Chapter 1527 ? The Instigator

The God of Death raised his arm and waved it after he finished speaking, and the Greek sliced ​​cakes in the container ran out as if they had grown legs. The moment they stepped out, they lost their original brilliance and sweet taste in an instant, and even turned gray. The surface is also cracked and wrinkled.

Like undead in food, they still jumped into the palm of Haierbo, the god of death, and some cake crumbs were shaken off because of this jump.

The god of death took a bite and chewed carefully, and the silver bowl with intricate carvings in the ancient Greek style was squeezed into the table again. cake.

These snacks began to jump around in the enchantment of the silver bowl piece by piece, writhing happily and doing a tap dance-this kind of scene is all too familiar to Alan, this is obviously his professor Felius Professor Flitwick's personal habit of entertaining students from his college who visit his office.

This made Alan's heart sink. He represented that Professor Flitwick's soul was not only in the hands of the god of death, Haierbo, but would also be used by him before the war. Thinking of the proposal the other party just said, Allen speculated secretly in his heart, he estimated that the god of death would probably use the professor's soul as a bargaining chip.

"Mr. Haierbo, I don't understand. What do you mean?" Allen's hand holding the staff protruded, and his flat voice sounded very cold-at this moment, his chest was filled with anger , He half-closed his eyes and began to make up his mind. On the premise of not affecting the major events, he still had to try his best to save Flitwick's soul back.

"Mr. Harris, you and I should both know by now that he is not that important to you...but the owner of these cake recipes is part of the proposal I just mentioned." The ram-like cheeks of Haierpo, the god of death, shrunk down, He stared at Alan, his hoarse voice was calm, "Then let me get down to business, I know what you and Ms. Ravenclaw are planning, she wants to use you to lure me away The land of the underworld that mobilizes power... You think that in the mortal world outside, there is no underworld to suppress you and her, and you want to use this to solve your disadvantages and work together to deal with me..."

Although Haierbo, the god of death, knew about their plan, he and Luna actually expected it, and they knew that they couldn't hide it from each other. But at the beginning, he was told so nakedly and bluntly by the other party, which still made Allen curl his lips a little annoyed, knowing that this challenge was more difficult than imagined.

"Although I am confident that even if my body leaves here, I may not be defeated if I go outside to fight Ms. Ravenclaw... Mr. Harris has doubts about this?" Seeing Alan's appearance, the god of death turned to face Asked with doubts, "Let's think about it from another angle. If you were in a situation that was not considered dangerous, would you run out and take risks because of such a 70-70 odds?" Haierbo pointed his crutch at Ai. Lun nodded, "Even if you are the one with a 70% chance of winning..."

Allen raised his brows, and pretended to be relaxed and asked back: "But, Mr. Haierbo, I'm coming to your house right now?"

"I have to admit that in my perception, Ms. Ravenclaw and Mr. Harris, who are mortals, are nothing to worry about... But to my surprise, Ms. Ravenclaw, who was originally a false god Cooperate with Mr. Harris and your means...the speed of growth is so fast that I can't predict you when I react..." Haierpo, the god of death, nodded, and then slightly tilted to the right, his yellow eyes froze on Allen seemed to be looking at some strange collection, "Preaching is not an easy task. As the age goes by, mortals become smarter, and wizards lack faith...you can make Ms. Ravenclaw To become a true god in a short time is indeed a mortal worthy of my respect."

"I've always loved initiating and driving change,

Do everything in your power to pursue the progress of the wizarding world. Facing the arrogant praise of Hai Erbo, the god of death, Allen still responded politely, "But I also like tradition very much. The era of wizards and gods coexisting in the era of the magic empire also makes me want to, but Mr. Haierbo, have you tried to recruit believers before? "

"When I was a new god, but later I discovered that my clergy is special, and I don't need to be so dependent on believers..." Hai Erbo folded his hands on the crutches, "But later I discovered that my clergy Particularity, the dependence on believers can be less strong..."

"No matter how the divine power comes from, as long as it can be used, it is good divine power..." Allen confronted him without flinching, "In fact, I would like to thank you for your actions, which speeded up the process..."

"I have to remind you that Ms. Ravenclaw has just been promoted to the true god not long ago, and she has been promoted so fast compared to a lot of power that she has not yet grasped... If you start a war with me, it will not be over in a short period of time. Those mortals who only started to believe in her in order to survive, if your ridiculous line of defense is harassed a little more by me... those shallow believers may abandon her at any time... this kind of belief is icing on the cake, but I want to rely on it..."

"So it depends on my performance in the end, doesn't it?" Allen looked directly at the other party, and then smiled slightly, "Mr. Haierbo, I don't know if you have seen the mental state displayed by the living people just now No?"

"So it's worth giving me and you a chance. Let's talk now...Mr. Harris." Haierbo's yellow eyes were as calm as a deep pool, but his voice was slow and dangerous, "Whether you believe it or not, I I am worried that because of the battle between the gods... as long as it happens, it will be dangerous, and it will definitely bring disaster to the mortal world of the living."

"Death comes when it should, so saying ahead of time is not in line with your job? How much will you be constrained by the meaning of your priesthood?" Allen's attitude towards the god of death is not happy and worried, but in action He still leaned back slightly, "So Mr. Haierbo, let's get straight to the point, what's your proposal?"

Allen raised his chin and understood the meaning of Haierbo, the god of death. The reason why he patiently analyzed these things to himself, who was contemptuous of mortals, was nothing more than to show that although he had the advantage, even if the chances were small Not willing to take the risk of falling.

"Mr. Harris, you just mentioned the era of wizards and gods in the magic empire. Compared with the state of that period, which is also very ancient to me..." Hai Erbo could detect some sarcasm from Ai Lu without looking up. He didn't care about the look, and just asked another question, "The instigator of the confrontation with Ms. Ravenclaw now, at least this time, is no longer me."