"What do you want from me?"
Full of doubts, Toure followed Mavey to the balcony. On the street outside, there were still nobles on the Royal Navy's arrest list.
"If you have anything to say, just say it quickly. There are still a lot of things to do!"
"Are you hiding something from me?" Ma Wei asked.
Tu Lei was stunned for a moment, then immediately denied: "I have nothing to hide from you. Even if I hide it from you, it is a personal matter. I can't even tell you about my private life!"
"You and Grace have been married for five years."
"Grace? Why did you mention her?"
"In five years, you didn't even have a child." Ma Wei turned around and said, "Ture, can you do it?"
"I thought you were going to say something."
Toure grinned: "There is no problem with my relationship with Grace! I don't want to be childless, but she just can't get pregnant! Now is not the time to worry about this, let's talk about it after we finish our work!"
He turned and walked towards the house, but the sound of gunfire behind him made Toure pause.
He lowered his head and looked at the wet clothes on his abdomen and the blood that was constantly pouring out. He turned back and asked in confusion: "Why are you?"
Before the smoke from the gun had dissipated, Ma Wei put away the revolver and said calmly: "Don't worry, I avoided the vital point."
Hearing the gunfire, the soldiers waiting outside were about to rush in, but Ma Wei shouted back, leaving only Yunia beside him.
Seeing the blood change from surging to sparse, and the wounds from horrific to healed, Ma Wei's eyes darkened: "Do you really have nothing to tell me, Tu Lei?"
When the words came to his lips, Toure suddenly paused, hesitated for a moment, and smiled to himself: "How did you find out?"
"The ancient god forces said that they want to take away a soul that should have died long ago. I guess it is you." Ma Wei looked serious: "In the Battle of Perea Sea, the bullet hit your left chest, which is where the heart is. He shouldn’t have survived.”
Looking at the calm night sky, Tu Lei took a deep breath and exhaled it for a long time, as if all the troubles he had accumulated over the years were vented, and he suddenly felt more relaxed.
He pulled open his clothes, revealing his broad chest. On the left chest, the scar of the bullet was clearly visible. It hit the heart squarely.
"You're right, that stray bullet hit my heart. I fell into the water. I didn't even have the strength to struggle. I just felt cold, biting cold."
Toure lowered his head and stroked the location of the bullet hole: "Just when my consciousness was about to disappear, the demons found me. I begged them to save me. I don't have the backbone of a soldier at all, do you know? "
"I'm afraid of death. I'm very scared. I'm not as great as you think. I only had one idea in my mind at the time, survive!"
"Mawei, I am different from you. Sometimes I will be jealous of you, because no matter what you do, you will do whatever it takes. Even if you have to sacrifice your life, you will not hesitate. This is courage. You must sacrifice everything to achieve your goals. Courage!”
Tu Lei shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Being my guard is a sign of your talent. I have known for a long time that your stage is not with me. You are not a green leaf, and I am not a red flower."
Ma Wei didn't answer and looked at Tu Lei quietly.
Touré spoke very well, as if he had said nothing and yet as if he had said everything.
But he avoided the crucial point.
Touré said that he made a deal with the devil because he was afraid of death, so the devil should not take away his soul. This is a direct cause and effect.
Since the devil wants to take away his soul, it means that the wish he made is not to live, but to something else.
So Ma Wei didn't believe it.
He didn't believe a word Touré said.
Because from just now to now, Toure has not shown any desire to survive.
He was begging for death.
"You don't want me to save you." Ma Wei said suddenly.
"This is your misunderstanding."
"No, you said you were afraid of death, but you are begging for death. You have never been good at lying, Toure, your lies are so lame and disgusting."
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"Why don't you want me to save you? Do you really want to die? If you want to be free, just pretend I didn't say anything."
"I am a walking corpse now." Toure said with a sad smile: "My soul no longer belongs to me. As a price, they have taken away half of my soul, and the contract has been set. Do you know the price of violating the contract? ?”
"Know."
Demons have an inexplicable obsession with contracts, which may be related to the power of the ancient god of the contract. In short, they will definitely abide by the contract.
