Chapter 57 In the Sonata, Ascension

Jason looked at Lothar 11, who was whispering softly. Such a gaze was not hidden, and Lothar 11 soon discovered.

He turned his head and scratched the back of his head.

"Am I very hopeless?"

Saying that, Lothar Eleven gave a wry smile.

"I'm a timid person."

"Fear of my father, eldest brother, and of death."

"Or I'm afraid of all the unknowns."

"And then I thought, are those who have experienced death also afraid?"

"So, I hope to be able to bless them, let them rest in peace, at least...don't be afraid."

Lothar 11 spoke very seriously.

After speaking, the eleventh-in-line heir to the 'Lothar Family' bowed his head in embarrassment.

But the words continued.

"Am I being hypocritical?"

"Obviously everything was picked up by me."

"Now it's fake compassion... It's really hypocritical."

Lothar 11's voice became more and more low.

Jason's eyes didn't deviate.

He saw Lothar 11 raise his hand and touch the corner of his eye quietly.

I don't mind, Lothar 11, who can hold his thigh with tears streaming down his face, obviously doesn't want anyone to see what he looks like now.

"I'm hungry."

No consolation.

No persuasion.

won't tell.

Jason said so.

Lothar 11, who lowered his head, was stunned for a moment, then he laughed.

"It really is your style, Jason.

"

Lothar 11 said, raised his hand and waved.

Immediately, all the tables and chairs in the conference room disappeared.

Instead, there is a loveseat and a small round table.

There are pots and saucers on the round table.

There is wine in the pot.

On the plate, there is meat.

Alcohol is spirits.

The meat is grilled.

Lothar 11 went around the round table and sat on the sofa, while Jason sat directly on the floor.

Lothar 11 picked up the jug and raised it slightly above his head, motioned to the shining 'stars' that kept flashing, motioned to the dark, deep night sky, and then motioned to Jason.

Then, drink it up.

Jason didn't drink, 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, the second one.

Lothar Eleven raised the jug over his head again.

The next time too.

After three times in a row, Lothar 11's straight back collapsed instantly, and he leaned on the sofa, stuck there like a slug.

On his face, Lothar 11 is no longer solemn.

The rest is just discomfort and... escape.

He is trash.

Waste that can't change anything.

Besides running away, what else can you do?

Better yet, drink.

I was drunk and didn't know anything.

All is over.

As for after sober?

Then say it again.

If you are really overwhelmed, keep getting drunk.

Over the years, Lothar 11 has come this way.

He was also ready to go on like this.

Another pot of spirits.

Burning pain.

Even if it wasn't the first sip, it still choked on Lothar 11.

Cough, cough, cough!

Lothar Eleven tilted his head and coughed loudly.

Of course he knew the basic table manners.

However, Jason was faster, raised his hand to protect the barbecue in his arms, turned his body and turned his back to Lothar 11.

This scene made Lothar 11 feel helpless.

"At this time, shouldn't you care about me?"

"I'm choking!"

"Am I worse than a plate of barbecue?"

Lothar 11 emphasized.

"No."

Jason answered without hesitation, causing Lothar Eleven to roll his eyes.

Then, Jason explained seriously.

"You are alive, you can move, and you are still conscious."

"And it?"

"It's the last moment in this world. Being food is its last mission, and as the person who helps it accomplish this mission, I should be careful."

As Jason said, he carefully looked at the roasted meat on the plate, and then swallowed it.

Seeing Jason chewing and listening to the crisp sound, Lothar Eleven blinked.

He felt that Jason was right, but he wanted to refute something.

But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know how to refute it.

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 spoke.

Then, this time, Lothar 11 didn't drink all of it.

When there was still half of the wine in the jug, he listened to it, and he didn't lower his head, just stared blankly at the night sky.

It was dark before, next to the night sky with a few 'stars' twinkling, and this time it was completely illuminated.

Pieces of blue-white brilliance.

