Law of the Devil

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Chapter 652 [Absolute Pen (Top)]

Dewey sighed at the coffin for a while, and then took a strange thing out of her arms -- something that nobody in the world would recognize, but three pillars of incense.

As soon as Dewey trembled at his fingertips, a little light lit up the fragrance. In the smoke, Dewey said softly, "Hey, you know what? This thing, but it's unique in the world. Before I came, I was thinking, a guy as unique as you is dead, I should give you something special. I wanted to think about it, so I made this thing myself. This thing, before me... well, in the other world, it's called ‘incense’, alas... I was going to get some yuanbao candles or something, but I'm afraid of trouble. ”

Dewey held three columns of incense in his hand, facing the coffin, Zheng focused on three points.

At this time, a breeze passed behind him, gently lifting the black curtain at the entrance to the palace.

Dewey frowned slightly, not turning back, but faded away: “What's wrong? Didn't Your Majesty allow me to be alone for a moment? ”

Behind him came a dull voice: "Duchess. ”

The voice was a little familiar, and Dewey moved in her heart and turned around and looked behind her.

A thin figure, wearing a red robe, is the outfit of a court magician. It's just that the red cloak covered his face, and the reason for the angle, although there was a fire basin burning around him, he was impartial, standing in the back light, and lowered his head so that people couldn't see his face.

But when Dewey heard the voice, he was surprised: "Yippee? You?”

“I am the chief magician of the court.” The man whispered.

Dewey's face slightly changed, looking at this guy's eyes, a little deep, seemed to think for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: “Oh, I see... that surprises me. You are the chief magician of the court? Hmm... but this should also be Chen's arrangement. This guy always likes to do some tricks in the dark. I wouldn't be surprised if it was something he did. It's just... you're hiding very well. ”

This guy in the red court magician robe, identified as the chief magician of the court, is certainly an old acquaintance of Dewey!!

Dewey stared at him again for a while and then lowered his voice: “As the chief magician of the court... and as deacon of the magic union, Master Clark, you shoulder a heavy burden. ”

Clark!

This man is Clark, the magic union deacon! That was the guy who almost became Dewey's Enlightenment Magic Teacher in the early days!

Dewey nodded and thought about it before laughing: “I remember, you... it's probably Chen He set up a chess piece a long time ago. Oh, remember the first time I met Tatsune, it was in the magic union. By then, you were already his man. ”

Clark slowly removed the cape and smiled slightly at Dewey: "Duke, you guessed well. I have been trained by court magicians since I was a little girl. Later, in order to work for the royal family, his identity was hidden from the palace and he joined the Magic Union. ”

After a pause, his smile was a little complicated: "But it's also fate. If it hadn't been for that coup d 'état, the former chief magistrate would have died the day of the coup d 'état, and I wouldn't have come to power so easily. After His Majesty took power, he reused the newcomers, and I held important positions in the Magic Union, to which His Majesty attached particular importance. ”

“Hmm.” Dewey nodded: “That's right...” But he looked at Clark again: “Looks like the royal family took on the Magic Union a long time ago. ”

“This has been the case for centuries.” Nor does Clark disguise: “The three forces, whether temples or royal and magical unions, have for generations been indispensable in this interpenetration. ”

“Humph." Dewey smiled for a moment and stopped making noise —— no point, nothing strange.

But Clark, as a royal court magician, it's not easy to climb to the deacon's height in the Magic Union! This guy, he's hiding deep!

“But you came all of a sudden and revealed your identity to me... aren't you afraid of me...” Dewey said here, deliberately pausing.

