Boss kidnapping plan [Comprehensive]

Existences such as heroic spirits have been born from the past history, magnificent legends, and magnificent future since ancient times. (Search the fastest and best update website for Gege Party novels every day) ----

Except for the unsung heroes, their names and taboos are engraved on the stone tablets of history, and they all shine brightly after a long time of tempering.

Among them is a heroic spirit who, as a king, has been praised by great epics since ancient times.

During his lifetime, he took everything as his own and enjoyed the glory of the world. He was once tyrannical and a virtuous king.

After death, he did not lose anything.

Sitting on the throne of heroes, pondering and sleeping.

Gilgamesh would answer the call of mages in this world to participate in the Holy Grail War, just for fun.

The Holy Grail named "Universal Wishing Machine" is not attractive to him, because in his opinion, all the treasures in this world belong to him, and the Holy Grail is naturally his property.

Therefore, if you occasionally get some persistent calls, if you happen to be interested, you can respond once.

For almost eternity, there is fun, and of course, there is also some unpleasantness.

The main body in the Hall of Valor appreciates the experience of the avatar after signing the contract with human beings. Even if there is a moment of boredom at the beginning, it never reaches the next moment.

After all, nothing - neither things nor people - could move him.

Soon, Wang closed his eyes again.

The next time you open your eyes again, it will be the moment when you feel the call.

Gilgamesh, who responded casually at that time, would never have imagined that the contractor he met this time would be like this...

——Let's give him this honor and say "interesting".

*****

"Bastard, what are you doing?"

The haughty voice came from the top of the head, and Gilgamesh stood behind Sanchi who was buried in writing at some point, without even making a sound of footsteps.

The result was quite surprising.

"—Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Sanqi was frightened.

Logically speaking, a loyal fan of the king and the number one younger brother like him has long been very familiar with the breath of the king.

Even if he heard the voice suddenly without any precautions, he wouldn't be so frightened: he shuddered all over, and stood up suddenly.

"Big big big big king!"

Turning his head, his face was dull.

Gilgamesh naturally frowned disapprovingly.

"Tell me honestly what you've been doing furtively for the past few days."

"No, nothing..."

"Is it?"

The king snorted heavily, and as the breath settled down, Sanchi reflexively hugged the king's noble waist.

Yes, read that right, not the thighs but the waist.

Since Sanqi grew out of the height of a child and grew into a 1.7-meter teenager, it was not convenient for him to complete the one-stop movement of pounce-hugging the thigh-apology due to the limitation of his body size.

After consideration, he chose to change the "hug" part to the king's waist.

Of course, making this change took a lot of work.

First of all, you have to carefully test it out, and then, after trying countless times, you will not be beaten by the king before hugging him because of the obvious covetousness.

"My lord, my lord, my lord—"

After hugging him very familiarly, his arms wrapped around the man's solid waistline, and the white-haired boy's face was naturally attached to the chest that was no longer cold and hard in ordinary clothes.

This bold guy didn't realize that there was something wrong with his behavior at all. After sticking it, he rubbed it a little, as if trying to find the most comfortable position on his chest.

Gilgamesh lowered his eyes slightly, he was also used to it, or in other words, he took such intimacy from the heart for granted, so he raised his hand and fell into the boy's hair, flicking it casually a few times.

"Let's start talking."

Wang's patience has always been limited, but he can still be given a little more tolerance.

"It's a little embarrassing to say it..." The young man who hugged Gilgamesh tightly murmured, looking slightly distressed, but in the next second, he solved the distress by talking to himself: "If If it’s the king, it’s okay, you can say it quietly.”

"Actually, I'm—"

--Write!left!Book!

"……what?"

As expected of Sanchi, an idiot who amuses many big names including Gilgamesh.

Now even the suicide note has come out.

Gilgamesh looked at the desk that Sanqi was facing.

The original color of the tabletop has long been invisible, because it is covered with densely packed paper pages, with no gaps exposed.

These pages are all letter papers that have been torn off by people. Some have only a few words written on them, and some have more than half written on them, but they are crossed out in discouragement by the person holding the pen.

