Chapter 3160 Pretender

To my surprise, the Eleventh Apostle Saint Michael did not become angry. On the contrary, he looked at me very calmly and said in a deep voice: "Pretenders are the source of chaos in the world."

My brows furrowed and I asked in confusion: "But what does this have to do with me?"

"You are also a part of the world and cannot be avoided."

Michelle's voice seemed a little ethereal, as if he was speaking from his soul, but judging from the changes in his mouth shape, it was not.

Then, there is only one possibility. His voice is mixed with other powers, such as the power of awakening.

Although the voice mixed with power is easy to convince, I still don’t believe Michelle, mainly because he said that I am also a part of the world, but I am not from the demon world. Based on this alone, I can say that he is a liar.

Just when I was slandering Michelle in my mind, he spoke again: "You don't believe me, you think I'm deceiving you, you think if you're not from the demon world, you don't belong to the world I talk about?"

After hearing the last sentence, I was horrified: He actually saw through my thoughts? !

This is a bit scary.

Michelle continued: "Although you are not from the demon world, your planet still belongs to this universe. Since you are still in the universe, you cannot escape from this world. Therefore, you are also a part of this world and cannot avoid it. .”

"But what does the pretender have to do with me?" I asked again: "Even if it is the source of trouble in this world, it should be eliminated by a strong person like you who has the ability to distinguish."

"This is true." Michelle did not refute, but said bluntly: "But this is not a task directly belonging to us. It is a responsibility that all humans need to bear. Once the pretenders rule humans, even our power will not be able to do so." Not enough to fight.”

My head was pounding when I heard this, and my eyes twitched as I said, "So, you are here to get me to join the gang?"

Michelle shook her head: "I'm just trying to give you some honest advice. I hope you know it well, be careful, and don't believe the lies of pretenders."

After saying that, his figure flickered and disappeared from the light.

From the time he appeared to the time he left, Michelle's behavior, words and deeds were always mysterious and mysterious, which made me feel like I was in a cloud and confused.

However, the ‘pretender’ he mentioned still made me feel very concerned.

The apostles were not stupid.

This is my experience summarized through a period of contact.

And this experience does not require certification at all, because their identity has proven everything.

Apostles are the supreme rulers of the demon world, and they rule over their own territory.

If such a guy is stupid, how can he convince other apostles?

I believe that no apostle is willing to work with an idiot, because doing so would make the apostle equal to an idiot.

Since he is not a fool, then what he says, at least on such a serious occasion, must not be appalling nonsense.

In other words, there are indeed ‘pretenders’ in the demon world.

Michelle said that pretenders are the source of the chaotic world, and the universe belongs to this world. In other words, pretenders not only exist in the demon world, but can also exist in Zephyr Continent or even any living planet.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be surprised and confused: If this is really what I thought, then what kind of existence are the pretenders?

"The pretenders are just a group of clowns," Casillas suddenly said: "As long as you can hone your sword skills at all times until you reach the peak, no matter the pretenders or more powerful enemies, you will be vulnerable. "

"I understand this." I nodded: "Indeed, as long as you are strong enough, there will no longer be a threat to my existence. But what exactly is the pretender?"

"The Pretender. This is a long-standing topic. You can ask the bard."

"The bard also knows the Pretender?" I asked, thinking that Casillas simply didn't want to explain to me what a Pretender was.

"They know a lot."

After walking with Casillas for a while, he got off the motorcycle and walked on foot.

According to his words: "Motorcycles are not conducive to the swordsman's self-discipline."

Casillas is truly a master swordsman. Not only is he powerful, but he also constantly pushes himself with every move he makes in his life.

But I don’t like this ascetic-like exercise method. I prefer regular exercise. This kind of exercise will make me relaxed and happy.

As for motorcycles, I think they are still necessary. This kind of transportation tool can not only save physical strength, but also not delay the journey. There are not too many advantages.

If Master Dewey hadn't explicitly prohibited me from bringing back these advanced lifestyle technology products from the Demon Realm, I would have loved to have brought back a copy of every high-tech product.

We arrived at the next town at noon the next day.

Park the car first, then find a place to eat, then book a hotel room, and finally ask the boss where there are troubadours.

The boss was very enthusiastic and specially drew a route map for me. The destination was an ordinary family.

After knocking on the door twice, the person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a thick beard.

He asked me who I was looking for, and I directly confessed my purpose. Seeing that I was honest and that I was not carrying a weapon, the middle-aged man turned aside and let me in.

This is a simple but beautifully decorated house. Unlike the old-looking exterior, the overall environment inside the house appears clean and warm.

After scanning the house roughly, I asked the middle-aged man in a deep voice: "Are you a troubadour?"

"Yes," the middle-aged man said, "We are a family of troubadours."

"That's great," I said, "To tell you the truth, it was Casillas who introduced me and asked me to come to the troubadour for information."

"Who is that?" the troubadour stopped and asked in confusion.

"Fourth Apostle, don't you know?"

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he was stunned for a long time before he murmured: "It turns out he is the special envoy of the Apostle."

"Special envoy?" I was startled when I heard this, but then I didn't refute, but smiled and nodded, acquiescing to his pretense.

Although this is a false identity, sometimes it is easier to act with a false identity than with the real identity.

The middle-aged man did not dare to neglect, so he hurriedly asked his wife to make tea, and called his children to wait on him.

I was overwhelmed by his warm reception. After being busy for more than ten minutes, I finally took some time and said, "No need to go to such trouble. I'm just here to ask you some questions."

The middle-aged man nodded and said to his wife and children, "Step back."

When he and I were the only two people left in the room, I said, "Do you know what a pretender is?"

"pretender?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked stern and said subconsciously, "What does the special envoy mean by asking this?"