blogombal Chapter 794 Return to Port Omos (3)
Chapter 794 Return to Port Omos (3)
(4000 has been added previously.)
"Is the Great Ci Tree King a traitor?"
(Player perspective dialogue options:)
What are they talking about?
(2. How do these words form a sentence?)
Ying murmured softly, a trace of confusion and shock appearing between her brows, as if she had heard the most absurd paradox in the world.
Paimon's eyes widened as well, his face filled with bewilderment and confusion. His hands unconsciously tugged at the hem of his skirt, as if he had been struck speechless by the sudden thunder.
The two of them were like being in a dream with a logical collapse - they had no idea how those seemingly ordinary words could be forcibly pieced together into such a deviant sentence.
Because in the long history they knew, the Great Compassionate Tree King was not a god in the ordinary sense, but an almost holy existence on the land of Xumi.
She protects all living beings with supreme compassion and wisdom. When forbidden knowledge is rampant and disasters are rampant, she resolutely sacrifices herself and seals the pollution deep in the world tree.
Her departure is not an escape, but a sacrifice; it is not an end, but a continuation.
Even when he retired, he did not forget to leave behind a loyal and reliable assistant, Caesar, for his successor, the young King of Auspicious Grass, to ensure that peace in the rainforest was maintained.
Such a kind mother who devoted her life to the country and benefited all people was actually labeled a "traitor"?
Ying and Paimeng thought that this statement was absurd and almost ridiculous, like the babbling of a child, or like an illusion floating in the wind and sand, and was not worth refuting at all.
[What a great question: “How do these words form a sentence?”]
【SpongeBob SquarePants looking through the dictionary.jpg】
These people just open their mouths and speak without hesitation.
[Currently known Xumi Demon Gods: Tree, Flower, Grass, and Red.]
The story in the new relic book clearly states that the Tree King, Flower God, and Red King are "close friends," so this is basically just these two people talking nonsense...
[A remake of Zhongli's legendary quest.]
[Classic series: The Salt Demon was killed by a surprise attack by Morax and Phemix.]
【Ling Yuan: I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.】
Although they already knew that the Red King's followers had an almost fanatical loyalty to their monarch, they had never expected that this loyalty would be so twisted—
They are willing to confuse right and wrong and discredit another god who has given everything for the world, just to maintain the only glory in their hearts.
Just as they were pondering this, the information they eavesdropped on became clear enough.
Ying and Paimon quietly stood up and prepared to leave.
Seeing this, Iya, who was standing by, also stood up shakily, but was pushed back to his seat by the two men tacitly working together.
"Just sit down and eat your dessert!" Paimon patted his head. "It's better to leave negotiations to experienced adults."
After all, Yiya can't even speak clearly now.
It is better not to let Him participate in negotiations like this.
After a moment, the two slowly walked towards the two members wearing red robes and wearing the Eye of Ahmar on their chests. The leading man was named Tariq, with an arrogant expression and a glare like a knife:
"Hmm? Who are you? What's going on?"
(Player perspective dialogue options:)
（1. I am a traveler.）
(2. I am a student at the Faculty of Education.)
(3. I am the returned Red King.)
"I'm a student at the Ordination House, and this is my assistant."
Ying spoke in a calm tone and with a composed expression. She introduced her identity naturally, as if she had practiced it a thousand times, and gave Paimon the title of "accompanying assistant".
"Students?" Tariq sneered, a hint of sarcasm on his lips. "Why are the students of the Order of the Holy Orders coming to Port Ormos instead of staying in the City of Name to study? Gathering intelligence? Or committing suicide?"
He made no secret of his dislike for the Court of the Decrees, as if it were not only an academic institution but also the culprit for betraying the Red King's will.
Ying, however, remained unmoved, her eyes flickering slightly as she said calmly, "I want to inquire about something."
Tariq was stunned for a moment, then a glint of greed flashed across his eyes, and he sneered:
"Heh... that's quite sensible. Do you have enough money?"
In his eyes, these pampered students from the academy were nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered. Little did he know that the "lambs" before him might actually be tigers lurking in the night.
(Player perspective dialogue options:)
(1. Pay 50 Mora.)
(2. Hand over 50 Mora.)
Ying's expression remained unchanged as she slowly extended her finger - a lone 50 Mora coin lay in her palm.
"Ah? What do you mean?" Tariq's face suddenly changed and he was furious.
