Jason looked at Lothar 11 who was murmuring softly. Such a gaze was not hidden, and Lothar 11 quickly discovered it.
He turned his head and scratched the back of his head.
"Am I hopeless?"
After saying that, Lothar 11 smiled bitterly.
"I'm a timid person."
"Afraid of my father, my eldest brother, and afraid of death."
"In other words, I'm afraid of all unknowns."
"Then I thought, would those who have experienced death also be afraid?"
"So, I hope to be able to bless them and let them rest in peace, at least... don't be afraid."
Lothar 11 said very seriously.
After saying that, the eleventh heir to the Lothar Family lowered his head in embarrassment.
But the words continued.
"Am I being hypocritical?"
"Obviously I started everything."
"Now they are showing false mercy...it is really hypocritical."
Lothar 11’s voice became deeper and deeper.
Jason's gaze did not shift.
He saw Lothar 11 raise her hand and quietly touch the corner of her eye.
Lothar 11, who didn't mind and could hug his lap with tears streaming down her face, obviously didn't want anyone to see him like he was now.
"I'm hungry."
There is no comfort.
There was no persuasion.
Nor will he tell.
Jason said this.
Lothar 11, who lowered his head, was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.
"It's really your style Jason."
Lothar 11 said, raising his hand and waving.
Immediately, all the tables and chairs in the conference room disappeared.
Instead, there was a double sofa and a small round table.
There are pots and saucers on the round table.
There is wine in the pot.
There is meat on the plate.
Wine is strong liquor.
The meat is grilled meat.
Lothar 11 walked around the round table and sat on the sofa, while Jason sat directly on the floor.
Lothar 11 picked up the wine bottle and raised it slightly above his head, gesturing towards the bright 'stars' that were constantly flashing, gesturing towards the dark and deep night sky, and then gesturing towards Jason.
Then, drink it all in one gulp.
Jason didn't drink, so 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, comes the second portion.
Lothar 11 raised the wine bottle above his head again.
Same thing the next time.
After three times in a row, Lothar's straight back collapsed instantly, and he leaned on the sofa, stuck there like a slug.
On his face, Lothar 11 no longer looked solemn.
The rest is just discomfort and...escape.
He is a waste.
Trash that can't change anything.
What else can you do besides escaping?
It's better to drink.
I'm drunk and don't know anything anymore.
Everything is over.
As for after sobering up?
Let’s talk about it then.
If you are really at a loss, just keep getting drunk.
This is how Lothar 11 has come over the years.
He was also prepared to continue living like this.
Another pot of strong liquor enters the mouth.
Burning pain.
Even if it wasn't the first bite, it still choked Lothar11.
Cough, cough!
Lothar 11 turned his head and coughed loudly.
He certainly knows basic table manners.
However, Jason was faster. He raised his hand to protect the barbecue in his arms, and turned around, facing away from Lothar. 11.
This scene made Lothar 11 feel helpless.
"Shouldn't you care about me at this time?"
"I was choked!"
"Am I not as good as a plate of barbecue?"
Lothar 11 emphasized.
"No."
Jason answered without hesitation, which immediately made Lothar 11 roll his eyes.
Then, Jason explained seriously.
"You are alive, you can move, and you are conscious."
"And it?"
"It is already its last moment in this world. Being food is its final mission. As a person who helps it complete this mission, I should treat it with caution."
Jason said, looking at the barbecue on the plate carefully, and then swallowed it in one bite.
Seeing Jason chewing and listening to the crisp sound, Lothar 11 blinked.
He thought what Jason said made sense, but he wanted to refute something.
But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know how to refute.
In the end, he could only pour the wine in his hand into his mouth.
"Your food has a mission, and so does my wine."
While drinking, Lothar 11 talked.
Then, this time, Lothar 11 did not drink all of it.
When there was still half of the wine in the pot, he listened. He did not lower his head, but stared blankly at the night sky.
The night sky, which was completely dark before, with a few twinkling stars, was now completely illuminated.
Pieces of blue-white light.
Just like the blue sky and white clouds during the day.
More people died.
At a speed far beyond Lothar 11's expectations.
It also far exceeded the number of people expected by Lothar 11.
Tears couldn't be restrained and began to flow.
He wiped it quickly, lowered his head and started drinking again.
This time, I no longer held my head high and drank it all in one gulp.
Instead, he just lowered his head and sipped it in small sips.
When half of the wine in the pot disappeared again, Lothar 11 couldn't help but asked Jason, who was starting to eat the twelfth piece of barbecue: "Is there really no way to change it?"
"have."
"You are strong enough."
"When you make all the rules, that's it."
Jason chewed the roast meat in his mouth and mumbled a 'standard answer'.
"Is it difficult?"
Lothar 11 curled up on the sofa again.
"Then just watch."
Jason said simply.
"But I feel a little uncomfortable...I don't want to give in? It doesn't seem to be...compassion? It doesn't seem to be...I don't know what it is. Anyway, I feel very uncomfortable now."
Lothar 11 spoke intermittently, subconsciously raising his head, but before he did, he buried his head in the sofa again, like an ostrich.
"You don't even know it yourself, how could I possibly know it?"
Jason ordered the thirteenth barbecue.
"Yeah, I don't even know it myself, how could you possibly know it."
Lothar 11 murmured, with a wry smile on her lips.
Does he really not know?
He knows it.
Just pretending not to know.
Otherwise, what else can be done?
He just found the master personality, but the master personality ignored him at all.
Thinking about it, how could the main personality be so 'powerful' to care about such a trivial matter? 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 disliked by the protagonist, I will be wiped out...
boom!
