Jason looked at Lothar 11 who was whispering softly. There was no hiding his gaze, and Lothar 11 soon discovered it.
He turned his head away, scratching the back of his head.
"Am I worthless?"
With that said, Lothar 11 smiled wryly.
"I'm a coward."
"Afraid of my father, elder brother, and afraid of death."
"Or I'm afraid of all the unknowns."
"Then I wondered, would those who have experienced death be afraid too?"
"So, I hope to bless them, let them rest in peace, at least... don't be afraid."
Lothar 11 said very seriously.
After finishing speaking, the eleventh heir of the 'Lothar family' bowed his head in embarrassment.
But the words continued.
"Am I being hypocritical?"
"Obviously I provoked everything."
"Now you're pretending to be merciful... It's really hypocritical."
Lothar 11's voice became deeper and deeper.
Jason's eyes didn't shift.
He saw Lothar 11 raised his hand and touched the corner of his eyes quietly.
I don't mind, Lothar 11, who can hug his thigh and burst into tears, obviously doesn't want anyone to see his current appearance.
"I'm hungry."
No consolation.
Not to mention persuasion.
Will not tell.
Jason said so.
Lothar 11, who lowered his head, froze for a moment, then he laughed.
"It really is your style, Jason."
Lothar 11 said, raising his hand.
Immediately, all the tables and chairs in the meeting room disappeared.
Instead, there is a loveseat sofa and a small round table.
There are pots and saucers on the round table.
There is wine in the jug.
There is meat in the dish.
Alcohol is spirits.
The meat is roti.
Lothar 11 walked around the round table and sat on the sofa, while Jason sat straight on the floor.
Lothar 11 picked up the flagon and raised it slightly above his head, motioning to the ever-flickering bright 'stars', to the dark, deep night sky, and then he motioned to Jason.
Then, down the drain.
Jason didn't drink, he picked up the barbecue and chewed it.
Soon, the wine and meat on the table were swept away by the two of them.
Then, there is the second copy.
Lothar 11 raised the flagon over his head again.
And the next time too.
After three times in a row, Lothar 11's straight back collapsed in an instant, and he leaned on the sofa, stuck there like a slug.
On his face, Lothar 11 was no longer serious.
The rest is just uncomfortable and... escape.
He is a piece of shit.
Trash that doesn't change anything.
What else can I do but escape
Might as well, drink.
Get drunk and don't know anything.
Everything is over.
As for after waking up
Let's talk then.
If you are really overwhelmed, then continue to get drunk.
Over the years, Lothar 11 has come here in this way.
He is also prepared to continue to live like this.
Another jug of spirits was imported.
Burning pain.
Even if it is not the first bite, it still chokes Lothar 11.
Cough, cough, cough!
Lothar 11 turned his head and coughed loudly.
Of course, he knew the basic table manners.
However, Jason was faster. He raised his hand to protect the barbecue in his arms, turned around, and turned his back to Lothar 11.
This scene made Lothar 11 full of helplessness.
"Shouldn't you care about me at this time?"
"I'm choking!"
"Am I not even as good as a plate of barbecue?"
Lothar 11 emphasized.
"No."
Jason answered without hesitation, causing Lothar 11 to roll his eyes.
Then, Jason explained seriously.
"You are alive, you can move, you are conscious."
"And it?"
"It's the last moment in this world. Being food is its final mission, and as a person who helps it fulfill this mission, I should treat it with caution."
Jason said, looking carefully at the barbecue on the plate, and then swallowed it in one gulp.
Seeing Jason chewing and hearing the crisp sound, Lothar 11 blinked.
He felt that what Jason said was quite reasonable, but he wanted to refute something.
But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know how to refute it.
In the end, he could only pour the wine in his hand into his own mouth.
"Your food has a mission, and so does my wine."
While drinking, Lothar 11 was talking.
Then, this time, Lothar 11 was not all drunk.
When there was still half of the wine in the jug, he listened. He didn't lower his head, but just stared at the night sky blankly.
It was still pitch black before, but the night sky next to some twinkling 'stars' was completely illuminated at this time.
