"Only chance is a very cunning term, full of suspicion of exculpation. 'This is my only chance! So I have to seize it!!' In more than 90 percent of the cases, it will be followed. A masterful account of his crimes.
'I can only save my wife by stealing the passerby's wallet' 'I must poison my wine now to become the president, otherwise I will be an insignificant clerk all my life' If I don't put me My brother pushed me down from the window, and he would immediately turn around and grill my conscience face to face'...
And so on. Countless.
When someone tells you that this is their only chance, you'd better immediately check your wallet, drop your glass, close the windows and check the expressions on everyone's faces.
After all, this may be your only chance. Don’t ask how to identify it! When it comes, you'll feel it. If you feel nothing. Then turn to page 1867. They will tell you how to repent. "
——"Walking with Willy Shaw——A Biography of Ezhaint Sinkardstu"
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"Ah!" Asimov shouted. "It's so unexpected!! You imprisoned the devil of all the devils!!! Thanks to you!!! Otherwise I would have been doomed today!!!"
The devil of all devils. Yi Cha couldn't help but smile. Beelzebub would have liked the name.
"I didn't expect it either." He replied simply.
Indeed, he didn't expect it, he just did it. Even in doing so, he didn't know if he could do it. Admitting his own foresight seems too grandiose. Many times, even the worst things happen just by taking advantage of the situation... and the lifelong contract with Beelzebub played a role. The blood they shared did the trick. But not enough for him to hurt her.
Especially hurting her so evilly. Not in Chaos Hell, some grotesque demiplane, or even the only star oddity where he has great power.
Except here. Vientiane Forest seemed to offer the only chance. They happened to be far away from what they were familiar with, everything they had grasped, except for each other - that hopeless, close connection remained unchanged. In any case, this brings the two creatures closer and more dependent on each other. It breeds camaraderie and trust.
Conditions are also provided.
Asimov is stretching out his upper body and moving his hands. Apparently, his mind and body had calmed down and he had a more accurate understanding of his powers. As he moved his hands, countless candles flew out of the palace windows with their flame tails. Floating higher and higher. They light up a cloud and make it burn like a flammable object.
The burning clouds illuminated the gap left by the six-pointed star - they were in a world where candles could light up the sky, it was absolutely true. There is no celestial light. There is no second darkness and no second eye. Yi Cha felt the boy break free from his arm easily and fly upwards, carefully examining the criss-crossing traces.
Asimov seems a little unsure whether the combination of those things can be described as a "magic circle". Its edges were scorched black, its lines were fragmented, and there were tiny holes everywhere that made you feel chilling. It looked more like some kind of prison fence that had been violently damaged and roughly repaired. The condition of these bars reveals the terrible power and evil minds of the prisoners within them.
Possibly more terrifying powers and more evil minds. Um. Not more. But it's different...
"Bang!!!!" All the candlelights flickered. Huo Shaoyun couldn't bear such a shock. Scattered into several small, half-dark pieces. Asimov suddenly drifted back. He panicked for a while, waiting to check that there were no major cracks in the lines. He stuck out his tongue happily again.
"I didn't expect the big devil to be here at all." The boy laughed. "Almost... I thought I was invincible!! Why didn't you warn me earlier? Uncle Duke? If I knew the big devil was there, I wouldn't have done anything wrong."
"Hi! I know." He quickly came over. Take care of yourself and answer the call. "You believed in me. Thank you!! I betrayed your trust. You still protected me! Right?"
"But it's okay now! Are we okay?" Asimov said again. "We'll be fine."
Icha watched him return to him. Soon, they were sitting in the palace reception room, which was dimly lit, had soft carpets, and seats that met all standards for sitting, lying, and riding.
The stars fell and the group fell into eternal darkness. About a third of the vampires became liquid during Beelzebub's rage. The Specter's losses were countless. More than two hundred candles in the room have spent their lives in the temptation just now. But it was nothing compared to the smile on the emperor's face. After the near miss just now, the new emperor of the regiment became more talkative.
Yi Cha listened patiently and occasionally answered a question or two. The big time has passed. But he still has some small options. Like leaving at any time.
It wasn't that he felt hesitant or shouldn't leave. But still sitting here.
The reorganized ghost brought the stone plate. Asimov grabbed it casually and raised his glass to him. For about four brief moments he acted exactly like Rasnorro. But soon the resemblance disappeared when the boy drank the contents of four cups and two pots in one gulp and burped loudly.
"Thank you, Uncle Duke." Asimov said for the thousand and first time, his red eyes sparkling with admiration. "I don't understand how you did it at all! And I've even read your diary!"
"That's not a diary. Besides, I don't keep a diary."
(Time, seventh day. Weather, flaming clouds. The new emperor of the regiment had a sudden idea and broke the prison of the Lord of Hell. If it were Lasnoro Benches Lang, he would definitely not be able to provoke such a big deal even if he thought about it. trouble. Of course, Lasnuolo has never been an absolute leader in any sense. Therefore, it is difficult to judge what approach he will take in this situation.
This is no excuse.
The real excuse is that the method of confinement itself is flawed. After all, it was barely achieved through countless coincidences and flashes of inspiration. So remedies, admonitions, and warnings are necessary. And all three of these have already been implemented. This excuse was almost perfect, and the non-demons present, no matter how knowledgeable they were, could not tell the difference between a full-fledged act and a lucky evil.
If any problems or accidents arise, they will just be problems and accidents. As long as you express deep regret, no one will find out. Besides, even if he was really discovered, he would still have the final excuse to use. )
He had already used that excuse.
(End of chapter)
