Chapter 215: The Trickster

Dalia settled several people in a guest room called the Ice Rat Hotel, but she hurriedly left after paying for the accommodation, leaving John, Francis and Inlucian in the same room.

Francis leaned against the wall, while Lucian sat at the table playing cards alone. John closed the door. The soundproofing here was very good. After closing the door, the sound of breathing could be heard quietly between the three of them.

John looked at Francis who said nothing. If it is Mariana, as the link between the two parties, Mariana will definitely firmly grasp the dominance of the discourse and control the atmosphere. But Francis didn't. His eyes were fixed on the deer bone decoration on the wall, and his focused gaze seemed to last for hours.

John walked across from Inlucian's table, pulled out a chair and sat down.

The warlock's fingers tapped on the table, interrupting the sound of the cards beating continuously.

"Won't you share it with your partners? The generous rewards entrusted by the Snow family." John pointed out the entrustment relationship between Lucian and Dalia Snow. Francis and John were not aware of their entrustment. content. But just now, it was obvious that they were used by Lucian and became part of the commission.

With a smile on his face, the illusionist put the cards down and spread his hands.

"It's free of charge. Occasionally I have times when I'm very kind, especially to young people."

"Oh? Then how do you survive? The temple's financial support?"

The warlock simply didn't believe Lucian's lies, and Francis's ambiguous answers gave John some guesses about his identity. A mysterious illusionist and a priest, these characteristics are very distinctive and just touch the scope of John's knowledge.

"You are a believer of Ms. Misty Shadow Lila. I understand you liars. You are tricksters who play with illusions and are good at deceiving and confusing the public. No hypocritical modifier can be placed on you."

"Laila's followers will use various deceptive and deceptive means to achieve their goals. Your most obvious behavior is to hide your head and act as a mysterious person..."

Because Lucien looked calm, he raised his finger and added with a smile.

"And fooling people who think they're smart."

John's face immediately darkened, and he knew exactly who Lucian's words were referring to.

"Hey! Don't be nervous, I'm just continuing your topic."

Lucien raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. The illusionist's perception was very keen, and he sensed something about to move under the table.

"Your name is John, right? John, I completely agree with you about Lady Mist's followers. You are right, there is indeed a phantom believer here, but it's not me."

"It's not you, is it me?" John didn't believe his lies at all.

Lucien put his elbows on the table and his fake smile meant something.

"Except you and me."

John raised his eyebrows, quickly realizing who he was prompting. Francis, he meant Francis? !

John dismissed his hypothesis without hesitation.

"Francis never lies."

"Yes, but not telling lies doesn't mean being honest. He doesn't talk much, does he?"

Lucien pressed his five fingers on his chest, raised his head and neck, and said proudly: "Religious researchers like me tend to understand more thoroughly. I have studied the teachings of Ms. Wuying's followers more deeply and not superficially. On the surface. Lies are not the only way to distort the truth. Laila's teachings are meaningless. The process of being deceived and fooled is what they have experienced personally. "

"Life does not require the truth, and false happiness is also happiness. Therefore, the real characteristic of followers of the Goddess of Illusion is not to lie, but to use various means to help people stay away from the truth."

"Francis has a special pair of eyes. He understands the ending and is closer to the truth before any of us. He is a prophet, but does he reveal all the results? No! He is like an irrelevant person who stays out of the matter. "

"Yes, he doesn't lie. But he tells less truth than any liar."

"He was a born believer in the Phantom, and he withheld many answers."

"Do you really know him? Which true god does he believe in? At least it's definitely not Rose, the Spider Queen of the Dark Elves."

Because Lucian's words made John confused, he tried to find an illogical explanation for every word, but John found nothing. Francis did have few words to say, and Francis did hold many answers.

Perhaps the Dark Elf is really a follower of Lyla.

As soon as this thought came to John's mind, he immediately realized that he had been fooled by Lucian again.

The illusionist took advantage of the mystery of the dark elves and used the unknown that John did not understand to leverage his inner trust.

"You fool me?!"

Lucian laughed at John's expression.

"That's right, and I didn't tell a lie. Think about it carefully, how you discovered my flaw, I guess it has nothing to do with logic, it is your own inability to accept the concept that Francis is not trustworthy. Your blind trust defeated me in telling The truth is that your self-deception trumps my truth.”

After succeeding, Lucian immediately fled to Francis.

The dark elf looked at the warlock whose face turned red and then spoke.

"Because Lucian is indeed a believer of Ms. Mist Shadow, the ideas he said about me are his personal thoughts. An explanation similar to Laila's teachings is the reason why we became friends."

"He is an illusionist, but he has never hurt anyone with his lies."

"There is really not much difference between a prophet and a liar."

"Don't let Lucien control your language rhythm, John. You are too confident in your persuasion skills. When dealing with people like Lucien, force is always more effective than language."

Francis's answer made John calm down quickly. He lowered his head to think. Lucien's appearance was like seeing an annoying fly flying around in front of him, and this fly taught him a lesson.

Don't be smart, someone is smarter than you.

"Can I beat him?" John expressed his wish.

"He is proficient in illusions." Francis said.

Lucien hooked Francis' shoulder and punched the dark elf's arm.

"Francis and I are good friends. I always think that having a pair of eyes that see through the truth is something worthy of sympathy. Knowing the answer in advance, life loses its surprise and novelty. One day, I will deceive this guy once."

Dalia Snow did not let the three wait too long. After lunch, the noble lady knocked on the door.

He also brought something special.

It was a red crystal with irregular edges, the size of a palm, and translucent.

"This is what my brother left in the room after he disappeared. We know very little about it, and the name "Red Ice" was just something I gave it at random."

Dalia looked at Inlucien expectantly, hoping that the adventurer could provide more information.

"Yes, Red Ice, a very appropriate name." It was Francis who spoke.

"It comes from the Underdark."