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August 17--

Noel, who was put on a long vacation for mission reasons, was invited to drive to Durandal's house.

Familiar with the road, without any obstacles, Nuoer stood in the familiar garden again in his uniform.

Looking at the man sitting in the garden sipping tea, Nuoer couldn't help frowning slightly.

He found that today's Durandal was a little different.

But he couldn't say what was different.

Lonely strong?

still--

I can't put it into words, it always feels a little weird, completely different from the Durandal I saw last time.

This discovery made Nuo Er feel a little uneasy in his heart.

"have not seen you for a long time."

Durandal found Noel who was standing not far away, he couldn't help putting down his teacup and called with a smile, "Today's tea is very good, would you like some?"

"Yeah, then I'll have to try it out."

Noel calmed down when he heard the words, walked over with a smile, pulled the chair opposite Durandal and sat down on his own.

Those who are close to the vermillion are red and those who are close to the ink are black. After dealing with Durandal and Cruze for a long time, Noel has gradually learned to hide his expressions.

Although it is still a little immature, at least it will not be seen through at a glance.

"Promise you won't be disappointed."

After Durandal finished speaking, he stood up slowly under Noel's gaze, opened the teacup and poured Noel a cup of tea.

As if aware of the surprise in Noel's eyes, Durandal explained with a smile: "Today is Thalia's child's birthday, and she is a little busy."

"Well, it's Thalia's child's birthday."

"Yeah, so I can only entertain you today, but my tea making skills should be pretty good."

Durandal said and pushed the teacup over.

"Then shouldn't you go over and celebrate? After all, you have such a good relationship with Ms. Thalia."

Noel took the teacup and asked with a smile.

Durandal froze slightly when he heard the words, and his expression when he looked at Noel was a little subtle.

Nuoer, as if nothing happened, took a sip of his tea and said with a bit of disappointment: "It seems that you are not suitable for making tea."

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Today's Durandal looked a little flustered, so Noel jokingly provoked him.

Although he was a little cowardly after saying that.

"Hehe, then I won't soak it next time."

Durandal calmed down when he heard the words, and sat back with a smile.

As for the previous question, it was as if it had never been heard.

"What's wrong with you calling me here?"

Noel looked at Durandal, who was still in the spring breeze, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

This guy's energy-raising skills are really deep. If it was my own words, I would have slapped it long ago.

"You, in a hurry?" Durandal asked rhetorically.

"Haha." Noel chuckled.

He found that when it is difficult to answer a certain question, the best choice is to face the other party's gaze and smile neither humble nor arrogant.

"What do you think is the meaning of human birth?"

"Um?"

Knowlton was at a loss for words, and his expression was a little subtle.

This question is a bit over the top.

What is the meaning of human birth?

Why don't you ask me the meaning of life?

However, Durandal was still sitting there with the old god, and he looked indifferent and didn't think there was anything wrong with his problem.

"I'm just a vulgar soldier who takes orders, so let's change the question."

Noel really didn't know how to answer, or he couldn't understand the deep meaning of Durandal's question.

From what he knew about Durandal, this guy never did superfluous things.

So there must be something hidden in this question, and you should not speak until you can't figure it out.

"Then, do you think human existence is good or bad?"

Durandal asked after hesitation.

"Do you think we are qualified to discuss this kind of question?"

I don't understand, I don't understand at all, Noel really can't think of the reason why this guy asked such a question.

If you want to say that Cruze asked himself, then Noel can guess one or two.

But Durandal—

Completely unclear.

"Isn't it normal for humans to discuss the meaning of human existence?" Durandal asked rhetorically.

Looking at Durandal's 'innocence' eyes, Noel asked uncertainly, "You called me over today-just for this?"

From his tone, movement, and expression, Noel actually felt like he wanted to leave.

Because he found that this guy Durandal was actually asking this question seriously——

I don't even know how long I can live, you still ask me like this...

Suddenly, Nuoer's mind flashed, as if he had discovered something, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"I-I'm helpless?"

This was Noel's first reaction.

Facing Noel's sight, Durandal took a sip from the teacup and said, "There are too many uncertainties, and I can't justify the experiment for the time being, so I can't give you an accurate answer, I can only give you a rough estimate. value."

Noel frowned slightly when he heard the words, this guy - something was wrong.

"The current probability of recovery - less than 20%." Durandal said slowly.

"So what?" Noel felt weird after hearing what Durandal said.

Twenty percent?

Probability?

A geneticist said probability?

Why does it always feel like something is wrong.

"Put all your strength to get to forty percent."

"and then?"

Noel vaguely guessed what Durandal meant.

But it was because I guessed it that it felt strange.

Didn't you say it before?

He helped him gain the position of supreme speaker himself, while he healed his body for himself.

Why is this topic brought up again?

Did something happen in the middle?

"The notes you got in Mendel were put by me~lightnovelpub.net~ The original ones were taken away by me."

The words are not surprising, and Noel clearly recognized the meaning of this word for the first time.

"Why did you tell me this?"

However, after a brief stupor, Noel calmed down.

Or he subconsciously began to think about the meaning of Durandal's words.

Like why did he tell himself this?

Why did he tell himself that he kept the diary?

What is the purpose?

What is the original thing?

"I don't like to gamble, but sometimes I still want to gamble."

Durandal continued to answer irrelevant questions.

"A gamble?"

Noel frowned slightly when he heard the words, and his gaze towards Durandal gradually became dignified.

Gambling is not a good term, especially in this situation.

Because a bet means a bet, so what is Durandal's bet?

Who is he betting against?

What are the gains and losses between victory and defeat? ,

Durandal just nodded without saying a word.

"What's your bet?"

Noel couldn't figure it out and simply didn't want to. He didn't quite adapt to Durandal's rhythm today.

Too erratic and unpredictable.

"future."

Durandal's words were concise and concise. Although there were only two words, it made Noel feel heavy.

If someone else said this, Noel would directly take it as a big joke.

But it was Durandall who said that.

"Whose future?"

"you--"

"Um!?"

"Me - and the whole world."