"If Igula and I were in dire straits at the same time, who would you save?"

During their trip around the star kingdom, Rose often booked a presidential suite for each man and woman, and only lived separately when there were no large suites. This way of living was for safety. The premise of many closed-room murder cases was that everyone lived separately. Although living together might mean dying together, there was always a sense of security when staying together.

Therefore, after a day out, Ash, Igula, and Harvey would often gather together to chat and gossip after taking a shower. In fact, Igula still needs some private space, and the huge presidential suite is more than enough for three people to have separate spaces, but Ash and Harvey always stay near him to chat, giving Igula the feeling that he has to walk his two dogs when he gets home after a busy day.

I don't know what to talk about, especially Harvey. He is silent during the day, but when the women leave at night, his desire to speak suddenly increases, as if he has a lot of erotic topics waiting to chat with the two of them. But the problem is that Harvey is a necromancer whose sexual function has been damaged by preservatives. The topics he talks about cannot be said to be completely unrelated to eroticism, but at most they are only a little related. After all, content that is not erotic to normal people may be very erotic to a necromancer.

Some people get excited about keyboard politics, so it's normal for a necromancer to get excited when discussing thirteen ways to dismember a body, right?

After a day of fun, they returned to the hotel in the rain. Ash came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, rubbing his hair with a towel while opening the refrigerator and taking out a can of milk coffee. Igulla sat on the lazy sofa by the window, listening to the rain and reading a book. Harvey was bored and sewed the back of his hand with colored needles and threads. He had recently become fascinated by this kind of human tailoring craft. While sewing, he suddenly asked this strange question.

Ash took a sip of milk coffee and said in a complicated tone: "I didn't expect that a man would ask me such a life-threatening question."

Iguala also closed the book, perhaps wanting to see what Harvey might do, or perhaps preparing to throw it as a weapon.

"Just tell me what you think," Harvey said. "I'm just curious if your ideas are different from mine."

"No one in this world thinks the same way as you. Your thinking logic is still too early for humans." Ash complained, and then thought seriously and said, "Even if we are both in desperate situations, there must be a difference in which one is more dangerous. Even if you are both in danger, I will subconsciously judge which one needs help more... I will give priority to saving the one in more danger."

Harvey nodded and turned to look at Igula: "What about you? Between me and Ash, who will you save?"

"I won't save any of you." Igula said calmly, "It's impossible for the two of you to fall into the water and drown. The enemy who can threaten you must be a powerful one. At most, I will do my best to attack the enemy, and I won't bother to save you. Whether you survive or not is none of my business."

Harvey nodded again, pointed at Ash and said, "Then you're out. It turns out that Igula is a more suitable teammate."

"Huh?" Although Ash didn't care about Harvey's approval at all, he was still a little unconvinced. He leaned against the wall and asked, "Why? Shouldn't I be better?"

Harvey bit off the thread, looked at the black lotus embroidery on the back of his hand, and said, "We won't be in dire straits against ordinary enemies. If it's an enemy that is too strong to contend with, then our only way to survive is to attack with all our might, without worrying about the safety of others. The sharper we are, the safer others will be."

Ash drank the milk coffee in silence, crushed it and threw it into the trash can beside him, and asked, "So if Igula and I were in danger, you wouldn't save us?"

"Save you?" Harvey blinked his eyes, revealing the innocent look of a necromancer. Ash immediately realized that he was stupid - Harvey had been coveting their bodies for who knows how long, counting the days until they died, and the one who would be the happiest if they died would be Harvey!

Igula threw the book and hit Harvey on the head. Harvey rubbed his head and muttered, "I don't save you just because I want your bodies."

"Not only..."

"The main thing is that I'm a very clean necromancer. I can die cleanly at any time. I don't want to owe anyone anything, nor be owed anything by anyone. I don't want you to save me, so naturally I won't save you either." Harvey said, "And there is a truth in Haagen-Dazs that has been passed down to this day..."

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Ash couldn't remember what the truth of Haagen-Dazs was. It wasn't that Harvey didn't say it, but that he forgot it. After selling half of his heart, Ash also lost half of his memory. The memories of Vichy and Visser were only a small part of it. The more memories were his memories of the past twenty years and the storms of the past year.

He still remembers the important things, but it is difficult for him to recall the details.

People always forget things, the present will always replace the past, there will always be passengers getting off the train of life, as long as the seat next to you is not empty. You already have so many beautiful things, and you will create countless beautiful futures together, so why bother about those lost memories?

Ash thought about it and felt that he was being a little ridiculous. He now had four lovers, each one was more beautiful than the other, and each one was more troublesome than the other. He might not be able to complete the four main tasks of them even if he spent his entire life. In fact, Ash had seldom thought of Igula and Harvey during this period. He was a very dedicated person. When he was with a woman, he would not think of men... The ecological niches of these two men had been completely replaced by their lovers... So why should he waste his life on them?

But Ash still entered the fortress to find them. He could find a hundred reasons to convince himself to give up, but just like Igula and Harvey chose not to save them, only his first reaction was to save them. Ash was not unaware of what the right choice was, he was just impulsive when he should be impulsive, and he could throw all his entanglements and considerations behind him in an instant, and when he came to his senses, his body was already moving.

Why think so much? Did you become a magician to look ahead and behind? You are here to create miracles!

Ash didn't know whether Igula and Harvey had died as cannon fodder, nor did he know whether these two bastards were in the fortress. Even if he met them, Ash currently had no way to help them leave hell.

But he still came. If they were there, he would find a way to send them to the fifth level of hell to continue to take refuge; if they were not there, he would take over the fortress and plunder its resources.

No matter what, Ash is not willing to continue to stay out of it and eat rotten meat like a ghoul... He wants to participate in this war and even lead it!

He is qualified.

Being able to defeat the six-winged angel of law, Ash has no rival in hell.

Ash unscrupulously spread his virtual wings and released the glory of the seven wings to the gods of hell. After the six-wing trial, Ash and Sonia's level 5 bond was completely stabilized. He could borrow Sonia's virtual wings even in hell... With the combined strength of the two, Ash was enough to dominate hell!