While Lothar 11 was still thinking, there was a loud noise above his head.
Instinctively, Lothar 11 raised his head.
If the night sky before was "blue sky and white clouds", the night sky at this time has become "scorching sun at noon".
Before, patches of battleships were annihilated by gunfire. Now, within Lothar 11's field of vision, all the battleships in the entire night sky area were annihilated.
How many people died?
Lothar 11 doesn’t know.
It's something I don't even dare to think about.
Snap, snap.
Suddenly, the sound of liquid slapping came from the skylight overhead.
Not much, just two or three drops.
Every drop is scarlet.
Lothar 11's eyes widened and her cheeks twitched slightly.
His hand holding the wine bottle was shaking violently.
The wine kept sloshing in the jug, making a unique sound of gurgling. Lothar 11 suddenly picked up the jug again and drank it all in one gulp.
After gently placing the wine bottle 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 color on the skylight, and you could only see a little liquid crawling there, but the color completely disappeared.
But the light rising in Lothar 11's eyes could not be concealed even at night.
"Jason, I want to change."
Lothar 11 said this.
"good."
Jason was eating his twentieth piece of barbecue and answered without raising his head.
Lothar 11, who was about to say something impassioned, was choked by this bland reaction.
"That's all?"
He looked at Jason with helplessness.
"Then what else?"
Jason asked rhetorically.
"Shouldn't you be happy or surprised because of my change?"
Lothar 11 reminded.
"It's your change, not mine. Why should I do this?"
Jason put down the empty plate, picked up the twenty-first piece of barbecue, and said very naturally.
Such an attitude made Lothar 11 even more helpless.
well!
He sighed.
He felt a little tired.
Why is he telling Jason this?
Just do it quietly.
"Surviving for the dead and fighting for the living, this is what I stand for!"
"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 personality did not obliterate him, which proves that the main personality 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 fists unclenched and stretched out out of thin air, as if shaking hands.
Jason just glanced at Lothar 11, who was performing a one-man show, and then withdrew his gaze.
It's really annoying for people who keep asking him questions even though they have already made up their minds.
If the barbecue in his hand hadn't been invited by the other party, Jason would have left long ago.
An agreement was reached with the host personality.
Lothar 11 took a deep breath.
call!
He breathed out a strong smell of alcohol, but Lothar 11's eyes were clear, and he turned on his personal communication device.
"The Simpsons 2 brought me the information about the battle just now."
"Um."
"I'm waiting for you."
After Lothar 11 ended the call, he was about to walk back to the sofa, but he stumbled after taking only two steps.
Dizziness.
Feet on cotton.
The wine was on the rise.
Lothar 11 frowned.
In the past, he didn't hate this feeling, but now he can't.
He resisted the feeling of dizziness, held on to the wall, moved to the bathroom step by step, and slammed his throat——
vomit!
The wine he just drank spewed out quickly.
Once, twice.
Lothar 11 didn't stop until he started vomiting so much acidic water.
He rinsed himself.
He slapped his cheek with his hand.
Drops of water fell from her cheeks. Lothar 11 looked at herself in the mirror and felt strange, but she was still handsome.
come on!
Lothar 11 said quietly.
Then, he turned around and left the bathroom.
When a person becomes goal-oriented, he will become vigorous, energetic, and positive, and that is... growth.
Breaking out of the cocoon and turning into a butterfly.
Yes, exists.
It was on that sofa that Lothar 11 began to look up various information and materials.
His hands were tapping rapidly, his eyes were like scanners, recording all the information he saw, and his brain was like a computer CPU starting to analyze one by one.
Even when Jason talked to him after finishing his midnight snack, he always answered in a daze.
"Is this the real Lothar 11?"
Hera asked quietly.
Next to him, Beard and Rothlow acted as if they were taking things for granted.
"certainly."
"This is the real Master Lothar 11."
"Drinking and being dissolute on weekdays are just disguises."
Beard said with a smile.
Hera 10 nodded, agreeing with Beard's statement, but also expressed her own statement at the same time.
"A sinister guy is far less handsome than Jason."
After Hera finished speaking, she walked towards Jason without giving Beard or Rothlow a chance to refute.
Beard glared at Hera who walked up to Jason and subconsciously raised his middle finger to ridicule this ignorant woman, but after thinking about it, he chose to give up.
He couldn't beat Hera10.
This feeling really made Beard extremely uncomfortable.
"Jialun, I'll leave this to you first. I'll go to the training room."
After Beard finished speaking, he walked to the training room.
Roslo also signaled to the ‘Golden Lamb’ and followed him.
After all, there is a friend of his there who needs 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 Area F?"
Hera walked up to Jason and did not speak directly. Instead, when Jason paused slightly, she handed over the tea that she had been preparing for a long time and then spoke.
"Um."
Jason took a sip of tea and nodded.
"As you might expect, 'they' set up an ambush."
"However, the eldest sister has prepared in advance, so the loss is not big - although the eldest sister said it very harshly, but with your reminder Jason, she still took it seriously. She just asked me to convey her gratitude."
"Of course it's not just verbal. She also prepared some gifts for you Jason, which will be shipped together with the batch of 'Ellon's Spears'."
"Eldest sister also invites you to..."
"Hahaha!"
"Found it!"
Hera 10 gradually reached the key point, and her whole body began to become nervous. She suppressed it and made herself say the words to invite 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 a look that could kill.
But the eleventh heir to the Lothar Family ignored such looks at all.
On the contrary, Lothar 11 also bypassed the round table and came to Jason. After squeezing Hera 10 away, he sat down next to Jason and said——
