[K] The growth and evolution of the owner and the dog

That was Adolf K. Weitzmann, a born king.Even if he is a slate, it is impossible for him to accept the power transformation and memory transmission from the slate so quickly, but he can.

It is not my own ability, but it can make me so proud and proud.

The beautiful and smooth huge sword that suddenly appeared in the sky also attracted the attention of the enemy planes. They couldn't predict what kind of weapon it was, so they had to retreat quickly.

But, now is not the time to be happy.The corners of Xiao Hei's mouth sank, and he squeezed it tightly.The blue-black eyes looked around like a whirlpool, like a boy whose life and death were unknown, like the Dresden Slate who was constantly releasing power, and like Weitzman who was sobbing while holding Claudia tightly in his arms.

As far as he knew, the abilities embodied by the Silver King's Tablet were the manipulation of gravity and the unchanging qualities of immortality.However, the last trait belongs only to the Silver King himself, and cannot be shared by his clan.

Weitzman... chose to use strength to maintain Claudia's life. He continuously sent power to Claudia's body, but Xiao Hei could feel that Claudia's vitality was gradually weakening. Weitzman Unwilling to be reconciled, he gritted his teeth and insisted on the bruises on his temples.

Enough... If this continues...you will die too... He stretched out his hand to stop him, but it passed through the middle of Weitzman's arm, and he stepped back a few steps, staring at his gradually transparent hand in a daze.

This is... going to disappear?Or... the end of memory?

There was a booming sound in his ears, making him think that the enemy plane was attacking again, but he found that the Dresden stone slab behind Weitzmann was emitting light.The red, green, platinum, and gray rays of light complement each other, and a powerful force makes the stone slab vibrate violently.

"Ahem..." The young man who fell to the ground, whose life and death were unknown, supported his body with all his strength, and yelled at the place where Weitzman was. "Weitzman!! Stop it..."

"Crodia has already..." He punched the ground weakly and remorsefully. "already……"

"Aaron, be good. Don't make noise." Weitzman held Claudia, who had lost her body temperature, and stroked her face tenderly and fascinated. "My sister doesn't have any wounds on her body, she just fell asleep..."

"Weizmann..." The young man's voice became weaker and more difficult. He didn't know what the strange changes in the Dresden Slate just now were, but he could feel the Dresden Slate absorbing power from his body again. , more and more, more and more, making him unable to support.

It calls him, it needs him to become one with it.This powerful call made him, who was a stone slab, unable to resist, and the only way in front of his eyes was sinking.

However, the Weitzman in front of him is the only thing he can't let go of.He hugged Crotia and wept bitterly. It was the first time the teenager saw him after he met him. It turned out that Weizman, who had been smiling all the time, also had such a heartbroken expression.

But he has nothing to do.He is just a slate, not a god.He can't revive Crodia, he can't restore this beautiful city, and he can't even choose his own future path.

Crotia walked so peacefully. Except for a slight sprain on her foot, the dirt on her face was wiped clean by Weitzman's hands, and her body was stained with dust. Other than that, she didn't have any wounds.

The boy endured the pain and used his last strength to pass through the silver halo and visit Claudia's body, but he opened his mouth in shock and was unable to make a sound for a long time.

...Crodia had no hope of being alive from the beginning. Her body had been corroded by chemical substances, and charred substances appeared in her lungs, stomach, and even her heart.The boy couldn't tell what it was, but he could tell that it belonged to the same substance as the bone and bone Dresden stone slab.

He remembered that Crotia had looked for him before that.

【Alang, tell me the truth, are you serious about Adolf? 】

[Why do you ask this? 】

【answer me! 】

【certainly. 】

[Then, Adolf will be handed over to you, I hope you will be happy. 】

【What's the meaning? 】

【Ahahaha, no.It's just that I was very happy to be a matchmaker skillfully. 】

So...that's when she said that.He didn't notice that Crotia's eyes were full of love and reluctance, but they turned into blessings and speechlessness.

Hold in the palm of her parents since she was born, she is a arrogant and domineering young lady.Until the birth of her younger brother, the small and soft paws held her little finger, looked at her with clear eyes without a trace of impurities, and the moment her figure was reflected, he decided to treat this younger brother well.Not letting anyone bully him, not letting him get hurt, this is her responsibility as a sister, and now she has done it.

Of course, there are some regrets... that is, I didn't watch Weitzman fall in love with the person he loved, and hold hands side by side until his gray hair turned gray.

