I have a big sailing game.

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."