Chapter 224: Chapter 158_1
Translator: 549690339
The Doupeng man was also dumbfounded, instinctively answering: “Yes, I’ve practiced, and even practiced the Church version and Adventurer’s version.”
Negris was speechless. This reeked of a readiness to surrender at any moment.
Lightning leaned in, “Recite the Church version, I don’t believe your words can hoodwink those stubborn minds of the Church of Light.”
The Doupeng man hesitated, seeing that Negris did not stop Lightning’s request, he stood up, quickly dropped to his knees and shouted, “May the Holy Light bless, I buy three redemption tickets!” all while holding up a magic crystal card high in his hands.
Negris, intrigued, picked it up and looked: “This is an anonymous magic crystal card from the Magician’s Guild, worth ten thousand magic crystals.”
“Yes, yes, yes, the most reputable Magician’s Guild. Same reputation as the Goblin Trade Guild, this is my respect for you, sir,” said the Doupeng man respectfully.
“But that’s not right. The church’s redemption ticket costs two thousand magic crystals each, you’ve got enough here to buy five tickets,” said Negris.
The Doupeng man couldn’t help but complain, “What you’re referring to is within the jurisdiction of the Church. In this remote borderland, the price has long gone up to four thousand each, three for ten thousand.”
“Tsk tsk, four thousand magic crystals, enough to redeem your heretical sins? How did the Church of Light become so gullible?” Negris was amazed.
“Well, it’s not like that, if that doesn’t work, I can also perform a drama where a heretic denounces his faith and turns to the Light. For example, cursing: Hermorthos is? beep .”
Rogge perfectly demonstrated what a real Black Warrior was. Everyone else would overlook him, but when he was needed, he was always there.
“I was actually convinced by you, and was ready to spare you. If only you offered your soul, but to think, you were deceiving us,” Negris sighed.
On the headless corpse, the Doupeng man sent out an urgent thought: “Offering, offering, I’m willing to offer my soul. Please spare me!”
No sooner had he finished speaking, Ange’s large-headed scythe struck down, hooking out his soul.
With skilled soul searching, Ange cocked his head and said, “They are planning to gnaw at the World Tree.”
Whether it was the pair from John’s village or the one they had just encountered on their arrival, Ange hadn’t found any useful information from their souls until this Doupeng man, finally yielding some key information.
“You’re saying, these Doupeng men are planning to cause chaos everywhere, and their ultimate target is the World Tree?” Negris asked.
“Yes,” Ange nodded.
“So, the Elves, with their mass gifting, lost a large amount of diseased branches, which allowed these pest controllers to discover that gnawing at the World Tree could greatly increase the lifespan of their bugs and even improve their teeth. They want to breed new bugs with a long lifespan, capable of gnawing through anything?”
Ange nodded: “They have infiltrated, human territories, intending to enter the Elf Forest.”
Negris shook his head helplessly: “Ah, Elves, you’ve got big trouble this time.”
These bugs aren’t individually very strong. If it was Ange and Little Zombie, standing there with their hardy exoskeletons, the bugs wouldn’t be able to chew through. However, if a single one of them made it into the Elf Forest, it’d spell huge trouble for the Elves.
“Let Lisa warn the Elves, and Anthony warn the humans. Everyone must be alert to this. If it break out in one place, controlling it elsewhere will be no use,” Negris said.