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Chapter 300 I lost a friend (two in one, please subscribe!)

Friends, "friends" who treat each other sincerely.

For a worm of lies who was born out of lies and lives by deception, it is an unreachable word.

Over the long years, Argongos has deceived countless princes, nobles or powerful people with natural blood with his sweet words.

Some of them gave it generous gifts, some bound it, and some even called it brother.

Argongos never wavered.

Until, by chance, it met Doyle Dewes.

This guy with a sincere heart did not deal with it for a long time.

But gradually, Argongos felt that he was becoming a little strange, but he couldn't explain it, and there was always an inexplicable irritability in his heart.

It couldn't be said to like Doyle, let alone befriend him. After all, he would choke himself from time to time and even quarrel.

However, their souls are much closer than some partners... although it's a bit weird to say that.

Therefore, even if there were fierce quarrels from time to time, they would soon be reconciled, although their relationship was never harmonious...

All this changed the moment Doyle was put on the stake.

From the moment Argongoth's soul invaded Doyle Dewes' body.

It was passively consuming Doyle's soul, trying to replace it.

This was what Argongos had been prepared for from the beginning.

It never thought that one day it would regret.

But this day came so suddenly.

Doyle's Eclipse organization was destroyed, and church forces sent him to the stake...

Along with Doyle's narration, Rogge seemed to really see that familiar square from the long river of lost years...

……

"The only thing that can save mankind is extraordinary magic potion..."

"That high-altitude God..."

"You are afraid."

The words echoed throughout the square.

As the raging fire burned around Doyle, a burning sensation quickly swept through his body.

However, after finishing his highlight moment, Doyle's vision was completely covered by flames.

But he found that his pain seemed to be gradually fading.

The surrounding environment also changes from blurry to clear.

It is the power of Argongos.

After escaping from the torture rack, he seemed to feel something, closed his eyes and smiled.

"Proboscis, my body is yours now."

"Before I die, I hope I can ask you something..."

The name Proboscis was naturally derived from Doyle's discovery of Argongos's lies.

Usually when I say this, I'm scolding it.

But now, Doyle smiled, knowing that his old friend might no longer be the lying bug he once was.

However, even at the last moment of Doyle's life, Argongos was still unforgiving.

"Huh, you talked so much that I almost died."

"Those church bastards really confused you? After you die, won't your body still be mine?"

"But if you have any small wishes, just tell me. If I'm in a good mood, I can consider going to kill my boring life..."

Argongos sounded disdainful.

The flames couldn't kill Doyle at all.

As the body that Argongos likes, it has a thousand ways to prevent this body from being destroyed.

After cauterizing for a moment, Argongos used his own power to exchange a corpse with it.

In other words, the person now on the stake is not Doyle.

But he was not far from death either.

After all, the real cause of Doyle's death was the death of his soul.

Yes, to be precise, it was Argongos who killed Doyle.

However, this process actually still takes some time, which is also what Agongos is confused about.

Doyle was not impressed by Argongos's harsh words, and he began to tell his last wish.

"I know you will definitely use my body and appearance to tell a lot of lies and deceive a lot of people..."

"But I hope you won't deceive good people..."

"If you can, go and deceive the believers of those churches. The sins they bear are difficult to wash away..."

"You don't like those guys either, right..."

Argongos subconsciously wanted to express its displeasure upon hearing this, but somehow, it still shut up.

"...This is just a request, albeit one that is unlikely to come true."

At this point, Doyle smiled.

His voice began to become a little erratic, sounding like a weak and helpless man.

"By the way, one last thing..."

"I once asked you a question, I wonder if you still remember..."

At this point, he seemed to have a premonition that he didn't have much time, so he smiled and simply omitted the topic.

But Argongos frowned.

It starts thinking, remembering.

But it has never found the answer to this question, because Doyle has asked it countless questions, and its responses are mostly improvised lies.

Until Doyle's next words came out.

"...I found the missing part of your banishment...You should know where I buried it..."

Hearing this, Agongos was stunned.

Only then did it suddenly remember what the problem Doyle was talking about.

……

"Damn it, you long-nosed bug, when will you be able to have some conscience and have compassion like a normal person?"

Doyle frowned and cursed in his head.

"Oh, Mr. Doyle, you really know how to joke. I am a worm, a noble worm of lies. Why do I have to look like a human being?"

"Tsk... I'm just killing your soul, but not your brain... Why would you ask such a stupid question..."

Argongos sneered, mocking his intelligence.

Doyle: "..."

Damn it, what this bug said makes sense.

"Then let me put it another way, when can we... stop being so intrigued? We are so close, and it would be too tiring to argue in our heads all day long."

Doyle has long been accustomed to Argongoth's erosion of his soul, and now he wants to be clean for a while.

"No intrigue? Please, Mr. Doyle, we are enemies and I want your life. Do you still want to be friends with me?"

Argongos spread his hands. Of course, as an insect, he had no hands for the time being.

Doyle touched his chin: "Maybe it's not impossible, as long as you can be quieter."

"Very good." Argongos nodded without hesitation after hearing this: "In that case, help me find the missing part. As long as I succeed, I will be your friend. It's a promise."

Its expression is very sincere.

But Doyle was very familiar with this face, and it had a sentence clearly written on it - "I'm lying to you."

It was obvious that it had no hope, more like a casual mention.

Doyle was thoughtful.

……

"How did you find it?"

Argongos woke up suddenly, regained consciousness and shouted.

However, the voice it was once familiar with has long been blurred, leaving only the last words.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you too..." ˆ ˆ ˆ "...The roast chicken you recommended...actually tastes good..."

