebirth.

But what does all this have to do with those two stupid guys? Isn't it that when I was a child, I inadvertently relied on my physical fitness far beyond ordinary people to protect them? As for following him and bothering him for so long? Hurry up and go away, don't get in the way of him living alone.

The pawn's face suddenly became a little sad, and he looked at Fran like a charitable old man looking at a naughty junior who did not listen to dissuasion, "It's also a little guy who likes to go his own way, no wonder Your Majesty is interested in you......"

Fran frowned, not understanding what the words meant by the pawn's mouth.

"Do you want to hear a story?" There was a hint of embarrassment and remembrance in the pawn's stiff smile, and he didn't care about Fran's frowning brows, but just talked to himself.

"Once upon a time, there was a prosperous and powerful country, and the people of that country were industrious, kind, and lived in peace and contentment. The palace was also safe, and the new emperor attached great importance to political affairs and worked hard. The country is growing stronger, and because a scarce spell resource has been mined, there are many traders who are willing to come from afar to trade with the powerful country. At that time, within the dynasty, the government was harmonious. ”

"But all this has changed since a butterfly arrived......"

"It was the greedy butterfly who had not yet become a god, and he came to that kingdom and made a bet with the young emperor with the lives of hundreds of millions of people in the kingdom. Bet that you can't kill all the creatures in this plane in one day. The greedy butterfly tells the young emperor that he will win. He bets that he can kill them all, that all the people in the kingdom will become his followers, that the emperor bets that he will not kill them all, and that all the believers who are greedy butterflies will die violently. It's an unfair gamble, and it's in the hands of the greedy butterfly. The Butterfly of Greed is extremely cunning, and if he kills all the creatures in this plane, where will he get the believers to bet on? In other words, he didn't care if he could kill them all, or rather, he didn't mean to fulfill the gamble at all. He expected that the young emperor would not be able to watch his people die, and he gambled that the young emperor would kneel on the ground and admit defeat to Him, so that he would be able to obtain a plane of believers completely and easily. Of course, the young emperor can choose to continue not to admit defeat and continue to gamble. In this way, the Butterfly of Greed will definitely be defeated, but the kingdom will inevitably suffer a terrible price. ”

"And then?" Furlong didn't know why, but suddenly became a little interested in the story.

The pawn fell into the memory, and the expression on his face showed a look of humiliation.

"The shameless gods are so high, how can mortal people and mortal kings resist it? Fortunately, there is less than a month left before the gambling game officially begins. After Jiuqing thought about it together, we old guys finally lowered our heads. But the emperor, who had always been steady, came up with a crazy plan......"