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"whispering sound."

W glanced at Alina and didn't fire. At this time, the other party was speaking for her and wanted to let her out, so she just had to listen quietly and express her emotions after she expressed them.

"Yes, but we need another layer of insurance."

Fang Zhou tapped the W ball, and the earth and stone restraint ball immediately shattered, and the fence turned into a standard chair. However, when W fell out of it and landed on the chair, restraint handcuffs extended from the chair and immediately bound W's hands and feet.

"Hey!"

"This is the bottom line, W. I know your temper very well. Now is the time to speak. This will be good for everyone."

The frustrated Miss American cockroach looked at her bound wrists and ankles, snorted coldly, and leaned back in the chair. However, such a big movement suddenly involved her previously dislocated arm, and the sudden pain made Miss American cockroach grimace.

Okay, it hurts a little, at least it’s better than being locked in a ball of dirt.

Fang Zhou sat on the remaining chair, then glanced at everyone present, and finally focused his gaze on W.

"I understand your intention in learning the dark magic I used to revive Alina. You, on the other hand, want to revive Theresa, right?"

"call--"

As soon as these words were spoken, before W could even acknowledge them, Bozhukasti's breathing became heavier.

The Wendigo's oppression did not make W surrender. She stiffened her neck and glared at Bozhukasti. She didn't have the courage to do this in the past, but now that he was like this, what else did she, W, have to be afraid of?

"Yes, I just want to revive His Highness, what do you think?"

W's admission made Fang Zhou nod, his index finger tapping rhythmically on the table, a flat and somewhat indifferent voice coming out of his mouth.

"Then give up this idea."

"What! You old bastard, you killed His Highness just to take away the Demon King! Didn't you say you were looking for the Demon King? I think you killed His Highness on purpose and wanted to train a new king, right? That qualification and qualification you just mentioned was just an act. You see, that Dragon Girl is hard to control, so you acted it out, right?"

W's incessant chatter made Fang Ark shake his head. Talulah raised her eyebrows without any reaction to W's words.

Well, since I am hard to control myself, I can praise myself for being smart in another way, hehe.

The naive Tallulah, who is easily fooled by kindness, Ms. Atrias, has no self-awareness at all.

"It's not as complicated as you make it out to be, W."

"Then tell me why. If resurrecting His Highness doesn't conflict with your interests, why are you against it?! Weren't you and that old cat very close to His Highness in the past?!"

"It's very simple, naive W, stupid W."

"what?"

W stared at Fang Zhou, who tapped the table, as if he was organizing his words.

"The reason I rejected you is because there is absolutely no need to revive Theresa. It will never succeed."

"why?"

"Because Theresa is still alive. You can't resurrect a living person."

"!!"

Chapter 14 The person who was killed was actually me

"Because Theresa is still alive. You can't resurrect a living person."

"!!"

W's eyes widened instantly, and Bozhukasti also looked at Fang Zhou.

"Your Highness... is he still alive?"

"The turmoil at that time was real, and the Demon King's death was real."

Unlike W's dullness, Bozhukasti clearly pointed out the loopholes in Ark's words.

At that time, when Theresa pierced her chest with a sword and the Demon King's heart completely stopped beating, all the Sarkaz on the Terra continent felt an uncontrollable sadness in their hearts.

That was transmitted from the collective consciousness of the Sarkaz. It was the souls of the Sarkaz mourning the death of a demon king, which affected all the Sarkaz.

And Bozocasti is naturally among them.

"It's true. Theresa really did die."

"then you……"

The successive pieces of news left W's already small brain with no time to think about anything else. He could only stare blankly and ask his questions to Fang Zhou.

"It's simple, Absolver."

When these three words appeared, W's eyes instantly became clear.

Absolver, W knew that the bastards, the guys who supported Theresis, had fought against her on the battlefield many times. And it was these guys who, after Theresa's death, took advantage of everyone immersed in disbelief and sadness to sneak into Rhodes Island and steal Theresa's body.

"The Pardoner does possess the method of resurrection."

It seemed that because he spoke too much in a short period of time, the pauses in Bozhukas's speech increased. It was probably the pain from the Originium crystals rubbing against his throat that affected this tough warrior.

After Bozhukas acknowledged that the Absolver did indeed possess the secret technique of resurrecting the dead, he thought for a moment before speaking again.

"But how do you know that the Absolver resurrected that prince?"

"Because of the future."

"?"

"This already touches upon why I seek the 'Demon King,' Bodracasti. This is forbidden, but you will know it yourself when the future arrives."

"and many more."

W suddenly interrupted, she lowered her eyes and looked at Fang Zhou after a while.

"Even if everything is as you said, you still haven't explained it clearly, the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel. A year ago, it was you who killed His Highness. That was the conclusion we all came to at the time, because the room where His Highness was murdered was only occupied by His Highness, you, and that little rabbit named Amiya! That little rabbit was also seriously injured, just like His Highness, with its heart pierced through! If it wasn't you who killed His Highness, could it be that His Highness committed suicide..."

"Haven't you figured out the answer yet?"

"……what?"

W stared and slowly lowered his head.

"A year ago, during the final days of the Kazdel Civil War."

Fang Zhou placed his hands folded on the table, and the mask reflected flickering light in the dim candlelight.

"At the time, Tracy and Theresa, that is, the Kazdel Military Council and Babel Tower, were still fiercely fighting for a piece of plain town area. Although we and Tracy were still evenly matched on the surface, W, you should have been able to feel the gap between us and the enemy at the time."

W closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as if he had given up on himself.

His eyes were half-open, but his pupils were lifeless, and the red hair in his hair had become wilted.

"Moreover, Tracy had already won the support of the Blood King Court at that time."