Pieces of blue-white light.
Just like the blue sky and white clouds during the day.
Many more died.
At a speed far exceeding Lothar 11's expectations.
It also far exceeded the number of people expected by Lothar 11.
Unable to hold back the tears, they began to flow.
He wiped it off quickly, lowered his head and started drinking again.
This time, it's no longer a gulp with your head held high.
Instead, he just lowered his head and took small sips.
When half of the wine in the jug disappeared again, Lothar 11 couldn't help but asked Jason who was eating the twelfth barbecue: "Is there really no way to change it?"
"have."
"You are strong enough."
"When all the rules are made by you, it's fine."
Jason chewed the roast meat in his mouth, and mumbled a 'standard answer'.
"It's hard, isn't it?"
Lothar 11 curled up on the sofa again.
"Then watch."
Jason said bluntly.
"But I'm feeling a little uncomfortable... unwilling? It doesn't seem to be... compassion? It doesn't seem to be... I don't know what it is anymore. Anyway, I'm very sad now."
Lothar 11 spoke intermittently, subconsciously about to raise his head, but before raising his head, he buried his head in the sofa again, like an ostrich.
"You don't know it yourself, how could I know?"
Jason ordered the thirteenth barbecue.
"Yeah, I don't know myself, how could you know."
Lothar 11 muttered, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Does he really not know
He knows it.
Just pretend not to know.
Otherwise, what else can we do
He just found the main personality, but the main personality ignored him at all.
Thinking about it, how could he care about such a trivial matter with the "powerfulness" of the main personality, and only his created sub-personality could be so cowardly.
I also want to do something.
But I really can't do it!
If I am rejected by the master personality, I will be erased...
boom!
Lothar 11 was still thinking, when there was a loud noise above his head.
Instinctively, Lothar 11 raised his head.
If the previous night sky was 'blue sky and white clouds', this time the night sky has become 'noon strong sun'.
Before, the warships in pieces were annihilated under the artillery fire, but this time it was within the field of vision of Lothar 11, and the warships in the entire night sky area were annihilated.
How many people died
Lothar 11 does not know.
Not even thinking about it.
Pat, clack.
Suddenly, there was the sound of liquid slapping through the skylight overhead.
Not much, just two or three drops.
Every drop is scarlet.
Lothar 11's eyes widened, his cheeks twitching slightly.
His hand holding the jug was shaking violently.
The liquor kept shaking in the flagon, and with the characteristic sound of gurgling, gurgling, Lothar 11 suddenly picked up the flagon again, and he drank it down again in one gulp.
After gently placing the jug on the round table, Lothar 11 stood up directly.
He forced himself to look at the strange night sky at this moment.
Staring at the blood spots that began to increase gradually.
After three full minutes, the night sky returned to black.
The deep night covered up the scarlet on the skylight, and only a little liquid could be seen crawling there, but the color completely disappeared.
The light that rose from the eyes of Lothar 11 could not be concealed even at night.
"Jason, I want a change."
Lothar 11 said so.
"good."
Jason ate his twentieth portion of barbecue, and answered without looking up.
Lothar 11, who was about to say something impassioned, was choked by this bland reaction.
"Only in this way?"
He looked at Jason, full of helplessness.
"Then what else?"
Jason asked back.
"Shouldn't you be relieved, surprised or something because of my change?"
Lothar 11 reminded.
"It's your change, not me, why should I do this?"
Jason put down the empty plate, picked up the twenty-first piece of barbecue, and said very naturally.
This attitude made Lothar 11 even more helpless.
well!
He sighed.
He felt a little tired.
Why did he say this to Jason
Just do it quietly.
"Survive for the dead, fight for the living, this is everything I stick to!"
"Boss, if you want to kill me, hurry up."
"Otherwise..."
"You will fight side by side with me!"
Lothar 11 stood there and whispered to himself.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
Nothing happened.
Lothar 11 clenched his fists.
The main character did not obliterate him, which proved that the main character also recognized his ideas.
That-
"We fight side by side!"
"I try to help you win everything!"
"You give me the world I want!"
"We made a deal!"
