Hellish Affairs

"With my current physical fitness, I shouldn't be able to see the effect of this medicine?" Joyas tried to avoid the option of testing the medicine.

"It's okay, it will definitely work." Morgan said with certainty.

Joyas opened his eyes wide: "Is that why you want me to test the medicine?"

Morgan's emerald green eyes shone brightly in the dark room: "Joyas, don't you want to?"

"Then tell me the real effect of the medicine, so that I can be mentally prepared!" Joyas said seriously, "Then even if it is poison, I will drink it willingly."

"Although it is not a poison, it is indeed a potion that can directly cause certain changes in the body..."

"I'm sorry! Is it too late for me to retract what I just said?"

Joyas Pendragon.

He regretted it without hesitation!

"Joyas, why do you think I would place such a magic trap at the gate of my castle?" Morgan kept looking at him in the cage with a smile on his face.

Joyas spoke as a matter of course: "Isn't it used to prevent enemies from entering..."

Then he thought of something and immediately closed his mouth.

"That's right, how could there be enemies in Avalon?" A bottle of potion appeared out of nowhere in the silver-haired witch's hand, and she smiled and said, "This magic circle is specially set up for you."

After Morgan knew that Joyas would come here to find him, he began to plan.

Then it evolved into what it is today.

Joyas's scarlet dragon eyes could clearly see the opponent's hand, which was holding a glass bottle containing an unknown purple liquid.

He said calmly: "This is me, do I have to drink it?"

"No..." Morgan shook his head hesitantly, "If you really don't want to, Joyas, I can't really force you."

"Does it mean that if there is a way, it will definitely be forced into my mouth?"

While complaining, Joyas held down the hilt of his sword.

The shadow of the sword that could not be caught by the naked eye pierced the air.

The originally impenetrable cage of the trapped dragon was easily cut off.

He walked up to the silver-haired witch, reached out and took the potion from her hand.

Joyas raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and said to her, "As long as you drink it, you will return to Chaldea with me, right?"

"Hmm." Morgan, who was in a daze, quickly recovered, pulled the silver hair around his ears, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Joyas, this is obviously just my willfulness."

"I am really grateful for such self-knowledge."

Joyas sighed, looking at the purple potion in his hand.

Pop it open and gulp it down.

Seeing Joyas drink the potion so cleanly.

For some reason, Morgan's face suddenly turned red, and he asked in a low voice like a mosquito's voice, "Joyas, how do you feel?"

"Um, grape flavor?"

I feel that my evaluation seems a little unreliable.

Joyas thought about it seriously, and then added: "Perhaps your body is a little hot? Is this the cold medicine that is going to be used instead of vodka?"

"..." The expression on Morgan's face became very subtle: "Is it just a little hot?"

Joyas said in shock: "Did you plan to make fire potions!?"

Is this actually grape-flavored magma?

"I'm asking! Are there any other changes?" Morgan bit her lip tightly: "Like the urge to do something else?"

Want to turn on the air conditioner?

"Well... even if you say so."

Joyas looked at the silver-haired witch in front of him with some embarrassment.

I feel that only letting the other person experience it can calm her down.

So Joyas directly reached out and touched Morgan's fair and delicate face.

After his slightly hot hand touched the witch's face, he felt as if he was stroking a piece of cool white jade.

"Is that the case?" Joyas asked.

Feel the warmth of Joyas' palm.

Morgan trembled unconsciously, feeling a strange itch in his heart.

She took a deep breath and said calmly, "Forget it, let's do it."

With the coolness in the hands gradually dissipated.

Joyas found that the other party was covered with red face, and quickly let go of his hand.

He pretended not to notice, and said calmly: "Well... All in all, the effect of this potion is like this."

"I see, thank you, Joyas."

Morgan bowed her head in thanks, her silver hair like a waterfall covered her face that had not yet dissipated the heat.

He murmured to himself in a low voice: "It seems that the next time the effect will be doubled...or maybe it will be five times? Hehehehe..."

Although Joyas didn't understand what the other party was saying, he still interrupted: "Since the effect of the potion is already known, let's go?"

Morgan raised his head again and saw his outstretched hand.

So with a smile on his face, he held her tightly: "Yes."

……

It wasn't long before I walked out of the castle.

The two saw the white-haired magician holding a staff in the distance waving to them.

"Is it finally here? Joyas." Merlin said with a puzzled smile on his face, "I thought you would come out after one night?"

"How could it take so long?" Joyas looked at him in surprise.

In this castle, there is not even a game console!

"Did Merlin come here?" Morgan looked at the light bulb with cold eyes.

Joyas explained: "Let's ask him to help."

"That's right." Speaking of which, he remembered something, and looked at Merlin: "What exactly is the 'better way' you said before?"

At that time, the flower magician said that after he found Morgan, he would tell him.

"Are you really impatient? Joyas." Merlin scratched his head helplessly.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me quickly."

Joyas looked at him seriously.

Merlin didn't intend to continue to hide it, and said:

"Joyas, you should know about the 'reorganization of human reason'?"

Chapter 512

"Reorganization of human logic?" Joyas frowned.

The existence of the Alien Belt itself is a manifestation of the reorganization of human reason.

If it weren't for the existence of that UO, maybe the phenomenon of filtering anecdotal history formed by the fantasy tree has already turned the world into blank paper.

When the winner of the seven lore belts appears, the history of this planet will change from pan-human history to the history of the lore belt where humans and gods coexist.

"That's right." Merlin said: "Humanity has been destroyed, but the Lingzi record fixed belt has been fixed, and there is no way to interfere from the future."

"Unless it's someone from that era."

Joyas interrupted the other party's words and questioned: "So what we are doing now can't change the direction of history?"

It wasn't that he didn't believe that Merlin could save humanity.

But want to get more reliable evidence.

"Then let's start over!" Merlin said with a smile.

"...do it all over again?" Joyas glanced at the magician in amazement, and cleared his mind: "Do you mean to burn all the history after Britain like Gaetia?"

Merlin nodded.

"How could it be possible! You idiot!" Joyas complained.

It took Getia [-] years to burn the humanity, right?

And I don't have the means to mass-produce the Holy Grail.

"Of course we can't do it alone." Merlin shrugged: "But if we use the power of restraint, we may be able to do it."

"As long as all the fantasy trees are cut down, the current situation is simply a dream for Gaia, right?"

"I'm not talking about the suppression of the stars, is it? Joyas."

Merlin explained with a smile: "The other of the two major restraining powers is the primate's restraining power Alaya."

"..."

Alaya, the restraining force, is a collection born from the collective subconsciousness of human beings.

As a common desire of human beings, help them avoid shattered security devices.

Alaya will naturally take measures for the continuation of mankind.

But Joyas looked at him with stupid eyes: "There are no human beings outside, right?"

"Yes." Merlin didn't deny it, but nodded confidently.

"I understand." Joyas took a deep breath and said with a heavy face.