There was silence.

Argongos seemed to be unable to find the source of the sound.

Doyle's soul completely disappeared.

"Damn it!"

Argongos gritted his teeth, and a complex emotion arose in his heart at this moment, which was a bit... mixed?

Looking at this familiar body, it remained silent and did not implement its plan immediately.

After struggling with his eyes for a moment.

It sighed: "Argongos, you idiot, you must be crazy."

He opened his mouth and said something with a wonderful syllable and a language that only he could understand.

"You... won't die."

The words fell.

An invisible force burst out from its body and traveled to an unknown space in an instant...

Lies will bring it power, but its real power lies in tampering with the "truth."

But compared to the "lies" that can strengthen Argongos, telling the "truth" is a huge harm to it...

……

"Well...since it wants to save you, why doesn't it stop eroding your soul before it disappears?"

Rogge touched his chin and first asked a tricky question.

Doyle was stunned. He did not expect Rogge to ask this question first, but he still answered honestly: "Because the method of killing the soul is the preparation it makes before separating the body and soul, and there is no way to stop it."

Roger nodded while thinking.

"So...it saved you for this reason?"

"Agongos, this guy, has deceived so many people without feeling any guilt. Why did he treat you..."

He was a little confused. When he said this, he couldn't help but squint at Doyle.

Well... it's not impossible. After all, these two really live together day and night...

One person and one insect... is not impossible...

Doyle also seemed to understand what Rogge meant, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Don't think wrongly."

"This guy Argongos is indeed a born bastard. Judging from the memory he left me, I know that I thought a little too much at the beginning..."

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although he never wanted to let Argongos save him, he did want to guide Argongos to become a good insect... After all, it was using his own body!

However, Argongos, a born bastard, if there were no special circumstances...it would most likely ridicule Doyle for what he did in the end as being stupid, and it would be impossible to save him.

But this special situation does exist.

"This guy offended someone... well, it's best not to mention him... anyway, he offended someone more severely."

"Therefore, even though that being did not find Argongos in the end, he used some special means to banish part of it to a corner of the world, and set a curse so that whenever it was possible to touch the missing part, will fall into a deep sleep..."

"And the missing part of it...is the evil in nature."

Hearing this, Rogge raised his eyebrows.

He subconsciously thought of Aita: "Did this thing finally turn into a boy named Aita?"

Doyle nodded slightly when he heard this: "Probably, besides you, Argongos is the one who pays most attention to it."

Roger scratched his head.

This guy Argongos told him at the beginning that Aita was also part of this scene.

Hmm...is this a lie or the truth?

What role did that kid play in this?

What does the blue water droplet that disappeared inexplicably on the scale have to do with that?

Roger felt a little headache.

He decided to ignore this for the time being: "So, it was precisely because the evil in its nature was expelled that it pulled you back from hell and repaired your soul?"

Doyle nodded: "Yes, the reason why I decided to guide it to be good before death was because after getting along with it for a long time, I realized that it does not seem to be a completely irredeemable... insect."

When he came into contact with Argongos, this guy was already a bug lacking the "innate evil".

It's not surprising that he would make such a judgment.

Rogge frowned slightly: "Then it..."

"It's dead."

At this point, Doyle sighed.

"That scale, that thing with regular power, the bargaining chip is always absolutely fair... and the price is its body and soul."

Speaking of this, Doyle looked sad.

"..."

Roger was silent for a moment.

"...Why does it have to involve me?"

Hearing this, Doyle breathed out: "Argongos, with its own power, can only ensure that the little bit of my soul that remains does not die..."

"And it wants more than that."

"It wants to resurrect me and have enough power to change the world to compensate for the regrets I felt when I died..."

As he spoke, he looked at the palm of his hand with complicated eyes.

Thanks to the power brought by the Judgment Scale, this human body actually contains the power of a demigod, which is incredible to think about.

"That balance is very special."

"It only has one chance to use it, and if you want to use it, there is a special condition..."

"That means the holder of the scales cannot conduct transactions on the scales."

“In other words, you can only make the trade you want if someone else holds the scale.”

"But not everyone is qualified to pick up this scale..."

"Argongos itself is special, and it is contaminated with certain rules, so it can pick up this scale."

"And besides those who can pick up the scales and are qualified to be its master, Argongos..."

Having said this, Doyle looked at Rogge and took a deep breath.

"...Only found you."

Hearing this, Rogge suddenly frowned.

This explains why Argongos had to involve him in this matter.

But the strange thing is, why is he the only one who is qualified?

"Tainted with rules...you mean authority?"

In response, Doyle shook his head: "Argongos has clearly distinguished the two. They are two completely different concepts, otherwise it would not have gone to such trouble to find you."

After a pause, he added: "What's left after the broken scale is its apology to you."

"... Of course, it actually wants to take it back, but it can't." Doyle couldn't help but smile when he saw this memory.

"This guy Argongos..."

"Treacherous and insidious, full of lies, stingy, selfish and capricious..."

"But I can feel that after losing the evil in its nature, it is also thinking about itself..."

"At least it told me the truth later, for example, the bay leaf roast chicken tastes good...but I didn't believe it at the time, haha..."

Doyle stood up slowly.

Rogge was also silent at this time.

He also recalled the first time he met Argongos.

The two of them ate grilled chicken with fragrant leaves in the restaurant.

To be honest, it tastes good.

Doyle looked at the empty crystal in front of him, stretched out his hand, and patted it, as if patting the shoulder of an old friend he had known for many years.

After a moment, he sighed softly, and his outstretched hand paused for a long time, as if he had a lot to say...

"all in all……"

"I lost a friend..."

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