Chapter 1721 Table Etiquette

The voice was clear, but without any emotion, just like Kieran's calm expression.

The pale-faced ascetic's body was stiff, as if he had been frozen.

The prophet who collapsed and cried no longer cried out in pain, but his soft sobs were even more pitiful than the previous crying.

Two people who knew quite a few secrets could only react instinctively when looking at Kieran standing in front of them.

As for more?

That means holding back the trembling.

The ascetic monk who was pulled by the prophet and shared the vision of 'prophecy' looked at the desolate and dark wilderness in front of him, and the despair in his heart appeared layer by layer.

Because he could see what the darkness was.

Not natural darkness.

It doesn't belong to ordinary supernatural darkness.

What is there is ‘devour’!

An all-devouring horror.

The dark monster is lazy and arrogant, but does not hide its hunger at all. It is like a high-altitude god, overlooking everything in the world.

And, dismissive.

Gritting his teeth, the ascetic monk did not bend down.

However, this is the limit.

When a flash of flame appeared in the distance, the ascetic monk simply sat down on the ground.

A lava demon appeared in his widened eyes.

Unlike the pitch black monster.

This lava demon exudes a violent and chaotic atmosphere.

Not really close yet.

He had already discovered that his mind was contaminated, and evil whispers began to appear in his ears.

What's even more terrifying is...

He could not prevent such changes.

The ascetic monk finally knew why his friend collapsed and cried.

Death is inevitable.

Bitterness appeared on the ascetic's face.

He tried his best to sit up straight, hoping to feel calmer when death came.

He would also like to stand up if he could.

But my legs were a little weak and I really couldn't sit down.

The lava demon is getting closer.

Then……

Everything is gone.

He returned to the church again.

Behind him was the prophet who was sobbing softly. He maintained a decent sitting posture.

There was no dark monster or lava demon in front of him.

The only one left is Kieran.

A young man who looks ordinary and indifferent.

But this made the ascetic monk understand more and more how terrifying the other party was.

Evil God!

The evil god who experienced death but escaped reincarnation and awakened again!

Recalling the darkness and flames in his mind, the ascetic monk was very sure of the identity of the young man in front of him. After all, whether it was the darkness or the flames, the evil aura on it could be determined almost without distinguishing.

Alas, is this our end?

The ascetic monk sighed in his heart, patted his friend's shoulder, and tried hard to calm his friend down.

Then, he tried his best to keep his body sitting on the ground as straight as possible and said:

"I saw your origin, Your Majesty."

"I also understand your identity."

"One of many departures."

"Or one of those who should have decayed."

"We can't ask for anything from you, and we don't dare to ask for anything. We just ask that you abide by the ancient contract..."

As he spoke, a dagger appeared in the ascetic monk's sleeve.

The dagger is not long, but it is not small.

The blade of the dagger is very wide, making it look a bit like a kitchen knife.

The ascetic pointed the dagger at his heart, his voice trembling.

"My soul will be your sacrifice."

"As you wish...enjoy!"

The weird dagger stabbed straight down.

But it didn't pierce the chest.

With tears on his face and snot mixed with his nose, the prophet held the ascetic's wrist with both hands and shook his head vigorously. The tears and snot scattered on the ascetic's patched but clean robe.

Kieran took a step back silently.

I've seen some really disgusting stuff.

But that doesn't mean I'm willing to contact you.

After maintaining a safe distance, Qin Ran looked at the prophet.

"Your return, your recovery, I see it."

"I also saw what you were looking for."

"I wish to make a deal with you."

The prophet whispered a prayer.

See what I'm looking for?

Suspicion flashed in Qin Ran's eyes.

To be honest, he didn't believe what the prophet in front of him saw. Even if he saw something, he was just scaring himself.

and……

Not even lightly frightened.

However, this did not prevent Qin Ran from testing the other party.

"trade?"

Keeping his voice indifferent, Qin Ran asked slowly.

"Yes, deal!"

"I'm going to give you a message that will point directly at your opponent...that opponent is what you're looking for, right?"

The prophet nodded vigorously, and the remaining snot flew out, sticking to the ascetic monk's robe, and pulled out a crystal clear, but extremely sticky silk thread.

Kieran's eyes shifted unconsciously.

Then, I was surprised to find that the prophet in front of me seemed to know more than I imagined.

