Chapter 117 Chapter79 The Death of Charlie King Charlie King paused suspiciously. For a moment, he felt that he didn't open the door to find an enemy squatting at the door, but just picked up a little girl who had nowhere to go in the middle of the night. But...this hobby, why does it seem a little familiar? Could it be that people who are suitable for the "fate" path like to eat ice cream? How could it be possible to choose people like this? This is too much of a joke, right? Charlie King couldn't help laughing at his own thoughts. He shook his head and said to Alice: "Sorry, I don't have that kind of thing here." Alice's facial features wrinkled up all of a sudden. As she walked to the sofa, she hesitated and made a choice: "Then...then let's have coffee." Charlie King felt a little confused when he saw Alice really start to order. He brewed the coffee, and after watching Alice add sugar cubes, he naturally prepared to take a sip to taste it, and finally couldn't help asking: "Aren't you worried that I'll poison you?" ... Alice looked at Charlie King and laughed as if she remembered something funny, and then said to her: "Sorry, I don't have that kind of thing here."
Alice felt a little disappointed, because neither coffee nor black tea was her favorite. She hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't continue to be picky, and chose coffee. After Charlie King put the brewed coffee with sugar and milk in front of her, she added two sugar cubes to it, and then picked it up to try. She heard Charlie King ask in confusion: "Aren't you worried that I'll poison you?" Alice thought about this serious question seriously. When Charlie King gave her the formula of the "Calamity Priest" potion, she didn't doubt it, because she really didn't expect it. When Charlie King invited her in, she didn't doubt it, because there was no spiritual prompt. Did she...believe in divination and spiritual warnings a little too much? This seemed to be a habit she had developed over the years, but trusting a reminder and warning from an existence that she had no control over seemed to be dangerous in itself. Especially when there was a mercury snake waiting for an opportunity at the end of the road. Alice finally did not sip the coffee, but just held the cup in her hand, feeling the temperature in her hand, and asked in the rising heat: "What do you want to do?" ... Charlie King looked at Alice, who became alert because of his words. She still held the cup of coffee, but did not drink it in the end. He saw Alice raised her head and looked at him after thinking for a while and asked: "What do you want to do?" What does he want to do? What can he do? Charlie King finally sighed, looked at Alice and asked: "Can I choose a less painful way to die?" Alice was stunned. She carefully observed Charlie King's expression, and the other party's expression was calm and peaceful. When he said this, he even smiled. Alice remembered Charlie King's expression when she first saw him - from the thousands of thoughts that were swirling around to the calm relief at the end.
Alice finally understood his attitude from the beginning to now. Complex emotions surged in her heart, and Alice felt that she should have a lot to say, but when the emotions surged to her throat, she couldn't even form a complete sentence. Finally, Alice put down the teacup in her hand and asked him: "Why don't you struggle again?" This question was asked to Charlie King, and also to remind herself. She was afraid that one day she would be like Charlie King and ask others: "Can I choose a less painful way to die?" The way Charlie King gave up struggling seemed to foreshadow her future. Charlie King shook his head gently, looked at Alice and asked: "Would you like to hear a story?" Alice listened quietly. From him becoming an extraordinary person, to him being evaluated as unsuitable for the "fate" path, to the three years when he could not see the hope of promotion, to the surprise and fear of finally being promoted, to his attempt to resist and report her existence to the church. Finally, Charlie King asked, "Can you tell me how you found me?" Alice pursed her lips, looked at him reluctantly and said, "...I am the one who loves the night." "...Haha, hahaha." Charlie King suddenly laughed, laughed so hard that his body arched unnaturally, and laughed so hard that tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes. Finally, he sighed and said, "Fate, you are really...not fair at all." "No," Alice shook her head and gently denied the other party's words, "The fairest thing about fate is that it is unfair to everyone." "The fairest thing about fate is that it is unfair to everyone..." Charlie King murmured this sentence, with a trance in his eyes. Alice looked at him quietly, immersed in her own thoughts, until- Charlie King pulled out a gun from under the coffee table, put the gun into his mouth, and pulled the trigger. The gunshot was so abrupt in the silent night that Alice widened her eyes in astonishment, watching the gun fall to the ground because it lost its owner's grip. ...Is he crazy? When a shining gold coin slowly took shape on Charlie King's body, when she subconsciously stood up and picked up the gold coin, when the touch of the gold coin appeared at her fingertips, she finally understood the current situation. "Dang--" The gold coin fell to the floor, rolled forward for a distance, spun a few times in place, and finally stopped. Alice stood there, pinched her arm hard again, forced herself to look away, and shifted her attention to Charlie King's body. ...Don't get close, don't look. She closed her eyes, letting her breathing slowly slow down, and then she softly chanted in ancient Hermetic language: "The fool who does not belong to this era, "The mysterious ruler above the gray fog, "The yellow and black king who controls good luck,
"..." Klein, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the prayer again. He climbed up the gray fog cursing, but he couldn't help but worry in his heart. Although Alice did make a little noise, she was not so ignorant...right? When he saw the body next to Alice through the crimson star, Klein was not sure whether he was relieved or relieved. He leaned towards the crimson star and heard Alice's voice: "...I want to sacrifice Charlie King's extraordinary characteristics to you, please help me keep it. " Is there anything wrong with this thing? Is she so anxious to sacrifice it to me in the middle of the night? Klein frowned and responded to the crimson star: "Okay."
