Does the Butterfly Effect Really Exist? (19)

"What happened? When I came to retrieve something from Secret Cabinet Number Four, it was full of things, how come it's now... (Tingmei)"

"Did you come back here after you took the things from Secret Cabinet Number Four? (Old Suo)"

"No! After retrieving the contents of the Number Four Secret Cabinet, I went to the liaison station and ordered my subordinates to deliver the message and the contents to the Western Continent. Then I returned home and met my master."

Upon hearing Tingmei's description, Old Suo immediately deduced the truth of the matter.

"If I'm not mistaken, it must be that Leshia came back here after you left and took everything from the Secret Cabinet."

"Huh? Did she already guess that I would be subdued by the master and bring you here?"

"No! She probably just moved the things temporarily out of caution."

"Then... Master, what should we do now?"

Sordil took a deep breath and then said to Tingmei, "We'll go back to your house first. After you've packed your things, we'll head straight to Cuiyi'aorshu and catch all the remaining fugitives in one fell swoop!"

Hearing that Sordil had actually considered this for her sake, Tingmei walked up to the Old Suo with hearts in her eyes and said sincerely, "Master, Tingmei have no way to repay your great kindness, except to find all the beauties in the world for you!" (Did you all think that Sister Ting was going to offer herself to you? Haha! Sister Ting is beautiful and has wild ways, how could she think like you ordinary people?)

"Cough cough"

Sordil, who was waiting to receive a red envelope (who would have thought? Besides being a big jerk, Old Suo is also a real money-grubber), was so frightened by Tingmei's 'ungrateful' remarks that he coughed incessantly.

However, the 'clever' Sister Ting clearly misunderstood the true meaning of Sordil's cough, so she immediately changed her words and said, "I'm sorry, Master, I misspoke! It's not about finding all the beauties in the world for you, but about finding all the handsome dragons in the world for you!"

"Thump!"

Fearing that Sister Ting might utter something even more shocking, Sordil swiftly offered his knees, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Sister, please spare me! I don't want to die a horrible death!"

Seeing Sordil crying like a baby, Tingmei was completely dumbfounded.

"Master, didn't you just say we were all kindred spirits? Why are you acting like this now that you've heard about beautiful women?"

Faced with Tingmei's probing question, Old Suo said in a low voice, full of regret, "I can't do it because I have a mistress in the house!"

"Master, what is 'my mistress'? And what am I?"

Sordil placed the "100,000 Whys" in front of him into his left hand, then switched back to Time-Space Dragon Mode. He then set up Teleportation Array while explaining the meaning of "Little Master" and "I" to the other party.

Philiers, Queen's Bedchamber

"Buzz"

A flash of purplish-red light appeared, and a figure shrouded in a black cloak appeared in the palace.

"That Evil Dragon Sordil, though he's a scumbag... ugh! A dragon scumbag! But the things he designs are really convenient. It's just a pity they're too complicated. Even with all our manpower, we can only replicate one. Otherwise, I would definitely let him taste the power of this thing himself!"

"Crunch"

The Black Cloak's complaint had barely faded when the palace doors were pushed open from the outside. The next second, a middle-aged man wearing a crown walked in.

"Leshia, give up! You can't beat him!"

"Whether you can win or not, you'll only know after you've fought!"

Hearing the Black Cloak's stubborn words, the middle-aged man sighed and then reached out to remove the large hood from the Black Cloak's head.

"Leshia, you have no idea how terrifying he is. Not to mention your shrimp soldiers and crab generals, even if our entire kingdom were to unite, we would not be a match for him!"

Leshia slapped away the hand that was on her head, her face flushed, and roared, "Stop? Stop fighting? Are we just going to let him manipulate us like puppets?"

Seeing the Queen's extreme anger, the king closed his eyes and said sorrowfully, "At least... this way we can survive!"

"Belmod Lanlos! Are you still the same King Cuiyi'aorshu over the world? Where is your courage? Where is your ambition? Where is your pride?"

A series of devastating blows mercilessly pounded on Belmod's shattered heart, unleashing a dense fog that blanketed his empty soul and plunged it into an ice age. Unable to bear the shock, His Majesty the King sat slumped on his bed, too afraid to look up at his Queen, lest he be moved by the genuine affection in her eyes and make an impulsive choice that would cost him the throne he had so humbly secured.

Looking at Belmod, who was bowing her head and remaining silent, Leshia stopped her angry rant and leaned against the wall, sobbing softly.