But even so, she was content to die in the arms of her beloved brother.

Just like she was holding Weitzman when she was a child, but now, it's the other way around.

His younger brother...has finally grown up and can finally rest assured.

father mother...

A tear fell from the corner of Crotia's eye, and the right hand held by Weitzman was hanging down weakly.

Weitzman's voice and breathing stagnated for an instant, his pupils couldn't focus and trembled, and his lips squirmed but couldn't make any sound.

[Hey, Adolf, shall we play hide and seek?You come to catch me?how? 】

【good. 】The young him turned around with a smile, closed his eyes and counted.

[You can turn around when you count to ten! 】

【Um! 】

One... Two... Three... Six... Nine... Ten...

He finally turned around, but he didn't find her who was playing hide-and-seek with him, so he crouched in the corner and sobbed aggrievedly.

【Hey, Adolf, I'm here, don't cry. 】Wiping tears across his cheeks with his warm fingertips, he threw himself on Claudia, clutching her clothes tightly, sobbing.

With tears in his eyes, he saw Claudia smiling against the light. 【Adolf, I will always be with you, when you get lost...】

[I will find you. 】

Liar... Now you are the one who abandoned me as a younger brother, and what you jokingly call a burden.In the game of two people, there is only one person left after all, standing under the sunset, quietly recalling the past.

"Xiaobai..." The continuous forced absorption force from the Dresden stone slab made his legs and feet weak, and it was all his strength to wake up.He watched the white circle of light enveloping Weitzman gradually shrink and finally disappear faintly, but Weitzman didn't make any movement.

The teenager used all four feet to crawl towards him.His clothes were dirty and wrinkled, but he didn't care.The gauze wrapped around the eye slipped off, revealing one eye.He couldn't see the food in front of him clearly, so he could only rely on the vague shadow to judge, and then crawled over.

Weizman said that Crodia is his belief.He does not worship God, but thanks God for sending Claudia to him.But now, he was the one who wanted to stay with Weitzman against the sky, which led to the guilt.But the cruelty of God took Claudia back.That's the source of Weitzman's joy and memories, why do it...

Could it be that the two of them are destined not to be together?The Dresden stone slab trembled, but there was still no change. It still absorbed his strength forcefully, and still summoned him to return.

The young man raised his arm tremblingly, stretched out his hand towards Weitzman, and shouted wordlessly.

It is so difficult to change one's fate against the sky.Then why, let him have consciousness, and why let him meet and get acquainted with Weitzman, instead of recalling himself at that time.

He doesn't understand, doesn't understand.

"Weitzman..."

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!" The white circle of light began to expand from Weitzman's body, and the boy could not know how wide the area was, but he was not allowed to think about it in the next second.All the gravel and boulders around him and even hundreds of meters away floated up, and he looked at Weitzman again.But Weizmann put Claudia down, stood up and looked at the city of Dresden.The eyes are out of focus, showing a swirl shape.

The Dresden stone slabs were rubbing against each other, and the young man knew this situation all too well.He struggled to stand up and threw himself into Weitzman's arms, grabbed his clothes and roared vigorously. "Witzman!! Do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I know." His voice sounded without a trace of emotion. "The city of Dresden...has...if that's the case, then I will completely destroy him and bury him with Crotia."

"Wake up!! Weizman, you!! Uh—" He grabbed the boy's neck and said viciously. "You are not allowed to stop me." Then he threw the boy out like trash.

The boy was like a puppet with a disconnected thread in the air, tears falling down. "Weitzman..."

"Ahhh...I really don't know if I caught up or not." The boy fell into the man's arms, heard the man's relieved voice, and then exclaimed in disbelief. "This is? Crotia! Weitzman, what happened—Weitzman?"

Guochang Road Dajue looked at Weitzman, who was clearly out of order, and looked down at the boy who was coughing and bleeding. "what happened?"

"Dajue on Guochang Road?"

"Yes."

The teenager grabbed his sleeve, looking nervous. "The Dresden Slate was out of control. Weizmann was selected by him, and it turned out to be... out of control."

"If this continues...the whole city will really be destroyed."

"What?! Wait, hey! Calm down!" Seeing the boy's pale face instantly, Guochang Lu Dajue could only comfort him. "Maybe there is a solution."

The boy shook his head and didn't speak.

Now there is only one way...but...