Clary sat quietly in the magic wagon and entered a short sleep state. She had been in a conscious state last night.
Even in the state of a spirit body, you will feel tired.
But Clary hadn't rested for long when she was woken up by her brother.
"Sister, we... have arrived."
Monet said to Claire in a cowardly voice.
Clary controlled the Chaos Demon to open her eyes and looked out the window of the magic car.
All the places that her sight can reach are human figures...
"This is the Rusk Higher Magic Academy of the Grey Clothed Man. There are a lot of Holy Spirit players visiting today, so the Grey Clothed Man had to find a law enforcer to maintain order."
The driver in charge of driving the magic car acted as a tour guide and introduced the academy to the members of the Knights who sat in the car.
The magic vehicle went straight to the vicinity of the Rusk Magic Arena. There was a passage leading to the arena, but the crowd was surrounded by crowds on both sides of the passage.
"Sister, there are many people."
The moment the magic car stopped, Monet became frightened.
Clary still didn't answer him, just put her hand on the door handle of the magic car and got off the magic car.
The gazes projected from all directions made Claire and Monet very uncomfortable, and Monet even subconsciously controlled the Chaos Demon to take a few steps back.
"Have you ever imagined this scene? Skrow."
Clary suddenly heard a girl's voice behind her.
"Is Miss Pester answering me?" Monet recognized the owner of the voice immediately.
The vampire girl Pest was also a substitute player in the Knights of Foya.
"Imagine what?"
Clary forcibly suppressed Monet's urge to respond to her, and she gained absolute control over the body of this Chaos Demon today.
"We are demons. Humans who have always regarded us as enemies are holding high banners and wooden signs to cheer us on today. If Her Royal Highness Cecily sees this scene, she will be very happy." Pest said.
Clary's eyes swept across the crowds standing on both sides of the passage. When those people saw the members of the Faya Knights getting off the magic car, they all entered a state of excitement.
She could only follow the words of the blood clan girl and nodded. The character of this chaotic demon in the demon world itself is not good at words.
Today is the last moment, as long as she conceals her identity, she can end all this.
Clary followed the team quickly towards the Magic Arena without saying a word...
"Mr. Clary!"
When Clary was halfway there she heard someone calling her name on the side of the passage.
This made Clary pause for a moment, and she ignored the shout and kept up with the group.
"Mr. Scroo!"
The caller saw Clary's unresponsiveness and changed his name.
Clary still chose to ignore it, but the Grand Duke of Blood, who led the team, noticed the shout.
The Blood Archduke stopped and turned to Clary.
Oops!
Clary's eyes met the blood of the Grand Duke, and for a moment she felt that she was about to be exposed.
"Your friend?"
The Bloody Grand Duke glanced at the man on the side of the passage and said.
"I met at the tavern last night."
Clary glanced at the man, and at this time chose to answer the Duke of Blood truthfully.
"You don't need to care about us, go say hello to them, this seems to be called fan management according to His Highness Qiao Xiu's strategy."
The Archduke of Blood gave Clary this order.
"… "
Clary knew that she was not qualified to disobey the order of the Blood Grand Duke, and she directly controlled the Chaos Demon to the side of the passage.
The one who called out his name just now was a strong bald man, and Clary knew him... the mercenary from the Land of Frost who asked Monet to ask Black Hook how to play last night.
After Monet agreed to his request and revealed that he was a member of the Knights of Fuya, a large group of people in the tavern ran to their table and began to watch.
This also made Clary's wine not drink, and the night time was once again occupied by Monet's Holy Spirit.
"Is there a problem?"
Clary made the Chaos Demon look straight at the man.
"Mr. Clary I actually today..."
"Don't call that name," Clary said threateningly.
When Monet was chatting with these mercenaries last night, he accidentally pulled it on himself, making these mercenaries mistakenly think that the real name of this Chaos Demon was Clarley.
"I understand! I understand! Mr. Clary, your strong physique and mighty temperament is really a waste of a woman's name!"