If the contract cannot be fulfilled, the devil who made the contract will be punished. This punishment is extremely serious, far more terrible than death.
You can escape, but the contract will be enforced sooner or later.
But there are not exceptions.
As far as Ma Wei knows, once a contract is established, the consent of both parties is required to cancel it, and it is impossible for the devil to cancel the contract unless...
Trade it for something more important.
Toure has paid the price with his own soul, what else can he offer?
He has no value, and Ma Wei must pay the price.
After experiencing so many things, how could Toure not know that he was just a pawn and that the devil's real target was actually Ma Wei?
If Ma Wei ran to make a deal with the devil for him, he would have fallen into the devil's trap.
At No. 9 Downing Street, the devil quietly reminded him that he was digging a hole for Ma Wei.
As an imperial soldier, Touré could not let the Archpope pay a high price for himself.
As a friend, Toure is even less likely to allow Ma Wei to make a deal with the devil.
"My life should have been left in the Perea Strait and slept under the sea." Toure said: "Don't think that saving me is for my own good. Sometimes death is a kind of relief."
"A normal death may be a relief, but selling your soul to the devil is definitely not."
Ma Wei shook his head: "I will handle this matter, and I will send Edward to protect you in the near future."
"I do not need."
"Don't be so selfish!!!"
Ma Wei suddenly broke out and roared at Toure: "Can death take away everything? Yes, you are no longer in pain and have no worries, but what about the living people? The pain you gave up will Transfer it to them! Death is a kind of relief, but living requires courage! Especially living with pain!"
In Toure's dumbfounded eyes, Ma Wei gritted his teeth and said: "Those who want you to live, you should not let them down, and those who don't want you to live, let alone let them succeed! Do you understand!"
"Why bother?" Tu Lei smiled bitterly: "Do you think it is necessary?"
"If I didn't think it was necessary, I wouldn't advise you, Yunia, let's go."
"Um!"
Taking Yunia with him, Mavi returned to the palace and learned that Arthur had gone to the old king's palace, so he hurried over.
In the dimly lit room, there was no trace of the queen. Only the pale, old and withered King Rhodes IV lay sickly on the bed, panting hard. Every time he breathed, he made a buzzing sound like a broken bellows. Like a mummy.
Arthur stood in front of the window, holding a candle and looking at him coldly.
The flame burned the core of the candle and melted the hot wax. Tilt it slightly, and a drop of wax fell on the forehead of Rhodes IV. The hotness prompted him to open his eyelids, but there was only a white mist in his eyes.
"Who is who"
Rhodes IV was blind. In the last moments of his life, he could only see a little bit of light, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a white cloth.
"Arthur. Is that you Arthur?"
Old and skinny fingers grabbed Arthur's lapel. Rhodes IV used all his strength to sit up, but he could only sit up halfway. After several attempts, he was completely exhausted.
Arthur looked on coldly, showing no intention of helping.
"It's really you."
Rhodes IV guessed the identity of the visitor, and a smile appeared on his lips: "My son. My proudest son, Arthur."
"Don't call me by my name. My mother gave it to me. You don't deserve it." Arthur finally spoke.
"Yes. I don't deserve it. After all, I sent someone to kill her."
Blue veins popped out, Arthur clenched his fists fiercely, and his breathing became heavy: "Really. Is it you? Why! Why! She is your favorite woman! Why did you kill her!!!"
"Because she deserves to die!"
Rhodes IV suddenly stood up like a zombie, his two gray eyes bulged, and he stretched his neck as hard as he could. His skull-like face was full of ferocity: "She has an affair with another man, shouldn't she die?!"
"Is that the Marquess of Swansea?"
"it's him"
After a brief comeback, Rhodes IV returned to his dying state. His condition became more serious, and his voice became unclear: "But you are my son. My biological son."
"I don't feel honored."
"Are you here to avenge Sophia?"
"I said that I would personally kill the murderer of my mother."
Arthur took out a rusty broken arrow from his arms, the arrowhead was stained with dark blood: "Use this arrow to kill my mother."
