"It's a joke, but it's not funny at all."

Looking at Durandal's face, Noel felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Take the whole world as a bet—

Is this really Durandal?

If someone else said this, Noel would take it as a joke, but it was Dylandal who said it.

Although a bit ridiculous, his ideas and decisions can indeed affect the entire world, and even change the direction of the world.

It may be sad to say that when one person has enough rights, the whole world is just a toy in the other's hands.

Although he can't fiddle with it at will, he can completely decide the future and life of most ordinary people based on his preferences.

"Is that so-"

As Durandal said, he slowly put down the teacup in his hand and said to Noel, "But I never said it was a joke."

Durandal, who said this, looked sincere, as if everything he said came from the bottom of his heart.

"You, seriously?"

"Of course."

Durandal nodded with a smile.

"What if you lose?" Noel couldn't help asking.

Things that can make Durandal only choose to bet on odds—

Noel's unease became more intense.

Gambling means winning or losing. It's okay to win, but what if you lose?

"Then—it's a pity."

When Durandal heard the words, he seemed to think of something, and his face couldn't help showing a hint of emotion and loneliness, and said, "I have already lost once, and I really don't want to lose a second time."

"Can I ask who are you gambling with?" Noel couldn't help asking.

When Durandal heard the words, he just laughed and didn't give any answer.

"—The stakes really matter?" Noel continued to ask.

Although it was a nonsense, Noel said it anyway.

"Yeah, it's very important, to the point where I have to choose to gamble."

Durandal gave three affirmative answers in a row, which made Noel's expression gradually dignified.

"Am I the spoils of this gamble, or—a participant in this gamble?"

"Both." Durandal answered straightforwardly.

"Then do you want to win or lose?" Noel vaguely caught something.

"To be honest, I don't know either." Durandal said with erratic eyes.

He really didn't know whether he wanted to win or lose.

From an ordinary person's point of view, he wants to win.

Because only then does he feel like a living human being.

For the future in his heart, he has abandoned too many feelings that belong to human beings, and looks at everything from a rational perspective.

Over time, he also began to get lost, as if he was schizophrenic.

So, he wants to win.

But from the point of view of a politician, he wants to lose, or it is better to lose, because then he can carry out follow-up actions without psychological pressure.

This loss will make his road to the future smoother and more stable.

For the 'Garden of Eden' in his heart, he wanted to lose.

"Then you—forget it, let it be."

Noel wanted to say something, but when it came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

He had probably guessed that Durandal was gambling with him.

Therefore, at this time, he has been unable to give a real answer.

"You're really smart." Durandal also found out about Noel's anomaly, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"Haha, if I can, I wish I could be a little more stupid." Noel smiled bitterly.

Life is so confusing.

"This is what was originally there."

The next second, Durandal took out a disk and put it on the table, and said, "If possible, I hope you can make the right choice."

"A guy who can't give an accurate answer after winning or losing, do you think he is qualified to say this to me?"

Noel glanced at the disk on the table and did not reach out to pick it up.

Although he didn't know what was inside, it was definitely not a good thing, at least for himself.

"So I leave the decision to you."

Durandal said and pushed the disk over, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Noel.

"Are you sure you want to give it to me?"

Noel picked up the disk, and the cold disk felt hot.

"You have the right to know the truth. This is something that no one can stop." Durandal said, putting down the teapot and sitting back.

"Just like that guy?"

A masked face flashed in Noel's mind.

"Yes, just like him."

A young blond face flashed across Durandall's mind.

The same things, happening in different places and at different times, lead to different futures.

Noel fell silent as he looked at the disk in his hand.

"I hope you can make the right choice for even a very small and ethereal future."

In the end, it was emotions that prevailed, or rather, from the time he invited Noel over, his emotions prevailed.

He is rational and will never let Noel know the truth, or in other words, he will not let Noel know the truth until his plan is completed.

"Small and ethereal—"

After listening to Noel, he smiled dumbly, shook his head and got up and walked towards the door.

There is no need to continue talking, or he is no longer in the mood to continue playing dumb questions with Durandal.

He thought it was strange at the beginning, what did that guy Cruze do to let him go to Mendel, just for that useless diary?

Now it seems--

Durandal didn't say anything to keep him~lightnovelpub.net~ but silently watched Noel leave.

He has already given a choice, as for how to choose, it all depends on Noel himself.

the other side.

Noel, who left the villa, did not return home directly, but came to a cafe.

Stopping the locomotive, Nuoer saw the blond man in a black trench coat and a mask from a distance.

The other party also discovered the existence of Nuoer, and raised a glass to Nuoer with a smile.

"Have you got something?"

Noel just walked in and sat down when Cruze asked with a smile.

Noel was shocked when he heard the words, and looked at Cruzer with a complicated expression.

In fact, it was not Durandal who first invited Noel, but Cruze.

It's just that Noel chose to go to Durandal first out of vigilance and psychological favoritism towards Cruzer.

"What do you want to drink, I'll treat you."

Cruze showed a clear look and continued to ask with a smile.

"No, thanks."

Noel declined Cruzer's kindness, he is really not in the mood to drink now.

"What are you going to do?"

Cruzer didn't force it, just put down the coffee and asked.

"What and how?" Noel was puzzled, and he didn't understand what Cruze meant for a while.

"That's right, it's really too early to say this." Cruzer said with a smile as if he had thought of something.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of calling me here, I'm really not in the mood to play dumb with you."

Nuoer has been pursuing the truth, but when the truth is placed in front of him, Nuoer begins to hesitate instead.

Judging from the situation of Cruze and Durandal, the truth that I want to pursue may be very different from my own thoughts.

"I was the one who arranged for the vehicle to hit you-"