Chapter 517 You are already out (34 guaranteed, please subscribe!)
Author: Faceless Desolation
Chapter 517 You are already out (34 guaranteed, please subscribe!)
Cyrus found that whenever he tried to tell the truth, the words that came to his mouth would become words that had no nutrition at all.
This means that the person who was turned into a toy will never be able to expose the conspiracy.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, you should know that there are so many people who have been turned into toys before, and everyone can walk and talk. If they could show their human identity, there would be chaos long ago.
It won't be his turn to think of a solution.
No solution
This is an unsolvable problem!
Unless we can find the Devil Fruit user and start with him, there might be a chance.
But what Cyrus didn't know at this time was that all the people who were turned into toys had been given several instructions that they absolutely could not disobey, including not harming Sugar and the Don Quixote family.
So his method is doomed to not work.
Just when he was anxious because he couldn't enter the palace, Abel appeared and grabbed him.
"What do you want to do? Let me go!"
"Shh! Don't you want to go in and see your wife and daughter? I'll take you in."
Abel's words were very seductive. Even though he knew that the other party might have bad intentions, Cyrus remained silent because he really wanted to know the situation of his wife and daughter, and the most important question, whether they were still alive.
Remember him?
As for safety, Cyrus believed that the other party would not mess around in the palace.
And so many palace guards are not just decorations.
So Cyrus stopped struggling and allowed Abel to lead him into the palace as if he acquiesced.
Turn on the domineering power of knowledge and avoid all guards.
Use the breathing method of darkness to hide your body and block your breath.
Abel is like a ghost, appearing silently in every shadow corner.
Coupled with Cyrus's "cooperative" guidance from time to time, the two soon found Rebecca playing happily in the garden and Scarlet standing nearby with a smile on her face.
Cyrus was so excited that he could no longer hold back, broke free, jumped out of Abel's hands, and ran towards his wife and daughter.
"Scarlet! Rebecca! Are you guys okay?"
"It's me, Cyrus!"
The two women turned their eyes one after another, "Huh? Where did the toy soldiers come from? Did someone abandon them here?"
"Strange, how could it call our names? And who is Cyrus? Is the owner of this toy his own name?"
When Cyrus heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
"What he said is true. Scarlet and Rebecca have really forgotten about me."
"No, I have to find a way to let them know the truth."
"By the way, since I can't speak out, I can write!"
Cyrus immediately ran to the dirt floor and quickly sketched sentences on it with his fingers.
The two women looked over curiously.
"I am XXXX. The weather is really nice today."
"What are these?"
Cyrus looked at what he had written speechlessly. Sure enough, it still didn't work!
As long as he has the idea of revealing the secret that "the toys are made by humans", nothing can be expressed correctly.
What is written is either incomprehensible gibberish, or nonsense that does not match the preface and the follower.
"Mom, I want to play with Mr. Soldier, is that okay?"
Rebecca suddenly raised her head and said cutely with her beautiful big eyes flashing.
Scarlett only hesitated slightly before nodding in agreement.
First, since this kind of toy became popular, there have been no problems and it is relatively safe.
Secondly, she doesn't know why, but she always feels that the back of this toy soldier is very familiar and sad.
"If it is it, it will definitely protect Rebecca."
Scarlett was startled by this idea that suddenly came to her, and then she burst into laughter.
"It's just a toy. Since Rebecca likes it, the best thing is to keep it."
So under her indulgence, Rebecca and Mr. Soldier played happily all morning.
It wasn't until lunch that Rebecca reluctantly left.
"Mr. Soldier, will you still be here this afternoon?"
Looking at his daughter, Cyrus subconsciously wanted to nod, but he suddenly thought of something, and under the astonished gazes of Scarlet and Rebecca, he suddenly turned around and ran away.
"Mom, did Mr. Soldier run away?"
Rebecca pulled at the hem of her mother's clothes aggrievedly.
Scarlett could only squat down to comfort her daughter and said, "Maybe Mr. Soldier has something very important to do, so he left."
"Then will Mr. Soldier come back?"
"Yes, as long as Rebecca remains a good child, Mr. Soldier will definitely come back."
"Well, Rebecca will eat well, not be picky about food, and be a good child."
Scarlet happily led her daughter away.
She just didn't know why, but when the toy soldier left, she suddenly felt a little empty and uncomfortable.
"It's only been one morning. Why do I feel like this? Am I really old? I've reached the age of sentimentality."
Scarlett shook her head and stopped thinking about it.
On the other hand, Cyrus was determined not to stay because it would only bring trouble and danger to them.
Don't forget who turned him into this, and who "kindly" sent him into the palace to reunite his family and recognize the reality.
"Come out, I know you are still here."
"Why don't you stay? Although they have completely forgotten your existence, you can still be by their side, right?"
Abel walked out of the shadows and asked curiously.
Cyrus spoke in a low tone, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Ah, so I forgot to introduce myself?"
"Sorry, sorry, let's get to know each other again. I am a cadre of the Don Quixote family. My name is Abel."
"Because my current captain, Mr. Doflamingo, the Shichibukai, is interested in this place, he is preparing to replace King Riku and take Dressrosa into his own hands."
"So we sent cadres here to clear all obstacles like you first."
"So, are you satisfied with this answer?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cyrus was silent and launched an attack on Abel with the body of a toy.
But the moment he jumped up high, the command not to harm members of the Don Quixote family immediately came into effect, instantly depriving him of control over his body.
It made him like a kite with its string broken, falling directly at Abel's feet.
"It seems that you still fail to understand your current situation."
"The moment you were turned into a toy, you were out, Cyrus."
Abel looked down at him condescendingly, like a god looking at a bug hiding in the soil.