Chapter 1108 Can’t You Just Pretend You Don’t Know Me?
Anger and his people are prone to go off topic. This is not the first time. When talking about something, they don't know where to go. This happens in front of others, often making others angry.
But there is no way. Anger's level is too high, so the people below will habitually stand at Anger's level to look at the problem, and always go to the root of the problem. It would be strange if they don't go off topic.
You, a witch, are more important than the law of sustainability?
But this is a complete disregard for others, which is worse than humiliation. Few people can stand it.
The witch is treated as a treasure at home. She is usually respected and praised by others. How can she stand such disregard? I can't help but remind her.
But when everyone turned their attention to her, she couldn't help but feel a little scared, and said with all her might: "Who are you? What did you do to me? I warn you, let me go quickly, otherwise my Lord will kill you all."
"Oh! Lord?" Everyone instantly became alert and gathered around with great interest: "Who is your Lord? What's his name? What abilities do you have? How are you going to kill us?"
The witch couldn't help but shrink her neck. It would be fine if she didn't mention the Lord, but why did it seem that these people were more excited after mentioning the Lord?
But in this situation, the only one the witch can rely on is the Lord God, so she had to stiffen her neck and say: "My Lord God is an omnipotent star god. He has the ability to smash stars. He can smash this plane into powder with one punch, and he can annihilate you into nothingness with a breath."
Nagris muttered: "Smash stars? That means you have the power of chaos, annihilate into nothingness, that means you have the power of darkness, the origin of dual power?"
"It may also be bragging, why are you entangled with this." Anthony said unhappily.
"I'm not bragging, my Lord God really has this kind of strength, you guys let me go quickly." The witch was annoyed.
Anthony smiled kindly: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's mainly that we want to see it, otherwise you can call your Lord God to come and perform?"
No matter how stupid the witch was, she knew that the Lord God she brought up obviously didn't scare the other party, so she had to call the Lord God silently in her heart, and said angrily: "What do you want to do?"
"Ask you some questions, and I'll let you go if you are satisfied with the answers." Anthony said.
"You can ask me questions, but you have to tell me first, what did you do to me? Why am I like this now." The witch pointed at herself and gestured, especially the white crystal in the shadow.
"This is the core of the body that carries the mind. We just took it out." Anthony responded, but it was the same as saying nothing.
Everyone knows that you took it out. What the witch wants to know is why Ange can take it out? Why is she imprisoned in it.
Unfortunately, she didn't have any skills in asking questions. Anthony got around it. Even if she answered it, she was so angry that she didn't know what to do.
Anthony didn't care about these and started to ask: "In which plane and area is the Stonehenge you mentioned? How can you get there?"
This is not information that needs to be kept secret, because even if she doesn't say it, others can get it from other people in the caravan, or even from people who have traded with them.
Anthony also knew the location a long time ago, but interrogation is skillful. Start with small, harmless questions and break through the other party's psychological defenses step by step until all the answers are asked.
The witch looked like a young person who was not very experienced in the world, spoiled but kind, and a little confused about the importance of things.
There are many people of this type in the religious hierarchy. They are protected (restricted) too well, often lacking knowledge of the outside world, and their responses seem very naive and childish.
Although Angel easily controlled her, she did not realize how terrifying the existence in front of her was. Even if she called out the Lord behind her, it would be useless.
Anthony had too much experience in dealing with such people. Seeing that she was not a bad person by nature, she knew that there was an insect plague in the underground city, and she would personally send things to restrain insects to her subordinates, so Anthony had a good impression of her.
After some inquiries, basically everything he wanted to know was asked, but what Anthony wanted to know most was: "How do you know that it is not a plague, but an insect plague? Did you also have an insect plague there?"
The witch shook her head: "No, the omniscient Lord told me."
"That stone was also given to you by your Lord? What kind of stone is that?" Anthony asked.
A stone can prevent insect plagues? Anthony didn't quite believe it, but the insect plague in the underground city had long been cleared by Hemel, and it would be impossible to verify it for a while.
Duroken, who took the stone away for research, came back at this time, handed over the stone wrapped in cloth and said:
"The composition inside is very complex, mixed with different substances, wrapped in a secretion, hardened, and there are some traces of acid corrosion and some traces left after the death of some strains. In summary, this is a dung egg."
"Puff..." Nagris, who had just received it and was about to put his nose up to smell it, almost spit out a mouthful of blood and threw it away.
"Hey, why did you throw it away? It's already dry and not dirty." Although he said so, Duroken still covered his hands with cloth and picked it up carefully. Although it was not dirty in theory, he felt uncomfortable.
"Puh, phuh, phuh, why didn't you say it earlier, what kind of dung egg is it?" Nagris asked angrily.
"I don't know. It should be some powerful insect. Its excrement carries the pheromone of the main body. When the insect smells it, it will hide far away. Maybe it wants to use this to drive away the insects." Duroken said.
"Where is Hemel? Let Hemel smell it." Negris suggested.
Soon Hemel called back, and it arched its body from a distance, looking alert: "Yes, a big bug."
"Is it this?" Duroken showed the feces wrapped in cloth.
Hemel approached cautiously, circled around the feces, and then relaxed his vigilance: "It's it, a big bug, poop."
"Do you know what kind of bug it is?" Anthony asked.
Hemer shook his head: "I don't know."
Anthony turned to the witch: "You know...what's wrong with you? Why is your expression so dark?"
At this moment, the witch looked like she had stepped on poop, and said madly: "I've been carrying it with me for a long time, and you told me it's a dung ball!?"
"Well, it's not dirty anyway, it's okay, herders often use cow dung to cook rice, then do you know any huge insects?" Anthony asked.
"I don't know." The witch said depressedly.
"Ask your god."
"Maybe it's too far away, he can't hear my prayers and didn't respond."
"Hehe, tell him that he won't come to see us, then we'll go find him." Anthony said kindly.
The witch was stunned for a moment, what does it mean? Did the god not respond to her, not because the distance was too far, but because he was afraid of the people in front of him?
Having doubts, the witch added Anthony's words when she shouted. After two or three times, a helpless voice sounded in her heart: "Damn it, can't you just pretend you don't know me?"