Star Railway: I have told you, I am not Otto

"Wait...that's not right!"

Nicholas suddenly felt something at this moment. He quickly grabbed May's hand and put it on his face. After feeling it carefully for a while, he said,

"You are not Lisa! You...you are Otto? Are you my child?? Are you my child Otto?!"

Seeing this, Wuyue raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said:

"Father, it's me."

Hearing the "voice" again, Niklas' pale face slowly recovered. At least he found that he could still hear. He was not really blind and then deaf again!

Nicholas took May's hand and slumped down on the main seat again. Without hearing any voice except May's, he turned out to be surprisingly calm.

"Otto...my child, my good child, Lisa, they didn't speak. Did you kill them?"

In response, May sneered and said:

"What? My father, now that things have happened, do you want to play the emotional card with me?"

"Emotions? No, no, no, no... After Sabrina dies, I will never have feelings for anyone again..."

Niklas shook his head and said,

"Otto, I just want to tell you that Lisa has ulterior motives. She must not be alive after I die! Otherwise, Marcel will be played to death by her... By the way, Marcel, and Marcel!

Otto, I have never asked you for anything in my life, and I know that you despise the emotional card the most... But I hope that at least you can see that I have given you the freedom to have food, clothing, and food for these decades. Protect Masar! He is so good and should not be overshadowed by that woman with ulterior motives!

Or at least protect him since he's your nephew... and then kill Lisa!

That woman Lisa is the real devil! It's a pity that when I understood this, I had already fallen into her trick...Kill Lisa, I must kill Lisa! Destiny is the destiny of Apokalis! Apokalis must also be led by Apokalis, absolutely! It cannot fall into the hands of a woman or a relative! ! "

After saying so many words in one breath, Niklas's face turned a little pale. His life was indeed at a critical stage, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

But despite this, he still held on to May's arm with his knuckles turning white and withered, as if he was holding on to his most important thing.

May looked at this old man who would defend the Apokalis family until his death, and felt a little sad in his heart.

Niklas is very smart, but that's right, he is not smart, and there is no way he can survive for so long in the hands of Lisa, that vicious woman.

After thinking for a moment, Wuyue slowly took out her right hand that was tightly held by Nicholas and said:

"Father, have you ever thought about... what if Marcel is not as good as you think?"

"Wha...what??"

"Take a look for yourself, my father. After reading it for yourself, think about it carefully. What kind of thing do you want me to protect even if you die without dignity?"

May said, stretched out his right hand and tapped Niklas's deeply sunken eye socket twice.

The next moment, Niklas' originally cloudy eyes suddenly shone with a mighty light. But within a moment, the light came back to the old man's world!

Niklas glanced around blankly, first at May, then at the fainting crowd around him.

May stretched out her hand and pointed a direction for the old man.

The person he was referring to was Marcel, who gave him the middle finger when he entered the stadium in May.

"……what!"

The next moment, Marcel suddenly woke up. Looking at the unconscious crowd, his eyes instantly became frightened. When he saw May and Niklas, the only two people still standing in the crowd at this moment, he suddenly looked like they had seen each other. With a ghost expression, he said:

"Nicholas? You...how can you still stand up?!"

If it were just like this, Niklas would not only not be disappointed, but would look up to Marcel and kill his ancestor. This may not be a glorious method, but it is definitely bloody enough, and the Apokalis family just needs it. A man of blood and wisdom to lead.

"Haha."

May chuckled, stretched out her hands towards Marcel, and said,

"Congratulations, Marcel, my good nephew. You have successfully won the respect of everyone. Now, come to me. My father is ready to teach you the position of bishop. As long as you come over, you can Have it all.”

"Otto?"

Marcel's eyes almost popped out when he looked at May. He remembered, he remembered everything!

It’s this waste! When he was listening to everyone's applause, he was the only loser who raised questions!

"What right do you have to call me nephew?!"

Pampered since he was a child and Lisa's almost constant psychological suggestion, Marcel has long regarded himself as a bishop. At this moment, being treated like this by May, his anger immediately rose, and he strode towards May, while As he walked, he cursed loudly,

"What qualifications do you have to look at me, you loser?! I will dig out your eyes and feed them to the dogs! I will pull out your tongue, chop it into pulp and feed it to those filthy mediocre people, and finally use wooden stakes to completely destroy your appearance. Puncture! How dare you question me... How can you question me?! I must let you die, a miserable death!! I will also..."

Some words, as they are spoken, become unfinished.

Some people stop while walking.

Marcel is such a living example.

He stopped less than two meters away from Wuyue and Niklas, with large drops of cold sweat pouring down his forehead. The step he had taken made him feel like he was walking on thin ice, and his breathing became extremely difficult.

This is not because Wuyue used her authority to put pressure on him. For this kind of puppet, Wuyue didn't even bother to do it himself.

The reason why Marcel stopped was that he noticed the graceful woman who was unconscious and suffering from mental shock next to May and Niklas.

Lisa... Lisa! Why did she fall? ? ! My supporter all along...she, how could she fall! Or fall at the feet of Otto, a loser? ! !

"What are you waiting for? My good nephew."

Wuyue waved her hand casually, then took the initiative to move out of the way, and said in a voice with no emotion,

"The bishop has been waiting for you here for a long time. As long as you take one more step forward, the position of bishop will be yours. Now, why have you stopped moving forward? My good nephew?"

Big drops of sweat dripped from Marcel's forehead. His same green eyes looked at the destiny nobles and Lisa lying around. When he looked at May's smiling expression, he felt that his legs were like As heavy as lead.

May then smiled and said:

"Why don't you move on, my good nephew, you are really only one step away from the position of bishop."

Marcel clenched his chest. He felt his heart beating faster and faster. Looking at May's devil-like smile, he opened his mouth, but only let out a series of incompetent words. Meaningful syllables.

Refer to the size of the Egyptian diorama group.

May knew that Marcel had accepted too much subversive knowledge and unreasonable fear in a short period of time, and he was about to be scared to death.

Commonly known as heart disease.