The clenched fist loosened and stretched out out of thin air, as if shaking hands.
Jason just glanced at Lothar 11 who was playing a 'one-man show', and then looked away.
It's really annoying for someone who keeps asking him even though he has already made a decision in his heart.
If the barbecue in his hand hadn't been invited by the other party, Jason would have left long ago.
A deal has been made with the main personality.
Lothar 11 took a deep breath.
call!
The strong smell of alcohol was exhaled, but Lothar 11 had clear eyes, and he turned on his personal communicator.
"The Simpsons 2 brought me the information about the battle just now."
"Um."
"I'm waiting for you."
After speaking, Lothar 11 ended the call, and was about to walk back to the sofa, but he staggered after only two steps.
Dizziness.
Feet on cotton.
The spirit of alcohol surged up.
Lothar 11 frowned.
In the past, he didn't hate this feeling, but now it doesn't work anymore.
He resisted the dizziness, leaned on the wall, moved to the bathroom step by step, and shut his throat suddenly—
vomit!
The wine he just drank spewed out quickly.
Once, twice.
Lothar 11 didn't stop until he started to vomit acid water.
He rinses himself.
He patted his cheek with his hand.
Drops of water slipped from his cheeks, Lothar 11 looked at himself in the mirror, feeling strange, but still handsome.
come on!
Lothar 11 said quietly.
Then, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom.
When a person becomes purposeful, he will become vigorous, energetic, and positive, and that is... growth.
Break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly.
It exists.
On that sofa, Lothar 11 began to look up various information and materials.
His hands were beating fast, his eyes were like a scanner, recording all the information he saw, and his brain was like a computer's cpu, which began to analyze one by one.
Even when Jason, who had finished his supper, talked to him, he always answered in a daze.
"Is this the real Lothar 11?"
Hera 10 asked quietly.
Beard and Roslow next to him took it for granted.
"certainly."
"This is the real Master Lothar 11."
"Drinking and loafing on weekdays are just a disguise."
Beard said with a smile.
Hera 10 nodded, agreeing with Beard's statement, but at the same time said her own statement.
"Insidious guy, far less handsome than Jason."
After Hera 10 finished speaking, she walked towards Jason without giving Beard and Roslow a chance to refute.
Beard glared at Hera 10 who was walking to Jason, and subconsciously raised his middle finger, mocking this woman who didn't understand anything, but after thinking about it, he chose to give up.
He can't beat Hera 10.
This feeling really made Beard extremely uncomfortable.
"Karen will leave it to you first, I'll go to the training room."
After Beard finished speaking, he walked towards the training room.
Ross Luo also gestured to the 'Golden Lamb', and then followed.
After all, there was another friend of his who needed his care.
The 'Golden Lamb' watched his colleagues leave, and then devoted himself wholeheartedly to his work as a bodyguard.
As for what happens inside
'Golden Lamb' believes that Jason and Lothar 11 will handle it well.
"Are you looking at the history of Block F?"
Hera 10 walked up to Jason, and didn't speak directly, but when Jason paused for a moment, he handed over the tea that he had prepared for a long time, and then opened his mouth.
"Um."
Jason took a sip of his tea and nodded.
"As you might expect, 'they' set up an ambush."
"However, Eldest Sister has prepared in advance, so the loss is not big—Even though Eldest Sister spoke very harshly, with Jason's reminder from you, she still cared. She just asked me to convey my thanks."
"Of course it's not just verbal. She also prepared a little gift for you, Jason, and it will be shipped together with the batch of 'Spear of Elon'."
"Elder Sister invited you to..."
"Hahaha!"
"found it!"
Hera 10 gradually got to the key points, and her whole body began to become tense. She held back and forced herself to say the words of inviting Jason in the calmest tone.
But before she could say this, Lothar 11, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly laughed and interrupted her.
Hera 10 glared at Lothar 11 with eyes that could kill.
But the eleventh heir of the 'Lothar family' ignored such gazes at all.
On the contrary, Lothar 11 went around the round table and came to Jason. After pushing Hera 10 away, he sat next to Jason and said—
"Jason, look at this!"