[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

"Strategy?" Tokuta Tara tilted his head, as if he was puzzled by Edgar's words.After a few seconds, he realized that he crossed his legs, sat up straight and said, "It's not a plan, it's just a plan."

After finishing speaking, he shrank back as if embarrassed, and said with a smile: "After all, we don't know how far you are willing to help us irrelevant and irrelevant people."

"Yes, although I'm glad you made such a high-level evaluation of our organization, our king is really annoying." Kusanagi Izumo also cooperated with Tatara's words, pushing the coffee forward again , explaining about the Red King, the Stone Plate, and the Sword of Damocles.

It seemed that the two of them were very kind, and they also told Edgar the cause and effect of the incident with great confidence.

But Edgar could understand without even using a mental scan. In the whole bar, except for the party upstairs who was smoking quietly against the wall and paying attention to the movement here, everyone else was thinking about it. From the very beginning, I have never dispelled my doubts, and I am always vigilant against myself.

And the reason why the little guys in the house are obviously holding a dubious attitude, but still entertaining themselves hard, is probably just a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Generally speaking, Edgar is very interested in the pictures of them who are skeptical, but finally have to entrust their hope to themselves, but now, he is more concerned about another point——

"'Red King'?"

Edgar seemed to pick out a word out of interest and started chatting, "It's really a handsome name. Could it be that in modern society, there is still a king who owns his own land and takes over the power of the country?"

While asking, he happily put sugar cubes into the coffee.

One piece, one piece, another piece, the white particles were gradually engulfed by the steaming coffee, and quickly melted into it, as if completely swallowed by a brown monster, without leaving a trace.

However, with the continuous addition of sugar cubes, this balance is broken.It didn't take long for the sugar in it to reach the point where the small spoon, which had been stirring at a constant speed, couldn't help but slow down due to its resistance.

Hatta, who was still hiding a baseball bat under the bar counter, waiting for Edgar to knock on it as soon as he made a weird move, was completely distracted by this cup of coffee.

Even if you dislike the bitterness of coffee, it won't turn it into brown syrup, right?It's so sweet that it hurts the teeth.

Hatta elbowed Kamamoto next to him, and was about to complain in a low voice. If he drank such a cup of coffee every day, sooner or later, that man would have the same body shape as his chubby companion...but suddenly I found that the surroundings were strangely silent!

After Edgar's questioning, only the crisp sound of the small spoon touching the wall of the cup sounded from time to time, and the rest, let alone the sound of dialogue, even the sound of breathing was inaudible.

what happened?

He finally moved his eyes away from the terribly sweet coffee, raised his head a little bluntly, intending to look around, but it was the moment when he raised his head, or the moment when his thoughts were wandering in his mind , his brain was completely occupied by a sense of exhaustion from within.

The surrounding air thickened, like that cup of coffee that couldn't be stirred.As for myself, there was a sugar cube thrown into the coffee, which was uncontrollably dragged down by the invisible hand, and everything began to become chaotic and blurred.

Only the sense of fear that cannot be dispelled, and the sudden voice of questioning are clear——

"Which kind of 'king' do you refer to?"

strangeness.

There is clearly a distance of several meters between the bar counter and the sofa...

Why does this man's voice seem to be echoing in his ears?

"Come on, answer me."

"...The king refers to the king who has obtained super powerful abilities under the influence of the stone plate."

"It has nothing to do with king stuff."

"Ha, haha, if this small bar can also be counted as territory."

"Sometimes they will be controlled by the guys from the Blue Clan in the name of the government, so troublesome!"

"Ah, really." Edgar chuckled suddenly, "That's really great."

As soon as his words fell, the air around him also lightened.

Hatta looked away almost reflexively, only then did he realize that he seemed to have just been fished out of the water. Not only was he dripping with sweat and drenched all over his body, but his mouth was still open all the time. He looked like he was drowning and took a big breath of fresh air.

It was also at this time that the surrounding voices poured into his ears again.

"Hu, hu, hu!"

He realized that it was the same excruciating gasp as his own.

"Hahaha, I'm so sorry." The frivolous words that were incompatible with the serious atmosphere around him interjected.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and saw Edgar clasping his hands together with crooked eyebrows, and shaking his palms back and forth twice to apologize.He explained leisurely: "Oh, because I have some personal grievances with the 'kings', I accidentally became serious."

"Well, I've learned from everyone that the 'kings' here are not the kind of 'kings' I thought. I'm really relieved."

——We should be the ones who are relieved!