"Slap slap"

Just as the couple was grieving, applause rang out from the entrance to the palace. Startled, they quickly looked up towards the gate, only to see a man and a woman standing there. Seeing that the couple had noticed them, the silver-haired man said apologetically, "Um... your performance was just too superb, so I clapped without thinking. Sorry!"

After seeing the silver-haired man's face clearly, the Queen immediately ran towards the location where the purplish-red light had appeared.

Seeing this, the silver-haired man did not stop them, but led the people behind him toward His Majesty the King was standing by the bed.

"I originally thought you were unaware of this, but I never expected..."

"Sordil, she is, after all, my wife, and the reason she did this was to help me regain the dignity and freedom I had lost. So..."

Old Suo patted Belmod on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I understand how you feel! But her actions have crossed my line, so this time, the two of you can only start a new life in another world!"

Unlike Arthur's intense grief at his death, and unlike Langu's remorse at his death, His Majesty the King was calm, as if the one who died was not him, but someone else.

"You're much calmer than I expected!" (Old Suo)

"I guess I have nothing left to lose!" (Belmod)

After finishing his conversation with his old friend, Old Suo flicked his right index finger, and an invisible, transparent steel needle easily pierced Belmod's chest. The next second, His Majesty the King lay flat on his back.

After dealing with His Majesty the King, Sordil turned his attention to the Queen, who was slumped on the ground.

"Belmod didn't have to die!"

"Heh! What's this? Crocodile tears?"

"When we signed the contract, I said that I would give him his freedom once we repelled the attack from the Western Continent. Unfortunately... you made him lose that opportunity!"

"At least now he doesn't have to endure unnecessary things anymore, and he doesn't have to face people who make him lose all his dignity!"

"Perhaps! Void Burst!"

"Buzz!"

As Sordil channeled his magic, transparent blades appeared around the Queen's body. As time went on, more and more transparent blades appeared, eventually enveloping the Queen completely.

"Bang!"

A loud bang rang out, and then the Queen vanished from the spot, as if there had never been anything there to begin with.

After everything calmed down, Tingmei approached cautiously and asked tremblingly, "Master, are they the king and Queen of this country?"

Sordil, nicknamed "Braised Pig Trotters," reached out and pinched Tingmei's cheeks hard with both hands, then laughed and said, "Yes! They are the king and Queen of this country, and also my former rivals!"

After confirming Belmod and her companion's identities, Tingmei let her face contort into various shapes as she mumbled, "Master, we'd better run away quickly, or we'll be beaten to death by the people of this country!"

"Alright! Let's get out of here right now!"

With that, the big pig's trotter removed his braised pig's trotter from Tingmei's cheek and began drawing Teleportation Array on the ground. A moment later, a silvery-white light shone, and the two figures disappeared from the spot.

When Tingmei opened her eyes again, she found herself in an elegantly furnished study.

"Master, where are we?"

"We are now in the Prime Minister's study!"

"Prime Minister? Which prime minister?"

"Which other prime minister could it be? Of course, it's the prime minister of the Kingdom of Tsuyioru Xiu!"

Upon hearing Sordil's reply, Tingmei felt as if her lungs were about to burst.

"Damn it! I told you to flee the Kingdom of Tsuyioru Xiu immediately, but instead, you went straight to the Prime Minister's mansion to turn yourself in!"

Just as Tingmei was inwardly grumbling about Sordil, the oblivious guy actually pushed open the study door and walked out openly, as if he were back in his own home.

Seeing her master's insane behavior, Tingmei suddenly had an urge to hang herself.

However, the person seemed unaware of what they were doing. After discovering that Tingmei was standing there, they even stood in the corridor and started shouting loudly.

"Tingmei, don't just stand there like an idiot, come over here right now!"

In this situation, simply saying "I don't know him" wouldn't suffice (I don't need to repeat what the classic "I don't know him" expression looks like, right?), so Tingmei had no choice but to bite the bullet and go out. However, to Tingmei's surprise, the servants and maids passing by didn't shout or yell when they saw the two of them, but instead bowed to them.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Sister Ting quickly caught up with Sordil, then gently poked his back and whispered, "Master, you wouldn't happen to be the Prime Minister of Cuiyi'aorshu, would you?"

Want to know the answer?

Upon hearing Old Suo's question, Tingmei nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

Seeing Ting's reaction, Old Suo smiled smugly and then shamelessly said, "Although I could tell you the answer now, for your future convenience, let's wait a while!"

After saying that, Old Suo put his hands behind his back and walked forward smugly. Helpless, Sister Ting could only continue to follow behind him, walking aimlessly.