At least some secrets should be known.

And the so-called ‘opponent’?

Kieran didn't think the other party saw the 'broker'.

Let's not talk about the layers of protection that the 'broker' has set up for himself. It should not be able to be found by an ordinary prophet. If it were so easy to find, the grass on the grave of the 'broker' would be three meters high. If you want to kill him, Those bastards are really like crucian carp crossing the river, there is an endless stream.

The protection of the 'huge city' alone was enough to make the prophet in front of him helpless.

What's more, how could someone who only saw his 'surface' possibly 'see' so much.

So, why do prophets say such ‘accurate’ words?

Very simple.

This is a rhetoric.

If he is really as described in the other party's words, it is naturally impossible not to have an enemy, and among these enemies, there must be someone he desperately wants to get rid of.

Under this premise, it is not abrupt to say that he wants to find the other party.

It can even be said to be extremely accurate.

Although he knew it was false, Kieran was happy to know the secret things that the other party knew.

Seeing Qin Ran nodding, the prophet was overjoyed.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Your opponent is hiding here!"

The prophet is still narrating.

But no sound came out. It was only because he could see his mouth opening and closing like a fish being thrown onto the shore. The prophet himself seemed to be unconscious and continued talking.

The ascetic monk obviously noticed something was wrong.

He raised his hand and covered the prophet's mouth.

But it was too late.

The sunlight outside the window became dim.

The shadows under the window grew deeper.

The dim sunlight no longer has the brilliance it deserves.

The deep shadow has a touch of coldness.

Click, click.

A layer of frost began to appear on the ground in the chapel. During the sound of condensation, everything was distorted by the freezing sound. The tables and chairs were like wrung towels, and the candles and candlesticks were condensed into the original form. The grease gathered into a pool, and a humanoid figure condensed in it, exuding the fishy smell of grease.

The ascetics and seers have been frozen and cannot see it all.

Qin Ran was also frozen, but his vision accepted it all.

Looking at the world that seemed to have lost its color, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Not weird!

At least it's not just plain weird!

Mixed with the power of extremely chaotic faith!

A god like an old book?

still……

The speculation in his heart made Qin Ran stand there silently, waiting for the other party to appear.

The humanoid figure quickly condensed.

It walked up to the ascetic.

"Stupid idiot!"

It commented like this.

"Damn coward!"

After looking at the prophet, it said another sentence, and then looked at Qin Ran.

"Arrogant fool!"

"You never know who you might meet!"

"who is it?"

"of course……"

The humanoid, which subconsciously wanted to respond, suddenly realized something was wrong. It subconsciously wanted to retreat, but it was a step slower. As soon as Qin Ran, who was supposed to be frozen, raised his hand, the frost on the surface of his body completely cracked, and his left hand He pinched the opponent's neck with his palms and applied a slight force, causing cracks to appear on the opponent's neck where the wax had been condensed.

However, the humanoid opponent did not show any panic, but instead sneered.

The opponent's hands, which were supposed to be restrained, turned into swords made of candles, stabbing Kieran straight at him.

Then the other party felt the astonishing heat emerging from its neck in horror.

Its body, together with its arms, melted again at a speed many times faster than condensation.

Then……

The ‘candle liquid’ begins to evaporate!

Melting is not terrible, it can condense again.

But what if it evaporates?

It cannot gain a body again.

Immediately, the space in his heart occupied his thinking.

"Spare your life!"

"I will always hand over the 'key'..."

The shouting stopped suddenly, and the raging demonic flames drowned the other party. Kieran looked at the burning opponent silently. Even if a crystal ball appeared in the other party's body and floated in front of Kieran's eyes, Kieran didn't care.

Until the other party is really dead.

Only then did Kieran look at the crystal ball.

The crystal ball was the size of a fist and had Kieran's figure printed on it.

【name:? ? ? 】

[Type: Strange Object]

【quality:? ? ? 】

[Attack power:? ? ? 】

[Defense:? ? ? 】

【Attributes:? ? ? 】

[Special effects:? ? ? 】

【need:? ? ? 】

[Can this copy be taken out:? ? ? 】

【Remark:? ? ? 】

…

A series of question marks appeared in Kieran's eyes, and he frowned slightly.

It is obvious that his occult knowledge cannot be identified, or that special knowledge is required for identification.

