Players’ NPC daddy

Chapter 593 Lock and Key
The counterfeiter came to the face of Tiyet. Although the face of Tiyet was motionless at the moment, like a lifeless dead object, he heard the sound of heavier breathing.

That's right, the real key was assembled in front of the Face of Tiye, and the king she was waiting for had restored his original appearance and came before her.

They were a match made in heaven, their bodies could merge perfectly into one without a single gap. Her body was empty, waiting for the king to return and make her complete.

But she couldn't cheer for this, because she was the lock, the door, and the guardian beast of the great tomb. Keeping the door closed forever was the meaning of her birth and her inherent mission.

So she chose to remain silent.

"Are you waiting for me to force the key in and unlock you?"

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The counterfeiter heard the rapid breathing for a moment, and he spread his hands calmly. At this moment, he was no longer as impatient and crazy as before, but instead savored the delicious food like an elegant gourmet.

"You call this shifting responsibility, which is not what I want, but I am just a door that was forced open by the thief. Although I resisted, the thief captured my husband and I had no way to resist."

“Although the routine is old, it is always exciting.”

[You thief, you actually slandered me again and again! ]

"You're angry and embarrassed. That's right. You didn't have to endure this kind of torture between [duty] and [desire]. It was me who had to say too much. You could have just opened the door. It's my fault." The forger clenched his right fist, put it to his mouth, and coughed lightly.

"But this is definitely not your fault. It's the fault of the person who created you."

[Not only did you slander me, you also dared to slander my creator! ]

This time, the Face of Tiyet was really angry. A dazzling light burst out from the eyes of the blurry goddess' face and swept towards the counterfeiter.

"If you are asked to protect the tomb forever, why give it to your husband?"

The counterfeiter remained calm, and the light slanted and brushed past his body.

"We're going to guard it forever, so why bother with a key?" the counterfeiter repeated, slowly walking towards Tiyet's face.

"Why not just make a key without a keyhole? Why not just make you perfect? ​​Without a keyhole, you won't have the weakness of your husband, and you can perfectly perform your duty of protecting the tomb."

"Giving you the keyhole is clearly to tempt you to fall. This is not your problem, but the problem of your Creator!"

"Locks are meant to be opened with keys! This is the truth of the world!"

[This... The great Creator always has mysteries that we, the creations, cannot fathom.] Tiyet's face hesitated, and the counterfeiter's words were no longer as offensive as before. It seemed that he was standing on her side, speaking up for the torture and choices she had endured.

"Perhaps the Creator is hinting to you that after your husband appears and you become complete, your mission will end." The forger patiently advised.

[But the Creator said he would protect us forever...]

"The Creator always has mysteries that we, the creatures, cannot fathom, doesn't He? Perhaps this is a hint that you need to understand on your own. Only when you choose to let go can you be truly free and stay with your husband forever."

[Really? Really?] Tiyete's face was filled with surprise and joy. She changed her opinion of this eloquent thief.

[Then give me my husband quickly! I'll let you in!] "Wait, isn't it too easy to get my husband like this?" The counterfeiter stretched out his hands, and two keys appeared in front of Tiyete's face with their heads hidden by their fingers.

"Consider this the final test given to you by the Creator. You choose your true husband, and then you can leave."

[Humph! You rude human, you actually dare to challenge me by using my loyalty to my king.] Tiet laughed and cursed, obviously treating the test proposed by the forger as a free point.

[Although I have only been united with my king at birth, that perfect feeling is the source of my loyalty. I will never forget the appearance of my king.]

[It must be the one in your left hand! ]

The corners of Blaze's eyes twitched because Tiye's Face swore that he had made the wrong choice, while Tiye's Face kept praising the fake key.

[With that strong and powerful posture, the muscles that are like pure gold, the noble mithril blood flowing, and the organs made of gems, he is undoubtedly my husband! ]

"Ah, do you know what's so special about this key?" The counterfeiter suddenly turned around and began to introduce it.

"The inside of the statue has a complete organ structure. When it was separated into mysterious fragments, the muscles, blood vessels, and internal organs of the statue were all separated. Therefore, the difficulty of this process is quite outrageous. I studied it..."

"Shut up and get on with it! Don't insert scientific and educational content when the scene is almost climaxing!" Wardsifer roared, his eyes rolling back in a ferocious look.

"It's really boring. The more critical the moment, the calmer we have to be. Otherwise, we will miss a lot of branch details." The forger shrugged, walked slowly to the front of the stone wall, and then looked embarrassed.

"It's a bit high, could you please bend down?"

[Humans are just too troublesome. Never mind. It’s no wonder you’re not as tall as my king.]

The stone wall shook, and the goddess in the mural knelt down, leaving the empty top of her head just in front of the forger.

"Okay, I'll put your husband in right away." The forger smiled, an unusually bright smile, and before taking out the key in his left hand, he casually threw away the key in his right hand.

The Face of Tiye didn't care because it was just a fake and inferior thing.

"Oh, by the way, do you know Set?" The counterfeiter held onto the wall and slowly moved the throne statue in his hand closer to the crown on the goddess' head.

[Ah, the culprit who tore my king apart, a despicable villain, a greedy villain. When my king returns, he will be stabbed to death at the foot of the throne, so that he will never be able to sit on the real throne. Let him in quickly! ]

The voice of the Face of Tiyet was full of hatred, and at the same time it urged the counterfeiter to be quick.

"Really?" The forger smiled slightly, but did not put it in. Instead, he pointed to the key on the ground.

"Look at the key over there."

[Fakes are not worthy of me——] The voice of Tiyet's Face stopped abruptly. It was probably the look of shock and speechlessness when a human subconsciously looks at something.

Because the object of her solemn vow of loyalty was thrown carelessly on the ground, and the one approaching her important keyhole was...

A man with a ferocious beast head sitting on a throne.

(End of this chapter)