Chapter 515 Fun People and Good Stories
A war spear tempered by the battlefield, with a powerful killing force; a divine spear tempered by the flame of God, with unparalleled power in the world. ɱ
Most people would be scared in front of these two heroic spears.
But Shakespeare is obviously not among these most people. Even with two guns on his neck, he still pretended to be helpless and spread his hands, with an innocent expression.
"Could it be that I violated some taboo by communicating with Mr. Siegfried, who was once the Black Saber?"
Beside him, Siegfried looked at the aggressive Achilles, Amakusa, Empress and Karna, and hesitated to speak.
How did these four people get together? Are S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra assembled?
From Fei Ge's perspective, he was just invited in by Shakespeare for an interview, and the next moment the FBI opened the door directly. The look of facing a great enemy made him unable to deal with it.
Siegfried was still confused, Amakusa cleared his throat and started to follow the procedure:
"Caster, we have evidence against you, you'd better tell the truth."
"Evidence? Wait wait wait Father, what are you talking about?" Shakespeare sat in a chair, looking shocked, but the Empress had no time to play a trick on him, and said coldly:
"Your Master, or the former Master, all the Command Seals disappeared, who did it?"
"And, what is that person's purpose?"
Faced with the Empress's questioning, Shakespeare did not respond, but Siegfried subconsciously looked at the great writer, and inexplicably got a big melon.
Just like Amakusa and others saw the disappearance of the Command Seals and realized that someone was playing tricks, all the people present were heroes, with first-class wisdom and force (Shabi:?), but unlike Amakusa and others, Siegfried knew more and was more awake.
After all, he was forced into a desperate situation yesterday. For some reason, Sakutsuki and Lingxia didn't tell him anything, so Fei Ge didn't know that Shabi was also a traitor. Shakespeare wanted to show his cards, but he was caught before he could say anything. The words of the empress undoubtedly explained why Shakespeare suddenly came to him.
Unbelievable, was Caster on the red side also recruited by Sakutsuki? No, it's natural. After all, he and Liu Dao Lingxia are on the black side and the red side respectively, and that's the idea.
It's really a terrifying strategy, that assassin.
There is only one question left, Shakespeare, will he answer honestly?
Siegfried's worries are not wrong. As a fun person, Shabi naturally has no loyalty. If the only reason for him to participate in the Holy Grail War is described, there is only one sentence-
Boring, I want to see a river of blood!
For the excitement of the story, he can decisively betray Amakusa, and naturally he can also stab Sakutsuki in the back.
Being held on the chair, Shakespeare's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were rolling around, flashing with a calculating light.
——So, up to this point, there is no doubt that he is walking on the route of a masterpiece, but the destined ending makes people lose interest at all.
He is clear about Shuoyue's plan. If he continues at this pace, it will only be a matter of time before the blue team completely erodes the red and black teams. When Shuoyue disguises himself privately and reveals his hideous face, neither Tianca nor Qianjieshu will be able to save the situation.
For those who have planned all this, the more devastating the victory, the more hearty the joy, but Shakespeare is different. He is a writer. What he wants to see is twists and turns, a cold victory carved on a dangerous mountain.
The protagonist needs to go through many hardships. A life that is smooth from beginning to end should be left to mortals in other places. What he needs is the dramatic part, whether it is comedy or tragedy, or any other ending besides this, special people need a life that matches their identity.
So, let the storm come more violently!
"I really can't hide it from you..." Under Siegfried's vigilant gaze, Shakespeare shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "Well, then we admit that there are indeed people among us who have extended their hands of desire to the Holy Grail! Under the cover of blood and darkness, there are blue shadows weaving lies!"
As expected of a great playwright, a few short sentences of allegorical poems came out of his trembling beard, with ups and downs, and the curtain of the stage slowly opened, with a mysterious shadow passing through it, leaving a deep and dangerous sneer.
"So, who is he?" Achilles said in a deep voice, and Shakespeare responded with a bad laugh.
"Before you die, bear the pain for love and admire for hope! In other words, I won't tell you... Uh-oh!"
With a 'clang' sound, the magic sword deflected the war spear, and Siegfried stood in front of Sabby and sighed: "I'm sorry, but please calm down, Red Rider."
"Are you shielding a traitor, Black Saber!" Achilles has been unhappy with the Riddler for a long time, and naturally he will not give in, "Get out of my way!"
"But you are now a servant of the black side." Siegfried calmly pointed out this fact, and Achilles was speechless, and at this moment, Karna put away the gun and looked at Siegfried.
"I promise you that I won't hurt Red Caster, but can you please go out with me, Black Saber?"
Under the gaze of those noble eyes, Siegfried was silent for a moment, put down his weapon, and left the study with Karna. Achilles, who had calmed down, leaned against the wall and sulked, while Amakusa looked at the unyielding Shakespeare and sighed softly.
Achilles is right. As a traitor, he should be executed. However, Shabi is the only one who has the information about the real murderer behind the scenes. He will still be useful until the information is fully unearthed. .
Thinking like this, I found that Shakespeare had looked at him at some point, his eyes full of smiles, as if to say:
So, what should you do, Father?
"...It's just a tripartite confrontation. You should also know the story of the duel between the three gunmen, right?"
"The last one to survive is the third child with the worst marksmanship, right?" Shakespeare laughed, "It seems that the priest also knows his position very well."
"No." Amakusa shook his head and turned to leave without looking at Shakespeare.
"I mean, the one who dies first must be the strongest one."
Amakusa left, and Achilles had no reason to stay. He turned to leave, but Shakespeare stopped him:
"Rider, I will definitely write your story in the future, so now I have a question. Do you think it is better to write it as a tragedy or a comedy?"
"...I am no longer with you, do you still want to write even so?"
"Of course." Shakespeare smiled, and he looked at the books on the desk where the ink had not yet dried, as if the king was looking at his territory,
"But, in the end, it is just a story. No matter how accurate the language is to express it, your life is still something that only belongs to you. Therefore, whether it is a comedy or a tragedy, there is actually no difference."
"Hmph, you can still say some pretty good things." Achilles muttered as his past scenes flashed through his mind. The son of a hero and a goddess was born into the world, separated from his mother when he was young, then learned arts, fought, fell in love with others, hated others, and finally died in battle.
It must be a process that can be expressed through language, and whether it is happy or sad depends on Achilles' own preference.
Finally, the half-length man carrying the war gun smiled boldly and stepped out.
"Let's write it as a comedy, the kind of story that makes people who read it laugh at the ridiculous content. In fact, only the heel retains the human state, and in the end he is shot there and dies. I'm afraid there is nothing like this in the world. An even more ridiculous ending!”
Facing Achilles who smiled at life, Shakespeare wiped the smile off his face, lowered his head deeply and said:
"——That will definitely be a good story."
The door was closed, completely separating the two of them.