“Not afraid.” Clarktan said: "You are a man of the Regent's trust, and His Highness told me before his death. Say that I can trust you and that you will be willing to accept his pre-mortem orders. ”

“Promise?” Dewey shook his head: "You know, if I divulged your secret, you wouldn't be able to stay at the Magic Union. It took you years to get into the top of the Magic Union, and even in the future, you might have a chance to be president of the Magic Union. ”

“The President of the Magic Union is impossible.” Clark laughed a little: “I can be a deacon. It's over. Magic unions naturally have their traditions, but those who can become presidents of magic unions are the disciples of some former prestigious old magicians. And an outsider like me who penetrates an outsider inside a magic union, although I try my best to be talented, is lucky to be a deacon. If I want to be president of the Magic Union, I lack the deep backstage, and I am not from the traditional prestigious disciples of the Magic Union, there is no hope. ”

“Looks like you're not afraid I'm gonna divulge your secret-- are you so confident? ”

“Not that I have confidence.” Clark shook his head and looked at Dewey, his eyes were serious: "Rather, Your Highness, he had great confidence in you. ”

Dewey whispered, as if thinking for a moment: "Tell me, what does he... entrust me with? ”

Clark slowly touched something out of his arms.

It was a letter, a rolled thick piece of paper, and the rolled look in his hand, faint red, hidden.

Clark looked serious and handed this roll of paper to Dewey.

Dewey just turned out, not opening it, but asking very bluntly: "Oh, did he leave it for me? What does it say? ”

Clark looked straight, shook his head: “I haven't seen it. This is a magic roll that can only be opened once, and when opened, it burns automatically. ”

Dewey nodded and felt a slight fluctuation of magic on the roll.

The paper roll was gently expanded, and the dense and numb writing on it was definitely his familiar Prince Chen's pen. And... there are faint red marks on that piece of paper... hmm?

“This is the last pen before His Majesty's death.” Clark's voice seemed to be half emotional: “I was there when he wrote it. His Royal Highness... wrote in the back, his body was no longer able to hold on and he was still vomiting blood. ”

Dewey's heart sank and looked at the red marks on the paper. It was definitely bloodstained. For a moment, his heart sank, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

Is it... a pen?

Looking at the contents of the letter, word for word, so clear, but as if it were so vague...

“Hello, Dewey:

You saw this letter when I was dead. Well, I was kind of weird when I wrote that. Over the past few days, I've taken my medication and barely let me get my mind up and get rid of the last few things. After everything was done, I waited quietly to die.

Do you know what it's like to wait for death? I'll tell you what, it's not as scary as you think. Well, how do I put it? Still very calm... Forget it, I don't have to tell you these words, one day, when you die, you will understand.

For the past few days, I've been thinking about the question: … How many people would be really sad about this after I die?

I thought about it and thought about it, my queen and I were in a good relationship, and she would definitely be sad. And my daughter Karina, and my sister Louise, will be sad. Others... I want to think about it, it seems I only think about you.

Isn't that strange?

I find it strange myself because, in recent days, our relationship seems a little tense, as if there is a gradual trend from friends to enemies...

But even so, I'm still convinced that you'll be sad for me when I'm dead, right?

Are you crying? Were you crying? Don't lie to me. We'll meet on the day you die, and then you can't fool me. And... you know, it's not easy to lie to me. ”

Seeing here, Dewey squeezed the paper's hand and couldn't help but squeeze it tightly, breathing was a little unstable, and there was a little more enthusiasm in her eyes.

His subconscious glance at Clark immediately made Clark realize: "The letter has arrived, it is His Majesty's last words, and only you alone have the right to know. Dewey, you keep looking. I'm going out first. ”

After that, he gently drifted out again like a wind.

Dewey took a deep breath and took a steady and steady look before continuing to look back...

“... Dewey, in fact, I've always had a big question about you. I always thought that your life experience, until now, was a miracle. Or… you even seem to be, at all, a person who shouldn't belong to this world. ”

Seeing here, Dewey's heart jumps suddenly!

(Alas, writing here suddenly doesn't work. Chen is a character I love so much, I wrote about him, and I feel sad in my own heart. This letter, I thought hard, wanted to write a tear gas, but it said, I couldn't help but feel sad.

Never mind, that's it for today. Let's continue tomorrow.

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