If Clary's body was still there, her brows would have been twitching, and she would have punched the mercenary's face that she thought was a bright smile.
"What's the matter with you?"
Clary glanced behind her, and the Blood Grand Duke also stopped and stared at them silently. This huge sense of crisis made Clary feel uncomfortable.
"We're here to cheer you on, and... just want a copy of your autographs for my son."
"you?"
It was only now that Clary realized that the mercenary was surrounded by familiar faces. These were all the mercenaries she met in the tavern yesterday. Clary also saw the figure of a child who was only about twelve years old. .
He was timidly hiding behind his father and secretly looking at Claire, the physique of this Chaos Demon was really scary.
"This kid likes to play the Holy Spirit as much as I do. They both play roaming position. I talked to him this morning about what you taught me this morning." The hug rubbed the little boy's head and said.
"… "
Clary stared at the little boy hiding behind the mercenary, his eyes were vigilant like a deer, but there was a kind of admiration and curiosity in his eyes.
"He's a lot like you." Clary suddenly said to Monet in her consciousness. "That's what you were like when you first met the Crusaders."
"Sister... When did that happen?"
Clary ignored Monet, and the mercenary took out a heavy notebook and opened a page.
"Mr. Skrow, this is a rude request of mine, if it bothers you..."
Clary just took the heavy notebook to show her attitude, and when she picked up the charcoal pen, she handed over control of her body to Monet.
"elder sister?"
Monet also thought that Clary would never hand over control to him today.
"This is your admirer, sign up quickly! Don't waste my time." Clary urged impatiently.
"I... I didn't sign it, and... and I don't know what to write."
Monet flinched in front of so many people, and now he just wanted to hide behind his sister.
"Write whatever you want to deal with it!"
Monet hesitated for a while with the pen, and finally wrote his name Monet Lunaxiuze on it. After he wrote this name, he added two new names, that is Clary Luna Xiu Ze, and Mr. Scroo.
"Why do you write so much?"
Clary couldn't understand the name Monet had written on it. If she could just write Scroo in order to hide her identity.
"We were able to access the magic net because we inherited Mr. Scroo's body, so I have always been very grateful to him, yes... yes, I am also very grateful to Bishop Gaynco who helped our souls survive." Monet was afraid of his own The sister was angry again because he thanked the devil and immediately added a sentence.
"I never dared to think that the world would become so interesting, whether it was the Weave or the Holy Spirit... Now that I think about it, if we died on that battlefield, wouldn't we have a chance to play the Weave? Every time When I think about it, I feel very scared, so I am still very grateful that I can 'live'." When Monet said this, he found his sister's silence, "Yes... I'm sorry sister, I said some unnecessary words."
"It's nothing, return the notebook to him." Clary seemed to be thinking about something.
Monet listened to Claire's words and immediately handed the notebook in his hand to the mercenary, and then smiled at the little boy hiding behind the mercenary.
It's a pity that he is still not skilled enough to control the face of this Chaos Demon, and the Chaos Demon itself is a more majestic type.
This smile not only did not improve the little boy's goodwill towards him, but also frightened the little boy and made him hide behind his father immediately.
"Just here."
Clary glanced at the fearful look of the little boy, causing the Chaos Demon to withdraw his smile and turn around to prepare for her final battle.
"Master White Goat!"
But Clary's steps, which had just taken a few steps, froze there again, and this time it was Monet who stopped the Chaos Demon.
White Goat is the name Monet used in the Holy Spirit...
The Chaos Demon turned his head and looked at the little boy behind the mercenary. He was holding the heavy notebook in his hand, pursing his lips tightly, and finally opened his mouth to say what he wanted to say. The words shouted.
"I... made a bet with my classmates in the country of steel! I bet you will win this game! So take the country of steel... you must catch those bastards of the country of steel so they can't take care of themselves! "
This is the disadvantage of children on the magic net, and they always learn some strange words.
The roar of the little boy attracted the eyes of everyone on both sides of the passage, after all, it was too sarcastic.
