Chapter 163. Can You Do That Again?
When Fredrick woke up, he found himself in a glass jar.
He was surrounded by liquid, and he had a breathing machine in the shape of a pig's nose on his mouth. He could see clearly through the surface of the glass cover.
Almost at the same time, two figures walked in from outside, as if they had been monitoring his movements.
It was Char and the mechanical Dwarf.
The Archbishop had probably never been in such a bad mood before, but he was a meticulous person, so he immediately understood his situation. He began to frantically calculate his chips and how to negotiate with the other party.
At that moment, he saw Char raise a sign with a picture drawn on it.
"Can you do that again?"
"Again?"
"Yes!"
"In the face of absolute power, all schemes are futile."
"Hahahahahahaha!"
Fredrick's face turned red, and his heart skipped a beat. Even he tried to control himself, he could not help but look away in embarrassment.
How could he be compared to a 21st-century netizen when it came to sarcasm?
Outside, Char was all smiles. He flipped the sign in his hand, and another line of words appeared.
"Can we talk now? If you agree, then kick the glass jar."
Fred thought for a moment, then looked at the mechanical Dwarf beside Char, and his mind was in a mess.
In the end, he still gave up.
He felt a power that far exceeded his own from the other party.
Thus, Fred unwillingly kicked the glass jar.
Whoosh!
The glass was shattered by his kick, and the liquid inside poured out. Fred also leaked out.
The two people standing in front of him seemed to have expected this. They jumped back in unison and stepped on a pillar that was slowly rising. Shaya even opened an umbrella to block the splashing water.
There were more than a dozen lifelike patchwork drawings on the umbrella, and every frame was a picture of Fred and Crickto being chased around by cannonballs and lasers during the exchange of skills. All of them were close-up shots, so high definition that even the nose hair could be clearly seen.
Fred took off his breathing device with great difficulty and climbed out of the water. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the painting.
Damn it.
Char guessed that the other party was almost done with her anger, so she put away her umbrella, handed over a set of clothes, and made a gesture of invitation.
The Archbishop snorted coldly, got dressed, and left with the two.
Outside, the sunlight was a little piercing to Fred.
"Your holiness, this is the spawn area. We don't have any other intentions. We're just here to show you," Char explained with a smile.
Fred looked around and found that he was in an open space, surrounded by iron puppets of all shapes and sizes. They were dark in color and reflected a ghastly glow under the sun, which further highlighted the overbearing characters on them.
"Soft."
"Merciful."
"Refined."
"Easy-going."
"Humble gentleman."
Fred was stunned!
However, even though he was shocked, he did not show it.
Each of the puppets before him was no less powerful than the big-headed iron puppet that had knocked him down. The Light-forged Puppets of the United Holy Kingdom were like children's toys in front of these puppets.
The other party had brought him to this place again, so the purpose of deterrence was self-evident.
"Your holiness, you said before that in the face of absolute power, all schemes are futile. I agree with you." Char said sincerely.
Fred's mouth twitched.
"A poor mockery."
"No, I'm just saying that this sentence is right." Char smiled and said, "At the same time, I'll show you the power I have. Of course, I'm not threatening you. I just want to cooperate and reach a win-win plan."
"Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Char snapped his fingers, and Crickto immediately handed over a manuscript.
Fred took it and looked at it with a grave expression.
"This is..."
"This is a change that might happen in the future. You may not care about this, but I'm different. There are too many people and things involved in this, and I care about them all. So let's make a deal. I can give you what you want, but from now on, we won't talk to each other on the surface, and we'll be traitors in secret. How about it?"
Fred did not answer immediately. Instead, he flipped through the things in his hands.
Written on it was when and where the demon disaster would break out, how the surrounding forces would react, what the internal public opinion of the United Holy Kingdom would be, and so on. It was like a calendar.
However, he also felt that it looked familiar, as if all of this had happened in the past. The content was so real that he could not believe it.
"Huh?" Fred suddenly raised his head and asked in surprise, "You stayed awake during the 177 reincarnation?"
"Of course." Char nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"
"Will you listen?" Char retorted, not even trying to hide his sneer.
Fred snorted and did not comment.
Indeed, if it was not for this series of failures and toying with him, he wouldn't have thrown away his restraint so easily, nor would he have looked him in the eye. As an Archbishop, he was used to using a commanding tone and a condescending attitude towards others, which was obviously not what Char wanted.
Fred took a deep breath.
"Tell me the details,"
"Alright. I'll provide you with a divinity."
"What!"
"Calm down, calm down, don't make such a big fuss. I'll tell you exactly how this thing came about and how it suppresses your personality," Char said seriously, "If you rashly fuse with it, you will most likely become a puppet of the Holy Spirits, and you will be possessed at any time, becoming a tool. Of course, it does not mean that it is absolutely useless. Since you want to carve out a path, it is always good to have a reference."
"Where did you get the divinity?"
Fred's burning eyes swept around and landed on Crickto.
The master blacksmith was instantly enraged, and she jumped up to kick the Fred's knee.
"What are you looking at? What kind of look was that? Ah, what's with that look?"
"Crickto, calm down!"
Char grabbed Crickto's arm and let him kick him a few times in the air. He then suppressed his laughter and said to Fred, "It has nothing to do with him. It's the divinity on Ortlinde's body."
"The Valkyrie?"
"That's right. You think that I'm a variable, and that's indeed the case. The Holy Spirits think so too, but they can't do anything to me. That's why, in one of the rehearsals, a divine persona was born in Ortlinde's body. Now, she has also inherited that thing, but she has become a sharp sword in the hands of the Holy Spirits. Her purpose is to limit me... This time, she has failed as well. You are the backup."
"Of course, I also failed."
Fred's face twitched. then what do you want me to do? "
"Don't do anything, no matter what I do."
The Archbishop cast a strange look at him, as if it had seen through his thoughts.
"Very good. I'll get Mia to come to Elfheim to assist in the rescue work. Kid, don't you need me to save Luke for you?"
"I'll figure it out myself."
"I know."
Fred nodded, as if he had just been relieved of a heavy burden.
"Treat her better." He said.
"Eh?"
His voice was muffled, and Char thought he was hallucinating.
When he raised his head, he realized that Fred had already turned around and left.
It was just that his back looked a little bleak.
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