Seeing everyone clutching their necks and clutching their necklines, gasping for breath in a hurry, while still not forgetting to complain about something with their eyes, Edgar was very happy with their ability to adapt, and put the long-delayed matter back on. in front of the stage.

He smiled again and said, "Please don't take these little things to heart, let's continue talking about how to save Mr. Zun?"

"...Yes." Kusanagi replied weakly to Edgar's topic.

Before Edgar came on stage, he planned to make a handsome and serious opening speech - just like in "The Godfather", but now he just brushed his wet bangs and looked at his full face again. The water-stained palms no longer have the ability to doubt the other party as before, but they also no longer have the leisure to play handsome.

As a representative of rationality in Barbara, he finally calmed down after taking a few deep breaths, and said in an orderly manner: "Cough. First, let me tell you about our sincerity."

"If you can really make Zun no longer threatened by the sword, we... Barbara will spend the rest of our lives fully assisting Miss Huiyuan's actions, speeding up the progress of the plan, and eliminating all obstacles. This, is our sincerity."

"Hmm~ Block everyone's next time? Very good." Edgar nodded, as if very satisfied, and even praised, "The determination in everyone's eyes is so firm, it's really delicious."

—— "Delicious" or something, it's almost like being torn apart... Are you a devil...!

The members of the red team who had made eye contact with Edgar suddenly felt creepy.

Tatara lowered his eyebrows and focused on the coffee cup. When he heard this sentence, he still couldn't hold back and shivered a bit. Under the envious eyes of everyone, he wrapped the blanket that had been lifted back on his body .

"Cough." Kusanagi coughed again, saving everyone who was about to collapse psychologically.He said slowly: "Because I don't know the scope that you can accept and implement, we discussed many kinds of plans. Although it seems that some of them can be ignored now, even if you remove those, it will still be a bit long. I'm sorry, but please Listen to it."

His tone was very calm, and his eyes looked straight at Edgar politely.But the hand behind him couldn't help taking out the lighter from his pocket, turning it around like a pen, trying to relieve the fear, uneasiness, and well-hidden worries in his heart.

Kusanagi raised his fingers and began to describe——

"If we discuss the situation like asking Santa Claus for a gift, the first thing we think of is to make a wish to restore the Sword of Damocles. But it must be a constant restoration, otherwise it will be respected again later. Gotta be tattered."

"The second is to remove the brutal energy in the Red King's power. There will be no more riots, so naturally there will be no possibility of falling swords. But this involves the origin of the Red King, and I don't know what side effects it will have if it is modified."

"The third is to directly remove the power from Zun. However, judging from Zun's personality that will get into trouble unconsciously without knowing it, once he has no power, he encounters outsiders who come to seek revenge. That would be bad."

"Then there is the fourth plan, which is to transfer the power of respect to another person. And the candidate for this is everyone here."

"Oh?" Edgar raised his eyebrows with interest, "It seems that this little girl is also one of them."

"Anna-chan," Kusanagi's voice was a little trembling, he squeezed the lighter in his hand, and smiled wryly after a while, "Although I'm worried out of ten, if there is really no way to prevent the situation from developing to the most dire state, I'm afraid Anna will be the next Red King chosen by the stone plate."

"..." The young girl was silent, but the determination in her eyes was no less than that of the adult men around her.

After hearing Kusanagi's words, the surrounding people were shocked, but they did not speak out to refute.

"——After deleting those plans that don't seem to be needed now, that's it. What do you think?" Kusanagi put the lighter back in his pocket, quietly waiting for the final judgment.

Do you agree or refuse?

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"The power of the king is given by the stone plate."

To their surprise, Edgar did not immediately inform them of his decision, but instead asked another question that had been answered.

Isn't this person the indecisive type?Kusanagi was a little puzzled, but still seriously answered the question, "Yes, and our power is endowed by the king."

……Um?Could it be, wouldn't it be...?

Kusanagi seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Then, he saw Edgar drink the cup of "syrup" in one breath, and said happily: "Isn't it the best solution to solve the problem from the root?" His tone was as sweet as the coffee in his hand Tired, "Thank you for the information you provided. Then, I'm off now~"

"Jingle Bell--"

With cheerful steps, he announced that the big bastard had left Barbara.

Um?Hmmmm? ? ? ……real or fake!What he meant was to solve, to get rid of... the slate...! ?

Kusanagi's sunglasses slipped off.

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Hatta: "Ah? What does he mean? What is the root cause?"

The author has something to say: Edgar, the king's special attack, almost killed the kings.horrible.

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Thank you for your concern!The common cold and fever are far less scary than Jia Jia, I have recovered, okay!