King Solomon's Road to Righteousness[Comprehensive]

"The memory of 'I' in the parallel world...what's going on?"

Facing Romani's doubts, Wu Xiang gave a very calm "Ah" first, and then calmly explained to Fujimaru Tachika and Romani Akiman.

The "Second Law" of the complete body can completely interfere with the parallel world.But according to Wuxiang himself, because he only touched the edge of this magic at the beginning and didn't fully grasp it, so according to his level, being able to influence the "self" in the parallel world is already the limit of what he can do up.

What Romani said earlier was not wrong, a heroic spirit is a kind of existence that can only be summoned to appear in this world.So what Wuxiang did was to use the half-assed "Second Method" he mastered to put the mediator that he could summon into the parallel world, and then wait for him in that world to summon himself.

Wuxiang had calculated several schemes before the plan was implemented.Among all the methods, only by doing so can he go to more parallel worlds with the least consumption and collect the most "information" about Solomon.

"If it weren't for my lack of ability, I wouldn't choose this obviously uneconomical method."

After saying everything, Wu Xiang casually spread his hands towards the two people on the opposite side.

"That's really..."

Romani stared blankly for a long time before slowly saying: "That must be at least a hundred billion people, right? If you divide the number of human beings who have survived from Solomon's birth to the parallel world..."

Having said that, he couldn't help but gasped.

Like the shocked Romani, Fujimaru Tachika, who was listening on the sidelines, was also deeply shocked by the faceless description.Although the other party had narrated this incident in a very flat tone, it could not conceal the fact that he had experienced countless ups and downs on the road to resurrecting Solomon.

What kind of mentality did the person on the opposite side have to try out this plan?Looking at the other party's calm face, Fujimaru Tachika finally realized the difference between himself and the other party at this very moment.Although Muxiang was also a member of "Chaldea" and made his own contribution to the restoration of human nature, his experience is really very different from himself and Fujimaru Tachibana.

What force was driving him to try out this plan, was it just the fetters formed by spending a year with that Solomon?It should be more than that.

Fujimaru Tatsuka recalled the way Muxiang looked at Yedidia just now, with some hesitation.The other party's eyes are indeed very gentle, but there does not seem to be any passionate emotion that belongs to love alone.It was because the appearance of the other party was different from the normal Solomon, which led to such a result, but he didn't have that kind of thought for the other party at all?But if it is not out of the attachment to the former lover, what emotion can support a person to resurrect the other party without fear of danger?

Fujimaru Tachika asked himself, if Romani Akiman, who belonged to their world, was going to die, would he and Fujimaru Tachibana have such a degree of perseverance and determination to find each other in this way.

Wuxiang's encounter made the two humans in the room silent at the same time.Different from the state of the audience's heavy heart, the performance of the parties is very calm.

Wu Xiang held the mug filled with hot tea and looked around the room without a trace. He didn't speak until the minute hand of the clock on the wall had barely turned five ticks before he opened his mouth to break the solemnity of the room.

"What humans cannot do, let Heroic Spirits do it."

He took a sip of the hot drink in his cup and said casually, "These things are nothing to a Heroic Spirit. If we don't do anything on the seat, loneliness alone will defeat us."

Wu Xiang's original intention was to let the two people on the opposite side not pay too much attention to their past, but in fact, after he said these words, the expressions on the faces of Fujimaru Tachika and Romani Akiman not only did not change. It was easy, but it got heavier.

He looked at the expressions of the two people opposite him, was silent for a while, and then said again: "So, is there anything else you want to ask? If there is no more, then I will..."

Wuxiang originally wanted to say that if there is no problem, he would like to accompany little Jedidia. After all, the child has just arrived in a strange environment, and there are no familiar people around him, and he does not have the ability to protect himself... In short , when he was left by Romani to ask questions, he had been worrying about that child.

But just when he wanted to find an excuse to quickly end the topic and leave the oppressive atmosphere in the room, the door of the meeting room where the three of them were was suddenly opened from the outside.Then, before anyone outside came in, a familiar voice came in in advance.

"Okay, let's see if it's here... Ah, I found it, it really is here!"

Fujimaru Tachika and Romani, who were seated with their backs facing the door, subconsciously turned their heads to look when the electronic door made the sound of opening.When they saw the face of the person who entered the door, the two of them exclaimed in unison.

"Michael?!"

"Micah!"

At the same time, Wu Xiangwang also stood up excitedly with a "teng".

"Jedidia?"

Next came Michael and Jedidiah who were leaning on a cane and covered in bandages.I don't know whether the young servant boy recovered too well or his heart was too big. He actually let Yedidia sit on his shoulder, and then hit the three people in the room with his only remaining movable hand. Hello.

"Yo, matser, dad, and... well, what do I call you?"

After saying hello to the two acquaintances one by one, the blond boy with the name Seraph looked at Wuxiang with a nervous face.He frowned slightly, ignoring Romani who was complaining about being called "Dad" and Fujimaru Tachika who looked helpless, and walked straight towards the remaining person in the room.

"Hey, my savior," he yelled at Wu Xiang, "help me, help me carry this little ancestor down."

"I've been pulling my hair all the way and forcing me to come out to find you...I'm a sick patient, do you have any conscience?"