"Sister..." Monet had the urge to run away at this moment.
"Answer him, he's your admirer, isn't he?" Clary said.
Monet felt that his current thinking was not enough, and even the movement of controlling the Chaos Demon to turn around seemed a little unfavorable.
But before Monet could speak, the little boy's shout successfully attracted the hatred of the cast iron fans.
"What did you say, kid?" Cast iron fans began to get restless.
The tense atmosphere around him made Monet even more afraid to speak.
"Master White Goat! The warriors of the Land of Frost never fear anyone! Get rid of those iron lumps!"
"The Knights of Fuya are number one in the world!"
The mercenary beside the little boy took the lead in shouting out, and the mercenary beside him also shouted some slogans that made Monet sound a little ashamed.
But Monet did feel courage and an obsession to win pouring into his consciousness at this moment.
He didn't know how to answer the shouts of these supporters at all, and he could only make a sure victory gesture to them with his right fist.
The cast irons and the fans of the Knights had a confrontation that would have escalated into a mass fight if it wasn't for a group of enforcers.
Monet immediately ran into the magic arena with the blood princes.
…
"When will my sister start?"
Monet came to the player lounge in the Magic Arena and asked Claire.
"what?"
Clary was a little bewildered by Monet's sudden question.
"The hatred between father and mother, if doing this can relieve your sister." Monet's voice sounded a little trembling.
"… "
Clary was stunned, the mental preparation she had spent all night and morning looking vulnerable to Monet's trembling tone.
The experience just now made Clary understand that if she chooses to assassinate Foya in the arena, no matter whether she fails or succeeds... What she gets is not the success of revenge, but the destruction of the honor that her brother finally won and now. life.
"Is the white goat there?"
The door of the player lounge was suddenly pushed open at this moment, and Clary suddenly raised her head to see Joshua Arnorrod, the nominal owner of the Knights of Foya.
But this time Joshua doesn't seem to care about the players as the owner of the Knights of Faya, but as... a third prince of chaos demons.
"It's great that you're here, so I don't have to look around... It took me a lot of work to catch your comrades near the arena."
Qiao Xiu made a gesture, and several figures who were bound by magic shackles were thrown into the players' lounge roughly.
Clary stared at those figures, her eyes widened, all of them were heretics judges who came to assist Clary in assassinating Foya.
"Sister... we... have we been spotted?"
Monet's voice sounded hopeless enough to lose some sense, and Clary believed that he would soon cry.
"His Royal Highness Qiao Xiu, what are you talking about?"
Clary was still able to maintain her composure, and she could only hold on to her last ray of hope, which was to play stupid.
"I just want to tell you that you have worked hard, and there is a small reminder to use the magic net. Don't store your shameful secrets on the magic net."
This hint from Joshua made Clary sluggish for a while.
She remembered that she had never revealed a secret about her identity on the Weave.
"Forget it, I originally wanted you to keep hiding it until the end of the final, but I don't want to have any surprises in this final, so I can only expose you now." Qiao Xiu said.
No matter what strange things Joshua said before, what Joshua wanted to express was obvious enough.
That is, their identities were exposed. Clary could no longer remain silent, and instantly pulled out a dagger hidden in her sleeve to rush out of the players' lounge.
But she suddenly found that her body was half-kneeling on the ground uncontrollably, and behind Joshua, the scarlet pupils of the Blood Grand Duke were emitting a faint light.
The blood in the Chaos Demon was controlled by this guy!
Joshua picked up the dagger that fell on the ground and threw it into the trash can next to it.
Clary heard the sound of the dagger falling, her heart was completely swallowed up by despair, and what made her despair the most was her guilt towards her younger brother...
If she hadn't acted like this and had confessed to the Chaos Demon earlier, her brother Monet might have had a chance to maintain his current life.
But now it is all over, and they will be put to death by this Chaos Demon.
"Okay, let's talk about business now." Joshua found a chair and sat in front of the burly man and said, "I can now give you a chance to be a good person, you just need to answer yes or no. "