Chapter 63 Opportunity R

"The plan has changed. You will soon find that you have enough things to do." Yi Cha paused. Here comes another innocuous little opportunity. If a metz were being evaluated here, it would be called chance R. He changed the subject. "I thought you said you urgently needed to visit your friends. Fourteen hours ago."

"Hey. It feels like it was fourteen years ago!"

It's not difficult to tell the age of similar physical creatures, even without eating them yourself. "You were probably not born fourteen years ago." Yi Cha said.

"Yes. Uncle Duke. You are right!"

Asimov shook his little finger. Opportunity R still exists in the current logical space, waiting to be consumed, but the boy's little finger does not touch it. He flattened the map. Look at the colorful sparks that pop up occasionally. "I will always see my friends - perhaps in a future friendly meeting, perhaps in a conference involving everything. In any case, they are doing well under your arrangement."

"My arrangement?"

"I trust you. Uncle Duke. You take care of me this way. You will take care of others too."

"Oh. I wouldn't call that 'care'."

"You also made them your emperors. Really?" Asimov chuckled. "Sister Zhi will be super happy. Wow. What kind of country will she rule?"

"I don't know. And you don't know either."

"Yes." Asimov laughed. "We have no way of knowing!"

"I'm looking forward to it," he continued to himself. "I look forward to the reunion. We will meet again with the borders of our countries."

That's called "elephant". Yi Cha thought. This time the title "Emperor" is also inaccurate - it just represents some kind of crude summary of power. But Willy Shaw isn't here. He has accomplished two important tasks of an author. Finish the work and die. Characters can rename themselves, book titles, and cover changes.

Then Asimov seemed lost in thought. The serious musings of a boy no more than fourteen years old. He had done so many things that no fourteen-year-old boy could do. After a moment he raised his eyes. It's like rediscovering it and checking it here.

He seemed to have it all figured out.

"Will you come back? Uncle Duke."

"I don't think so," Icha said.

The devil tells honest lies at will. Demons speak truths that are not believed. This is the superiority of the devil. This should be added when doing racial propaganda. The devil is racist, most of the time he discriminates against other races, and a small amount of the time he discriminates against himself. Demons don’t do racial propaganda. If "Become a demon now. This is evil." doesn't count.

As if the chair cushions suddenly betrayed them, they all stood up. Look at each other.

"Okay. Uncle Duke. When everything goes well, I will visit you in the places written in your book. Just wait!!" Asimov clapped his hands happily. "I think I should be the representative - it just might be a long, long time before that happens."

"A long time." The inward folding of the Vientiane Forest is infinite. I'm afraid everything will go too smoothly. Like sliding down a slippery slope. It descended smoothly and no one would notice anything unusual for millions of years.

Apparently Asimov didn't notice anything strange now. He raised his face and just smiled. "I forgot. Uncle Duke. What do you want us to call you?"

"Izaint Sinkardstu."

"Okay. Goodbye, Uncle Duke. Come this way." Asimov chuckled and shook his little finger. A dark red curtain was lifted. The back was as dark as the space they were in.

"Okay. Goodbye, Uncle Duke. Come this way." Asimov chuckled and shook his little finger. A dark red curtain was lifted. The back was as dark as the space they were in.

Choose to walk over. He passed through the curtain, heard it lowering behind him, and then passed through many more curtains, connected to their columns—or conversely, in this case the tall, sinister columns that were the filler.

Opportunity R is still floating in the air, waiting to be claimed——

"Devil. Hello."

He recognized the voice and didn't stop. Is this greeting important? Very important. So it doesn't matter if he stops or not.

"Izaint Sinkardstu," the voice called again.

Nerikin's voice changed completely. But the devil never forgets any of his clients, and neither does the world's first vampire.

"Forty million years of Neri gold." Yicha sighed. It seemed that this conversation would not have started without waiting for them to call each other by name. "I don't have what you need now."

Nerikin emerged from behind a curtain, hands behind his back. His appearance also completely changed. Lasnulo Benches Lang, who apparently became Asimov, had a different opinion about what the vampire's grand ancestor should look like.

"You're not a devil anymore. Or are you screwed up? As far as I know, neither."

"I no longer share vision with Nesis. And I have nothing to ask of you. By the way, your last deal was quite reluctant."

"Hardly?" The 40 million vampires showed a slightly surprised expression (obviously, Asimov believed that everyone should be equipped with such an expression, even a guy who was older than most stones). "I said I would protect my bloodline. I did it - oh. I guess what you are trying to mention is that Rathnorro opened Beelzebub's cage without authorization, and accidentally implicated many of my people."

"Do you want to tell me that this is not an accident?"

"It had better be an accident. I may not have mentioned that they are in an exception state of safety protection when they kill each other. This is not a danger, but a natural habit. You should understand best."

indeed. He really understands.

"Indeed. Then, we've written it off. His name is Asimov now. You might as well get used to it early..."

Nerijin snorted. Good temper. But it wasn't enough to stop him. I don’t know where the palace gate is hidden. It was not found in its original place. He speeds up after nearly killing a dishwasher - not to get rid of Nerikin. He can't get rid of him. If returning to the drawing room helps, give it a try.

Just as he thought. He came to a room that was exactly the same, but definitely not the reception room just now. Asimov wasn't in it.

Yi Cha turned around and grinned. "By the way. I suddenly want to know. Do you listen to him now? Or does he listen to you? I know there has just been a big discussion about the meaning of freedom and development. But it doesn't matter if he completely overturns it. If he can listen to you, then How about preparing for a rough education?"

"Obey?" Nerikin smiled enigmatically. "Give up your imagination. The relationship between me and my bloodline will not be that simple. I will not stoop to support him. Nor will I stoop to oppose it."

"That's great. Complex relationships are exactly what I'm missing now." Yi Cha nodded.

Chance R breathes his last breath. rupture.

(End of chapter)