Fang Zhou moved his arm, adjusted his position and continued speaking.

"Although the Blood Court didn't openly provide troops to Theresis at the time, that old dog Ducare was secretly putting a lot of obstacles in Babel's way. Faced with this situation, Theresa naturally understood that Babel was able to hold on in that situation purely because Theresis still cared about the brotherly relationship."

At that time, Theresis did still regard Theresa as his sister, and later he did describe the awkward relationship between him and Theresa. It should be said that this awkward brother and sister never regarded each other as enemies from beginning to end.

"If the internal strife continues, Babel Tower will still be a long way from complete defeat and can hold out for a long time, but it will be nothing more than a meaningless internal waste of energy. It will serve no purpose other than making Kazdel and the Sarkaz even more miserable and destitute after the civil war ends."

"So, Your Highness, you have decided to end the civil war? By committing suicide?"

Bozhukas understood what Fang Ark wanted to say.

"That was indeed what Theresa suggested."

"I do not believe!"

W shouted loudly.

"If Your Highness simply wanted to end the civil war, couldn't he have just admitted defeat? Why did he have to commit suicide? If, as you say, that son of a bitch Tracys still cared about his brotherly relationship with Your Highness, then wouldn't the civil war have ended peacefully if Your Highness had just admitted defeat? Wouldn't Your Highness have saved himself from death?"

Fang Zhou looked at W seriously.

"It's hard to imagine you've even considered this. Unfortunately, this isn't that simple. Theresa, although you've decided to withdraw from the civil war, how could that idealistic king so resolutely abandon his ideal world?"

"So she left a backup plan and hoped that I could help with the execution."

W was silent for a while, then he moved his dry lips and spoke.

"And then, old bastard? What happened?"

"Before that, let me digress a little, W. Although this may sound a bit boastful, W, you experienced the battles I commanded. How do you feel when you recall them now?"

Hearing that the Ark was involved again, Tallulah and the others also paid more attention.

W gritted her teeth. Although she didn't want to praise the old bastard, she didn't have the heart to be sarcastic or lie in this situation.

"Precise command down to the last detail of every unit, every action resulting in victory determined only by the price paid, and... not treating people as human beings at all. That's what Inès told me at the time."

Ark let out a cheerful laugh, causing W to glare at him for a moment before he calmed down and relaxed slightly.

"I was brought to Kazdel by that old lynx. My original goal was to recover the Demon King from Theresa and resolve the mess left behind by those idiots in the ocean, Agor. However, I was later persuaded by that old lynx and Theresa to help Theresa win the civil war. The price was that if Theresa won, she would hand over the "continuation of civilization" and Mon3tr to me."

Problems in the ocean? Recovering the "Demon King"?

"Sure enough, your goal from the beginning was not pure."

"I do not deny."

Fang Zhou spread his hands and met W's gaze head-on.

"But later, the continuous wars and sacrifices oppressed my spirit. Looking back now, I have to admit that I was deeply trapped in the quagmire of war and couldn't escape. Every day, my mind was only thinking about war and victory. The old lynx also told me at the time that I had become a war machine that would do anything to win."

"so what?"

"I rejected Theresa's plan to commit suicide."

"?!"

W widened his eyes.

"At the time, Theresa only discussed it with me because she knew Kal'tsit would never agree to her plan, but I still have a glimmer of hope."

"Hush-huh-"

Bozhuokaste's breathing became heavy for a moment.

Kelsey...

"She thought I would agree, because she felt I wouldn't refuse the bargaining chip she offered. But obviously, I rejected her, and the rejection was quite decisive. The plan that Theresa gave me was that I would oversee the progress of her plan. She would commit suicide and use the ritual to pass on the "Demon King". If the inheritance process failed, I would retrieve the "Demon King" and remedy the failed inheritance. If the inheritance succeeded, I would become the assistant of the next "Demon King", lead the "Demon King" out of Kazdel, and then do what I wanted."

"Inheritance, wait, does that mean that little rabbit..."

"But she didn't expect me to refuse. I was completely absorbed in the war at the time and would never agree to such a plan of surrender. Even if she insisted on committing suicide, I would definitely use her death to fan the flames of hatred among the Sarkaz towards Tracys and continue the war."

A light flashed in Fang Zhou's eyes, and the Originium symbol on the mask also flickered.

"So, on that day..."

There was a sense of nostalgia in his tone. W and everyone else knew that what Fang Ark was going to say next was the truth of that day.

"That day, Theresa brought Amiya to me and said she wanted to take a photo with Amiya and me, and then she took me to the Speaker's Office."

Fang Zhou also seemed to be immersed in memories.

In the memories he inherited, on that day, the pure white king found him, holding Amiya, who didn't know what was going to happen to her.

"Doctor, I want to take a photo with you and Amiya later. Kal'tsit was supposed to be there too, but they were too busy. It's just the three of us. Can you come?"

That's what she said at the time.

"Doctor, can we take a photo together?"

The young little rabbit pulled at his trouser leg and looked at him hopefully.

"it is good."

He agreed readily, completely unaware of Theresa's plan to enter the Speaker's Office.

"Theresa asked me to hold Amiya. She adjusted the camera and hugged Amiya and me from behind."

"Alright, Doctor, please stand a little further to the right. Amiya needs to smile."

The White King apologized to his friends and beloved juniors in his heart, then ran behind the Doctor with a smile, hugged the Doctor and Amiya in the Doctor's arms, and the White King's slender and soft body was completely pressed against the Doctor's back.

"This is?"

"For a group photo, you have to look intimate. Amiya, come a little closer. I'm coming."

Yes, it's coming.

"3, 2, 1, Kasekuchen!"