"Is this so——"
Durandal fell into silence after speaking.
Noel was not in a hurry when he saw this. He silently picked up the tea and took a sip. Instead of making meaningless speculations, he might as well see how the situation develops.
In front of Durandal, he couldn't predict the future with his own IQ, so he could only passively see what was going on.
"Do you think Lux will accept my idea?"
Durandal's sudden inquiry made Noel frown slightly subconsciously.
But looking at Durandal's unwavering expression, Noel was a little undecided for a moment.
Why is he asking this?
If Lux can't accept it, will this guy just fuck me?
He said it was acceptable, but with his brain, he wouldn't be able to guess the outcome of the matter?
Of course, these two questions are not the key. The key is why he asked himself this question?
He must have guessed that Lux wouldn't stand on his side, so was he letting himself take a stand?
But that’s not right either——
"It is foreseeable that one day in the future there will be a battle between Lux and me, and she is also a troublesome guy."
Seeing that Noel didn't speak for a long time, Durandal took over the topic and continued: "My destiny plan will have an impact on the world's major political powers. No political power will be willing to give up its rights. people."
"Human beings are actually arrogant, especially those who stand at the top of the world. They have no doubts about their abilities and must have no doubts about them."
"So they will stubbornly believe that they can bring peace and happiness to their people. When the destiny plan is announced and their rights are challenged, they will inevitably choose to resist."
"And resistance means war—"
Durandal's life purpose is actually very simple in summary.
The existence of LOGOS is used to provoke wars, and consume and attack the combat effectiveness and public opinion of various countries.
Establish a positive image of a good old guy in the war and create a feeling of being forced to go to war.
Expose the atrocities committed by LOGOS, and use this as a medium to stir up the anger of the people to overthrow LOGOS and break class solidification.
ZAFT, who brings justice to the world, will also gain unprecedented fame.
Finally, the destiny plan was revealed smoothly.
It’s okay if countries don’t oppose it, but if they do, with ZAFT’s strength and current reputation, all opposing voices will be suppressed.
The strong make the rules.
Wise men use rules.
Weak people follow the rules.
And if you want to break the rules, you have to become the strongest.
He never expected that this kind of thing would be recognized by the regime, so he was always ready to suppress everything with force.
"So, have you made your choice?"
Durandal stared into Noel's eyes.
"hehe."
Noel couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Is my choice really important to you?"
Could it be that Durandal was talking about himself when he was talking about conceit?
No matter what his choice is, Durandal will unswervingly implement his plan.
At the same time, he will try his best to eliminate all unstable factors that may affect the plan.
And I am very lucky to have become such a person.
So he really didn't know the reason why Durandal asked him this reason.
Because no matter what your answer is, the final result is the same.
"Lux Klein seems to be in Mendel's universe now."
Durandal did not answer Noel's question directly, but instead started a seemingly unrelated topic: "There are supporters of the old Klein sect here, but after all, the terminal evolved from the Klein sect. I ——He is the Speaker of the Klein Faction.”
"What do you want to say?"
Noel calmed down after hearing this.
"You are my friend, the only friend in the world who knows my true plan. I don't want to be alone at the last moment, so I give you a chance to choose."
Durandal's face became serious when he said this: "Soon, Lax Klein will get information about Mendel's abandoned laboratory. There is a notebook I left specially, which contains the details of the destiny plan. Content and first draft.”
"I think it should have a fatal attraction to Lux."
"Are you threatening me!?"
A cold light flashed in Noel's eyes when he heard this.
"No, we're just trading."
Durandal shook his head and said, "I'll give you one last chance to make a choice."
boom--
"What the hell is this called choice!?"
Noel slapped the table with both hands, causing the tea cup to shake and fall, and the tea spilled all over the table.
The soldiers on guard at the door dared to come when they heard the sound.
"You guys go out, it's okay."
Durandal waved towards them.
"But--"
"Do you need me to give an order?"
The soldiers wanted to refute, but faced with Durandal's smiling words, they had no choice but to leave quietly.
However, they stood at the door and were always paying attention to the situation in the hall.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you now?"
Noel said skillfully.
"Can you?"
Durandal smiled.
Noel also smiled bitterly when he heard this. He really couldn't kill Durandal.
The soldiers at the door are all absolute elites, too many to mention, but at least there is absolutely no problem if you can put a peanut in your head within a hundred meters.
Don't think that you can often come into contact with Durandal. Once there is any change, you will definitely GG in place.
"You can leave after the Battle of Paradise Island. Of course, you can also choose not to leave. I personally hope you can choose the latter."
Durandal stretched out his hand to straighten the tea cup and spoke calmly.
"Haha, does it make any difference?"
Noel asked with a smile.
Leaving means death. Without MS, I am just an ordinary person. A bullet is enough to kill me.
If he doesn't leave, if something goes wrong with Lux, will Durandal allow himself, this unstable factor, to continue to exist?
He also knew the purpose of Durandal's visit and informed him of his death in advance.
"This is the first time I drink the tea you made."
Durandal didn't answer, just picked up the half-cup of tea and drank it. As if he was savoring it carefully, or as if he was sighing with emotion, Durandal said with a somewhat sad expression: "It tastes very good."
"I really don't understand you."
Noel calmed down at this time.
For things to develop to this point, strictly speaking, I should still blame myself.
What Lux said that day does have something to do with it.
But his own unwillingness to act was the real reason.
"I've really always considered you my friend, my best friend."
Durandal's expression was particularly sincere when he said this, so sincere that Noel didn't know whether he was acting or really felt this way.
"hehe."
Noel didn't know what to answer when he heard this, he just sat there and smiled.
"I apologize to you for my meanness. I don't expect your forgiveness, but I will definitely change this world with my debt to you and make it peaceful and beautiful!"
After finishing speaking, Durandal stood up and tidied up the speaker's clothes, which represented the highest authority.
Facing Noel's complicated eyes, Durandal smiled and said, "Goodbye, my best friend."
Noel looked at Durandal's sincere face and smiled bitterly, but didn't say much.
Durandal is gone.
He left the villa under the escort of soldiers.
The moment he walked out of the villa, Durandal's eyes became particularly cold and determined.
It was also at this moment that he completely buried his human emotions into the abyss.
The king is destined to be lonely!
"Durandall, you really gave me a difficult problem -"
Noel looked at Durandal's leaving back and murmured.
He seemed to have given a choice, but in fact he had already made a choice for himself.
Leave, defect.
He finally knew what Lux meant by defecting.
Abandoning the reputation in the military for a chance to survive and a chance to save Lux...
"Fear of crime and absconding... It seems that I have to betray your trust, Lux-" Your latest reading progress detected is "Chapter 515: I want to meet Lux"
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