Ying raised the corners of her lips slightly, with a sly smile flashing in her eyes: "Sorry, it was just a joke."
Before she finished her words, she flipped her wrist and a heavy bag of money fell heavily on the table with a crisp and pleasant clinking sound - a full five hundred thousand Mora.
Paimon, standing by, clutched his chest in pain, muttering to himself, "Oh... even though my heart is bleeding... I can only bear the pain and let go now..."
【v50】
【Unified answer, want to know if anyone did not choose the first one. 】
[Tsk, I thought I could provoke them into a story battle.]
[But I don’t have 50 Mora in my bag! ]
[If Mora doesn't reach 50, there won't be a forced suspension, right? ]
Tariq took the heavy purse, his fingertips trembling slightly. Then he calmly pulled a yellowed piece of paper from his sleeve, a secret sneer on his lips. "Here, this is the address of the 'merchant'. If you really want to exchange something, go and pick it out yourself."
Ying and Paimon stared at the light note without moving, their eyes like nails, fixed on Tariq's face.
Seeing that the two showed no sign of appreciation, Tariq's eyes flashed with anger. He suppressed his surging emotions and lowered his voice a few degrees: "What are you still standing there for? Take it and leave!"
"You..." Ying slowly raised her eyes, folded her arms across her chest, her eyes as cold as the deep water of a cold pond, revealing a biting coldness, "Are you kidding me?"
Her tone was calm, yet it carried a sense of oppression that could not be ignored: "I never wanted a merchant's address."
"What I want is the location of that 'thing' that the Ordinary lost."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tariq and his companions' faces suddenly changed, their pupils shrank slightly, and they exchanged looks of surprise and doubt with each other.
His throat rolled, and he tried his best to calm down and said calmly: "I... don't understand what you are saying!"
"Oh~?" Paimon immediately followed suit, crossing his arms, his face tense, and speaking in a pretentiously mature tone, "So, you're planning on taking our 500,000 Mora for nothing? Is that correct?"
Tariq's face flushed red with shame and anger after his lie was exposed. He slammed the table and stood up, shouting, "You are here to cause trouble on purpose!"
(Player perspective dialogue options:)
(1. To flip the table.)
(2. Flip the table!)
Her eyes flashed with a chill, and she said nothing more. With a flash of her hand, she violently overturned the entire dining table!
The wooden table overturned with a loud bang, cups and plates shattered everywhere, and before the two members of the Eye of Achmar could react, they were hit in the vitals by her fierce punches and kicks. They fell to the ground one after another, screaming in pain.
She bent down to pick up the scattered Mora bags, her movements quick and decisive, her eyes cold as ice.
At this moment, a steady and magnetic voice came from the door: "Wait..."
A man walked in slowly, his short silver-gray hair was neat and refreshing, shining under the dim light.
He was dressed in a well-tailored long gown, with an upright figure, steady steps, and an undeniable majesty in his every move.
【Ahhh! El Haisen!】
【The strongest man in the world appears just like that! 】
[This figure is so strong and powerful! ]
[Am I the only one who thinks this is a bit abrupt? ]
However, before he could finish his words, the battle was over.
Ying stood still, her breath steady, as if the thunderbolt had merely brushed off the dust. The two Gilded Brigade members collapsed to the ground, wailing, and the 50 Mora had returned safely to her hands.
The air was stagnant, with only the flickering candlelight illuminating the lingering sharpness in her eyes.
Watching this scene, Elhaisen opened his mouth slightly, but eventually swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He looked at Ying calmly, his tone calm but with a hint of approval:
"Actually, I wanted to warn you—you've been deceived by the lies of these two Gilded Brigades. But I never expected that your insight would far exceed my expectations."
He nodded slightly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "It seems that I have done too much. Goodbye."
Tariq struggled to stand up, his body trembling with pain as if it were burning on fire. He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Elhaisen, his voice hoarse and full of anger: "It's you again! You lunatic from the House of Lords! You two are in the same group!"
Elhaisen looked calm and nodded slowly. "Yes, it's me. I've said it before, if you insist on refusing to sit down and talk with me, then I don't mind doing something that makes you 'uncomfortable'."
He paused, his eyes as cold as the moon: "But please rest assured, these two ladies and I are indeed not in cahoots."
(I will make up for it later, but it’s too late today.)