With all the unknowns, Qin Ran was careful not to touch the crystal ball and let it float there. He looked at the ascetic monk and the prophet.

The black and white faded.

The two people who were frozen to death were safe and sound.

The two of them saw Qin Ran again.

One's body stiffened and the other sobbed softly.

Then, the pale ascetic tried to sit up straight.

"I saw your origin, Your Majesty."

"I also understand your identity."

…

Just like the previous words.

Exactly the same.

There was no change in his expression.

Even the special dagger returned to the ascetic monk's sleeve. When the other party took out the dagger, the prophet stopped him again and said what he just said again.

The monster born from the candle began to condense again.

Qin Ran raised his hand and unleashed a wave of demonic flames.

The other party evaporated immediately.

Another crystal ball floated in front of Kieran.

Then, the stiff-bodied ascetic and the sobbing prophet appeared again.

Qin Ran frowned slightly and took no further action.

After he waited for everything to go through, he raised his hand again and used demonic flames to evaporate the monsters that had not yet appeared.

The number of crystal balls suddenly became three.

Like satellites, three crystal balls surrounded Kieran.

…

In the inexplicable void, watching the existence here closely, he let out a low and malicious laugh.

"Only three times!"

"This is a start!"

As the other party spoke, he laughed again.

The other party hasn't played this little game for a long time.

The sudden appearance of a qualified person made the other party overjoyed and impatient, and even somewhat recklessly dragged the other party into this little game.

After all, it had not seen such delicious food for a long time.

But it also has restraint.

A complete set of 'table manners' will make the food more delicious and make it more comfortable to eat.

So, it is waiting quietly.

Waiting for the food to make a mistake.

Food that makes mistakes will ferment.

However, gradually, it discovered that this food was somewhat different.

ten times!

Twenty times!

Thirty times!

The other party has not changed any goals and has been focusing on the right choice.

"snort!"

"Very cautious."

"But how long can such caution be maintained?"

"You'll change your goals eventually!"

"Just like the Templar knights who once swore not to harm innocent people, how many times did that delicious snack attack the ascetics and prophets?"

"The one hundred and first time?"

"Or the one hundred and second?"

"Don't worry, I will wait slowly."

Time passed minute by minute.

When Kieran continued to attack the candle monster for the two hundredth time, the predator couldn't sit still.

The candle monster didn't appear out of thin air.

Table manners are not something to be used casually.

All this requires its supply of power.

Once the candle monster dies, one point of its power is consumed.

If table manners are maintained for one second, its power will be consumed by two more points.

Something has to change!

It thought so.

Then, he used a bit of power outside the ‘dining table’.

Immediately, the black and white world began to change.

Fine scales appeared on the ascetic's body, his nails began to grow, and his teeth became sharp. As he breathed, the ascetic turned into an armored monster.

Click!

As soon as the monster turned around, it bit off half of the prophet's head, and then began to devour the prophet.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Broken bones everywhere.

Qin Ran watched all this, and when the candle monster appeared, he raised his hand and struck the devil's flame, turning the candle monster into steam again.

"Why don't you take action!"

"The Dervish is already a monster!"

"You should kill the ascetic first!"

The roar echoed in the void.

That being that was unwilling to do so came again.

This time it didn't let the ascetic monk chew it carefully. After killing the prophet in one bite, it went straight to Kieran. However, Kieran didn't make any counterattack. He dodged until the candle monster appeared and evaporated in one blow.

Even if the prophet turned into a monster at the same time, it did not change Kieran's choice.

Another three hundred times later.

The being in the void was silent.

It discovered that this qualified person seemed a little different from those it had encountered before.

The increasingly weak body told it that this time the food was lost.

It sighed, dismissed the hunt, and firmly remembered the appearance of the food.

It swore that it would never play games with the other party again.

Then it was ready to leave.

And just before it disappeared, it suddenly heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

Just by listening to the voice, you can tell that the other person is very hungry.

What's more important is...

That's not it.

Without hesitation, it accelerated its stealth speed, but an invisible big mouth bit its tentacles fiercely and pulled it out desperately.

"Relax!"

"damn it!"

"You guy with no table manners, let me go!"

It roared repeatedly, but not only did the big mouth not let go, but it pulled harder and harder.

and……

Chewing and tugging.