Just like the blue sky and white clouds in the daytime.

More people died.

At a speed far exceeding Lothar 11's expectations.

It also far exceeded the number of people expected by Lothar 11.

Tears could not be held back and began to flow.

He wiped quickly, lowered his head and started drinking again.

This time, it was no longer a gulp with a head held high.

Instead, he just lowered his head and took a small sip.

When half of the wine in the pot disappeared again, Lothar 11 couldn't help rushing to Jason, who started to eat the twelfth roast, and asked, "Is there really no way to change it?"

"Have."

"You are strong enough."

"When all the rules are made by you, that's fine."

Jason chewed the roast meat in his mouth and said a 'standard answer' vaguely.

"Is it difficult?"

Lothar 11 curled up on the sofa again.

"Then watch."

Jason said bluntly.

"But I'm feeling a little bit... not reconciled? It doesn't seem to be... sympathy? It doesn't seem to be... I don't know what it is, anyway, I'm feeling very uncomfortable now."

Lothar 11 said intermittently, subconsciously about to raise his head, but before he raised his head, he buried his head in the sofa again, like an ostrich.

"You don't know it yourself, how can I know?"

Jason ordered the thirteenth roast.

"Yeah, I don't know it myself, how could you possibly know."

Lothar 11 murmured, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Does he really not know?

He knows.

Just pretend not to know.

Otherwise, what else can we do?

He had just found the main character, but the main character completely ignored him.

Thinking about it, how could he possibly care about such trivial matters with the 'power' of the main character, and only his created sub-personality can be so cowardly.

I also want to do something.

But I really can't do it!

If I am disgusted by the main character, I will be wiped...

boom!

Lothar 11 was still thinking, when a loud bang came from above his head.

Instinctively, Lothar Eleven looked up.

If the previous night sky was a 'blue sky and white clouds', the night sky at this time has become a 'noon scorching sun'.

Before, the battleships were annihilated in pieces under the fire of artillery fire. At this time, within the sight of Lothar 11, the battleships in the entire night sky area were annihilated.

How many people died?

Lothar 11 does not know.

Not even thinking about it.

pat, pat.

Suddenly, there was the sound of liquid slapping from the skylight overhead.

Not much, just two or three drops.

Every drop is scarlet.

Lothar 11's eyes widened and his cheeks twitched slightly.

His hand holding the jug trembled violently.

The liquor kept swaying in the jug, and with the peculiar sound of gudong and gudong, Lothar 11 suddenly picked up the jug again, and he drank it again.

After gently placing the jug on the round table, Lothar 11 stood up directly.

He forced himself to look at the strange night sky at the 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 the scarlet on the skylight, and only a little liquid could be seen crawling there, but the color completely disappeared.

The light that rose in Khloza 11's eyes could not be concealed even overnight.

"Jason, I want to change."

Lothar 11 said so.

"it is good."

Jason ate the twentieth serving of roast meat and answered without raising his head.

Lothar 11, who was about to say some impassioned words, was choked by the bland reaction.

"Only in this way?"

He looked at Jason, helpless.

"So what else?"

Jason asked back.

"Shouldn't you be relieved, surprised, etc. because of my change?"

Lothar Eleven reminded.

"It's your change, not me, why should I do this?"

Jason put down the empty plate, picked up the twenty-first roast meat, and said very naturally.

Such an attitude made Lothar 11 even more helpless.

well!

He sighed.

He felt a little tired.

Why did he tell Jason this?

Just do it silently.

"Surviving for the dead, 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 Eleven stood there and whispered to himself.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Nothing happened.

Lothar Eleven clenched his fists.

The protagonist did not obliterate him, which proved that the protagonist also approved his ideas.

That--

"We fight side by side!"

"I try to help you win everything!"

"You give me the world I want!"

"We made an agreement!"

The clenched fist was released and stretched out of thin air, as if shaking hands.

