"It's just a conflict with some three-eyed tribes." Catherine glanced at her, put on a gesture that had nothing to do with her, and said leisurely: "As for the conflict with the entire tribe of the Three-eyed tribe, you have always been saying it. I didn't say that, I just didn't deny it."

"It's true." Xila recalled what had happened just now, and shook her head with a wry smile: "I didn't realize that you really didn't say that, you were just asking back. We were just being smart."

"Ha, in fact, there is nothing wrong with the entire tribe of the Three-Eyed Tribe." Catherine's eyes turned to Eva, messing up the girl's long, soft hair that had just been combed neatly, and said with a little pity: "Eva is a special one."

"Click click"

"In other words, are there only four living Three-eyed tribes left? No, those three are dead, so is she the only one left?" Sila translator Saen said: "When did Sigren die? Since Mill also knows Sigren, it means she survived the final battle where even Loki fell. When did she die? Did the goblins die together when the goblins encountered a great disaster?"

Catherine was silent and did not directly answer Sarne's question. The Knight girl didn't know whether to tell the dead the truth, or she didn't know whether she would affect some of the possible plans that Panis might have. Although she was not sure about the specific content of Panis's plan, Catherine knew that Panis would never intentionally stimulate a partner who could understand Eva's identity because she was angry for a moment. She had always been considerate and did not mention this matter. He would do this, and he must have his own purpose. However, after hesitating for a while, seeing that Panis did not stop her, the girl made up her mind, showed a bright smile, and asked back: "No one has ever said that Sieghen was dead, Mr. Sarne. Look, even Mr. Mill was just saying that Sieghen came out to see him, maybe Sieghen was not dead."

"Click click click click."

"Saran said, judging by the tone you spoke, you even met Sieghen, which means that Sieghen has lived to at least the Quaternary, and judging from your age, well, how old should they be?" Sieghen translated his words in Saran's tone and expression, completely ignoring Catherine's answer to whether Sieghen was dead. Even his words to ask other undead were translated. After getting answers from others, he continued to translate: "Well, that is, she lived to be at least ten years ago, that's right. I've heard other tribes talk about the final battle, so I really want to know how she escaped the final battle when she was betrayed by the gods and supported it to the present."

"Like the question just now, this story is a bit long, I'll tell you later." Panis shook his head seriously and whispered: "And I also want to discuss some things with you separately, which is very important."

"Single?" Xila translated: "I had already seen it when I was chatting just now. Your three-eyed clan's writing level is pretty good in the next few centuries, but if you want to talk about it, you probably can't talk about too complicated issues."

"Bring your own translation." Pannis waved to the little banshee: "Anne, come here."

While looking at so many people from the same race and different races gathered together, the little guy who was extremely fulfilled and happy in his heart floated over happily and pounced on Pannis' face, happily tugging his hair on like a swing, his little face filled with a bright smile, and he shouted happily: "It's so fun, Brother Pannis, Annie has so many people, and he can talk to Annie, it's so happy."

"Brother Panis is not fun at all." Panis grinned with his hair, and pulled the little guy who was obviously overexcited with expressionless expression, patted him on his butt a few times to show punishment, and hugged Annie, who didn't care about being beaten at all, and even smiled happier, and said to Saen: "She will translate for us."

"But you have to be alone." Anne took the initiative to translate his words for Saen: "Is it okay?"

"It's okay for this little guy." Panis was silent for a few seconds, shook his head, "She is very sensible, and even Catherine doesn't know how to say it."

"Yes, Annie is very sensible." The little banshee showed a little childlike cunning in her beautiful eyes, and she said loudly with a smile: "Just like the last time Brother Panis secretly fed me and Xiaolu, I never ummy..."

"KaKaKa", Saen grew up and knew he was laughing without translating it. As the businessman Kenser said before, in this world, except for the very few weakest goblins and young children, there are almost no children. After all, the main sources of the undead here are mostly soldiers who died in battle when they use this as the main battlefield in the First and Third Ages. In proportion, it is not easy to find a few children in millions of revived undeads. The love for young creatures is inevitable, no matter which race, it is like the deer who is already crazy, mingling with them.

Inside a pile of skeletons, holding four skulls, including their own skulls, were performing the ball that was only practiced not long ago. The four skulls kept flying up and down in the air, making clicking sounds from time to time, making the scene a bit ridiculous in the horror. Therefore, facing innocent, cute and sensible children, even the hardest heart will become soft. Even like Saen, who was one of the top strongest people who looked down on all living beings during his lifetime was no exception. Seeing Annie playing with her squirming and sensible, she couldn't help laughing, and even reached out to touch the little guy's head.

Crouched in Panis's arms, the little guy was fearless at this time. He was not afraid of touching his head with an unfamiliar person. Instead, he giggled and responded with a grimace, and buried his face in Panis's chest.

"It's up to her to translate, no problem." Panis pinched the little banshee's face and said affirmatively: "It can be kept confidential."

"It seems that it's very important." Since the little guy who was being pinched was laughing so hard that he couldn't stop, Xila had to temporarily take over the responsibility of the translator: "Okay, let's talk about it alone, but Xila can't listen?"

"It's better not." Panis hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "After the talk, you can judge whether she is suitable for understanding according to the situation."

"Okay." Saen clicked: "But, wait a little while. Everyone has just arrived to welcome you, and it is not appropriate to leave them like this."

"Well, yes, just leave time." Panis pointed to the group of leaders who had just arrived and said, "But I don't see the current atmosphere, it's suitable for any welcome party."
Chapter completed!