In fact, without Michael complaining to him, Wuxiang would have snatched Jedidiah off the opponent's shoulder immediately.It's okay without protection, the child is sitting on someone else's shoulders and is still shaking his body, the distance from the door to Wuxiang's seat is only a few steps, Yedidia grabs the person under him forcefully Three or four times, his hair tossed back and forth.Its range is so large that Wu Xiang is frightened when he sees it.

"Less than an hour... Is it enough to sleep for a while?" He held Yedidia in his arms skillfully, stretched out his hand to stroke his messy hair, and asked softly, " I should have asked that little girl with orange hair to help take care of you, why did you come here with Michael?"

The child comfortably rubbed against Wu Xiang's arms, grabbed a strand of black hair hanging on his chest, and touched it. After tossing for a while, he raised his head and stared at him with a pair of golden, round eyes.

Jedidia looked at Wu Xiang who was patiently waiting for his reply for a moment, then suddenly tilted her head and said "Hey" to him.

Wu Xiang was stunned for a moment, and after recovering, he was immediately amused by the other party's stupid reaction.

"What's 'hey'?" he said cheerfully, "answer the question carefully... Tell me, how is your body feeling now, is there any discomfort?"

Jedidia shook her head, then opened her mouth, and stumbled out a few words: "It feels good."

Wuxiang widened his eyes slightly, and looked at the child he was holding in surprise. He was a little surprised that the other party expressed his wishes so clearly for the first time.

"This little ancestor is very good."

Michael, who was standing aside, sighed at the two adults who were tired of being together.

He rubbed his blond hair irritably, and said: "I heard from Tachibana that the child was very fussy when she woke up, and she dragged her around Chaldea for a long time before running to my room... Tell me If you don’t know him, why did you come to me specifically?”

Hearing Michael's complaints, Wuxiang said: "Maybe I wanted to find me, but ended up in the wrong place, so I found you..."

While explaining, he hugged Yedidiah, who was holding onto his neck and almost crawling to the top of his head, a little tighter.

"After all, our spiritual foundations are similar, and Jedidiah's ability to distinguish is not perfect, and it is easy to confuse them."

Wuxiang said it casually, but Romani who was on the side listened attentively.

"Spirit bases are similar? Ah, could it be that..."

His eyes moved back and forth twice between Michael and Wuxiang, and suddenly showed a clear expression.

Compared with Romani's sudden realization, Fujimaru Tatsuka's reaction was almost confused.He froze for a while, then tugged the former's sleeve with some doubts, and asked softly about the current situation.

To the human Fujimaru Tachika, the voice was very soft, but it was extremely clear to the ears of several other followers.The room was small, and Michael, who was standing not far from him, leaned on his crutch with a little dissatisfaction after hearing his master's question.

"You still don't understand? Have you forgotten that I'm also a sub-servant? Stupid Master."

Michael showed a playful smile towards Fujimaru Tachika, he deliberately prolonged his voice, and said in a tone similar to an aria, "A subservant is a container used to carry the power of a heroic spirit. The strength comes from this kind-hearted heroic spirit who is like an old mother and diligently nurses children."

Wu Xianghua, who was whispering to Jedidiah, paused, turned his head and glanced helplessly at Michael, who was smiling triumphantly.

"Ah—Michael!"

Different from Wuxiang's calmness, Romani, who finally couldn't stand it anymore, held his forehead and let out a long sigh: "Shut up for me, when will you learn to speak well?"

"Okay Dad, yes Dad, I'll shut up now."

"Michael!"

"Sorry to make you laugh."

Michael and Romani were allowed to quarrel quickly, Fujimaru Tatsuka showed a slightly embarrassed smile towards Mu Xiang with an apologetic smile.

"fine."

Wuxiang waved his hand at the young human master, but his gaze was fixed on Romani, who was arguing loudly with Michael on the opposite side.

"However," his eyes wandered over the subservant boy and Romani Akiman several times before he murmured in disbelief, "the Romani of this world... has a child already ?"

"Eh? No."

Hearing Wusi's whisper-like question, Fujimaru Tateka immediately clarified the truth: "Michael is an artificial human made by Chaldea, and the doctor was only in charge of his health management for a period of time... Although it was true at that time The duty of guardian, but the two of them are not related by blood."

"Oh, that's it."

Wuxiang raised his eyebrows, nodded slowly, and an unknown emotion flashed across his eyes.

He looked at the opposite side in silence for a few seconds, and then moved his gaze, slowly moving it away from the furious Romani's face, and shifting it to the black-haired boy in front of him.

"You seem to have something to say to me."

he said.

Fujimaru Tatsuka didn't expect that the other party would suddenly want to talk to him, he was stunned for a moment, and gave Wuxiang a "hmm" in a daze, and after he realized it belatedly, he showed a moment of embarrassment.

"Uh, actually... I want to thank you."

He awkwardly moved his gaze away: "Because I heard from Michael that normal subservants do not have their own consciousness, because the souls of heroic spirits will replace them... and you, the one who gave Michael the power The Heroic Spirits didn't do that."

Fujimaru Tatsuka pursed her lips, as if she had finally mustered up her courage, and raised her eyes to look at Wuxiang again.

"Thank you," he said solemnly, "Thank you for not killing Michael back then."