Jason just glanced at Lothar 11, who was playing the "one-man show", and then withdrew his gaze.

It's really annoying for someone who has already made a decision in his heart, but keeps asking him.

If the barbecue in his hand was not invited by the other party, Jason would have left long ago.

Agreed with the main character.

Lothar Eleven took a deep breath.

call!

The strong alcohol smell exhaled, but Lothar 11's eyes were clear, and he turned on the personal contactor.

"The Simpsons 2 brought me the information about the war just now."

"Um."

"I'm waiting for you."

After speaking, Lothar 11 ended the call and was about to walk back to the sofa, but he stumbled after only two steps.

Dizziness.

Step on cotton.

The wine was pouring.

Lothar Eleven frowned.

In the past, he didn't hate this feeling, but now he can't.

He resisted the dizziness, leaned against the wall, moved to the bathroom step by step, and snapped his throat—

vomit!

The liquor that had just been drank spewed out quickly.

Once, twice.

It wasn't until he started spitting up sour water that Lothar 11 stopped.

He rinses himself.

Pat his cheek with his hand.

The drops of water fell from his cheeks, and Lothar 11 looked at himself in the mirror, feeling strange, but still handsome.

come on!

Lothar 11 said quietly.

Then, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

When a person becomes purposeful, he becomes aggressive, he becomes energetic, he becomes positive, and that is... growth.

Cocooning Butterfly.

It exists.

On that sofa, Lothar 11 began to look up various information and materials.

His hands were beating rapidly, his eyes were like scanners, all the information he saw was recorded, and his brain was like the cpu of a computer and began to analyze one by one.

Even if Jason talked to him after supper, he answered in a trance.

"This is the real Lothar 11?"

Hera 10 asked quietly.

Beside him, Beard and Roslow looked like they were taken for granted.

"certainly."

"This is the real Master Lothar Eleven."

"Drinking and debauchery on weekdays are just disguise."

Beard said with a smile.

Hera nodded at 10, agreeing with Beard's statement, but at the same time saying her own.

"Insidious guy, far less handsome than Jason."

After Hera 10 finished speaking, she walked towards Jason without giving Beard and Roslow a chance to refute.

Beard glared at Hera 10 who walked up to Jason, and subconsciously raised his middle finger to ridicule this woman who didn't understand anything, but after thinking about it, he chose to give up.

He can't beat Hera 10.

This feeling really made Beard very uncomfortable.

"Jialun will leave it to you first, I'll go to the training room."

Beard said and walked to the training room.

Luo Luo also gestured to the 'Golden Lamb' and followed.

After all, there was a friend of his who needed his care there.

The 'Golden Lamb' watched his colleagues leave, and then devoted himself to his work as a bodyguard.

As for what happens inside?

The 'Golden Lamb' believes that Jason and Lothar 11 will handle it well.

"Are you looking at the history of Section F?"

Hera 10 walked to Jason's side and didn't speak directly. Instead, when Jason paused for a while, he handed over the tea he had prepared for a long time before he 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, and the loss is not big-although the eldest sister said it very harshly, but with your reminder, Jason, she still cares. She just asked me to express my thanks."

"Of course it's not just verbal, she also prepared a little gift for you, Jason, which will be shipped with the batch of 'Spears of Elron'."

"And the elder sister invited you to..."

"Hahaha!"

"found it!"

Hera 10 gradually talked about the key points, and the whole person began to get nervous. She held back and told herself to say the words of inviting Jason in the calmest tone.

But before she could say this, Lothar 11, who had been quiet all along, suddenly laughed, interrupting her words.

Hera 10 glared at Lothar 11 with murderous eyes.

But the 11th heir to the 'Lothar Family' didn't pay any attention to this kind of gaze.

On the contrary, Lothar 11 also bypassed the round table and came to Jason's side. After pushing Hera 10 away, he sat next to Jason and said—

"Jason, look at this!"