It can be seen from the large ink blotch that is quite an eyesore, how distressed the man was silently reciting the language he had conceived, while discarding all the fruits of hard work for a long time, and starting all over again.

Gilgamesh sat down in Sanqi's original position.

He randomly picked up a few pieces of discarded letter paper, glanced at them, and knew that the stupid bastard was thinking about something meaningless.

These letters were written to many people.

Some are for Bailan Jesso, some are for Lelouch Lampeluki, some are for Hotaru, and some are for Mikami Tsukimune, as well as the god-inspector from Honmaru next door, and the two daggers who often come to visit. Retiring with the five tigers... even Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, who came to help cook at the earliest time, was there.

Just didn't write to myself.

"..."

Gilgamesh was furious.

Unexpectedly, Sanqi, an idiot, seemed to have no mastery of the skill of "how to dispel the anger of the king", so he stayed behind the chair and sighed, and then walked around in a while.

He didn't want to stand, so he just sat on the ground, and felt that he was too far away from the king, so he moved to the king's side - leaning on the king's legs, and put his hands on the knees of the man he respected and liked to look up to the most.

"My lord, don't laugh at me. I think this is something that needs to be prepared in advance."

Sanqi rested her chin on his arm again, tilted her head, her voice was inexplicably low.

"I have become a human being now, although there are still some differences. After calculation, my life span is not equal to that of ordinary humans. There are about 37 years before the vital signs disappear completely, so..."

The calculated time can be accurate to the number of seconds, which is also an ability he still retains after he evolved from a system to a human.

37 Ah.

He can count down, and can deeply perceive every second that has passed. For human beings who are afraid of death, isn't this a terrible thing?

But Sanqi didn't think it was scary.

He was not afraid at all.

This is "alive", and, presumably, the border between the real human being and the transformed system, getting the exact time of final disappearance will make Sanqi happier than living without knowing anything.

37 years, a number that suits him perfectly.

By that time, Huahua and His Highness are still alive, and he needs to write a suicide note in advance to comfort them and keep them from being sad.

At that time, Hotaru and Grandpa will leave Honmaru because of the loss of the God Judge, until they are called by a new God Judge, who needs to apologize first, and then bless them to find a better God Judge.

By that time, Lord Thirteen and Jinjian will probably be very sad, so the purpose is the same.

However, his draft involved everyone except Dawang.

Sanqi thought about it many times, but he never really put down his pen.

Your Majesty, he must be the most special one among them.

He is a heroic spirit, powerful, and willful king. After many, many years, he will still remember, has he ever encountered a system called Sanqi?

Unspeakably sad, but also a little worried, so that I have been unable to write a word until now.

"Your Majesty..."

After holding it in for a long time, I only managed to utter some words that didn't touch my mind at all.

"Should I run away from home in the future, leave the letter before everyone finds out, and then use the popular human burial, or—"

Snapped!

Sanqi clutched her forehead and raised her head dully, tears streaming down from the pain.

Dawang, who was shining even without the filter, gave him a cold look, as if he was angry.

"You're so promising?"

Sanqi (trying to figure out the king's intention): "That, that, plus a tombstone made of gold..."

"It's such a shame that this king has such a worthless servant like you."

Sanqi: "..."

What can he do, he is also desperate.

He drooped his head again in despair, but after this episode, Sanqi temporarily forgot the little entanglement in his heart.

He is very obsessed with the tombstone now, and he is racking his brains to think about what his future "destination" will be like.

Heroic Spirit leaned lightly on the back of the chair, with a leisurely demeanor, as if he was still on the throne of Heroic Spirit.

The stupid "servant" thought about it, but he didn't come up with any serious plan, and fell asleep on his lap.

Gilgamesh lowered his eyes slightly, and on his face like a god, after a long time, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Then, he burst out laughing.

Tombstones - do you need something like this?

No need, as a "thing" that Wang has long accepted as his own, there is only one ultimate ownership.

After 37 years, it will be kept forever in his treasure house.

The author has something to say:

It looks like be, but it's actually an open ending

The direction of he is, before 37 years, Shining will be unable to sit still, and sign an equal contract with Sanqi for the second time, and life will be shared equally. The follow-up at the end here is convenient for everyone to imagine hahaha