"I am your biological father"
"Then you deserve to die even more!!!"
Arthur yelled: "You killed the woman you loved most, you killed my mother! You should kill me too! Otherwise I will definitely avenge her! I have been waiting for this day for fifteen years! Fifteen years Years and seventy-three days!!!”
There are still 17 hours left, Rhode IV said silently in his heart.
"I love Sophia, she is the love of my life." Rhodes IV said: "She should not betray me. Anyone who betrays should die!"
Arthur shouted, raised the arrow, and was about to pierce Rhodes IV's chest.
"Kill him and you will fall into his trap."
The arrow paused in the air, and Arthur asked without looking back: "Father, are you going to stop me?"
"I'm just here to remind you." Ma Wei said calmly: "I asked Derote about Princess Sophia. She told me that Princess Sophia would give birth to a monarch. If he kills his own blood relatives, he will He becomes something like a devil, but he will lead the Kingdom of Windsor to glory."
"This is a game. Rhodes IV is begging for death. He hopes that you will kill him with your own hands. In this way, his goal will be achieved."
"hehe."
Hearing Ma Wei's voice, Rhodes IV laughed strangely: "I didn't expect you to be a loyal minister of the royal family."
Looking at Arthur's back, Ma Wei didn't persuade him too much. He knew what Arthur had been carrying all these years. He was able to get to this day without slacking off day and night, not because of his high consciousness, but because of his hatred.
Hatred drove him to where he is today.
The death of Princess Sophia indeed brought a wise monarch and an emperor to the Kingdom of Windsor.
But Rhodes IV wanted Arthur to grow into the emperor.
Like Napoleon, Caesar, etc., the emperor of the empire.
Leading the Kingdom of Windsor to glory is also a good thing for Ma Wei. He doesn't need to remind Arthur at all, he just needs to let it develop naturally.
Rhodes IV had laid the groundwork for everything, just waiting for Arthur to take the bait and insert the arrow into his chest with his own hands.
But Ma Wei still stood up.
Not from the Pope, but from a friend.
The specific choice is up to Arthur himself.
To kill or not to kill?
"Father, do you believe in fate?"
"Do you believe?"
"I believe."
Looking at the dying Rhodes IV lying on the bed, Arthur said softly: "Destiny must exist, but it is in your own hands."
Raising his arms high, the arrow pierced his chest. Rhodes IV wailed, and his life ended instantly.
The blood spurted out and wet Arthur's face.
He straightened his clothes, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, passing Ma Wei and saying at the same time:
"I am the emperor, why should I use fate to grant me the qualification to become the emperor? I failed to protect my mother, but from today on, I will do my best to protect my people."
"I'll take revenge."
The sound faded away, and Ma Wei stood still. After a long time, he sighed, looked sideways out of the window, and said quietly: "It turns out that the last link in Arthur's destiny is me."
"Dad?" Yunia asked in confusion: "You obviously persuaded him not to kill Rhodes IV."
"I'm not persuading, I just told him what I know." Ma Wei said: "As Arthur just said, he believes that fate is in his own hands. The moment I told him his fate, Rhodes IV He was destined to be killed by Arthur himself. It was me who made him make up his mind and complete his transformation."
The act of trying to break fate is precisely a part of fate, which in itself is extremely mocking.
To break your destiny, you need to wait for an opportunity, and this opportunity may not be available to ordinary people in their lifetime.
Even if you encounter it, it must be difficult for an individual to control.
"Apocalypse is indeed a part of omniscience."
Ma Wei sighed: "Being able to predict the future means being able to know your own destiny. This kind of power is really enviable."
"Dad, if you want it, I'll go and get it!"
".We are going to sit down and have a talk about this matter, Yunia."
"What to talk about?"
"Talking about politeness, how can you call the Three Phase God Yes?"
"Three-headed orphan?"
"This is so rude."
"But what I said is true!"
Yunia said confidently: "He has three heads, and he is an orphan without a father and mother. Isn't he a three-headed orphan?"
"According to what you say, all gods are orphans!"
"except me."
Yunia said with a serious face.
(End of chapter)
