The figure seemed to have been standing there from the beginning, almost blending into the dark background, without exuding the slightest breath of a living person.

If he hadn't turned his head accidentally, Pierre wouldn't even have noticed the other person's presence.

"Who!"

In fact, this roar was suspected of being a bluff, but Pierre's main purpose was to make Sophia be more vigilant.

"Oops, I was just wondering when you would find me...it seems like you are more powerful than you show."

There was a hint of laziness and leisure in the figure's voice, like a friendly greeting from an old friend. However, when used in this situation, there was something indescribably weird about it.

Pierre didn't reply, his whole body tensed up, and he watched the figure slowly approaching with a solemn expression.

What appeared in the field of vision was a man with a similar height and build to Pierre. He had an ordinary face that could be seen everywhere, the kind of face that would leave no impression at all if you passed him by on the street.

A dark green cape hung diagonally on his upper body, wrapping from his left ribs to his right shoulder. His lower body was a set of common shrinking knight pants, except that his right leg was torn off in half, turning it into long pants on the left leg and shorts on the right leg.

The unique shape, paired with the cape on the upper body, actually gives people a strange sense of coordination.

"Hmm...can you turn down the lights a little? I've been in this place for a long time, and I can't accept the brightness for a while."

The man covered his eyes with his hands and looked very relaxed. He grinned at Pierre and said, "There haven't been any living people here for a long time. It's boring to be with that stupid dragon all day long... You just happened to come in, so I'll accompany you."

Let me chat to relieve my boredom."

"If the chat you're talking about uses swords and magic to communicate, I'd be happy to oblige."

Pierre looked at the man's clothes and decorations. Although he still couldn't feel any aura, he could roughly conclude that the man was a magician.

Unless he also has a storage device similar to a space ring, at least Pierre didn't see any obvious weapons hanging outside.

Faced with this provocation, the man shrugged and said helplessly: "Oh my god... why do you shout and kill when you come up? Didn't you two come to this place just to find me? It doesn't matter whether you are a friend or an enemy.

, could you please figure out the situation first?"

Pierre frowned slightly, and then Sophia leaned into his ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Brother Pierre, is this person really the target we are looking for?"

Pierre shook his head slightly noncommittally. Although in this case, when seeing a living person, the first thing to consider is the identity of the other person. But for some reason, when he saw the man's appearance and the strange covering aura,

ability, Pierre instinctively felt that the other party was an enemy rather than a friend.

However, he felt that this kind of thing should not be fully believed after all. Pierre's eyes flickered and he asked in a deep voice: "If you want us to believe it, you must at least introduce yourself first?"

"Huh? When you say something like this, shouldn't you usually start with yourself?" the man asked with a smile.

"I've said it before, don't ask questions knowingly." Pierre narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone.

He didn't know how long the man had been "watching" beside him, but when he introduced himself to the impostor, the other party probably heard it.

The man smiled and said: "Oh my... I didn't expect that besides your skills, you also have a very good mind... Okay, I won't joke with you anymore, let me introduce myself, my name is Dimario, I am from the Maran Empire

The high priest...oh, I should say that he was in the past."

"You said you were imprisoned here, by whom? For what reason?" Pierre asked two more questions in succession.

The man who called himself Dimario scratched his head, and said angrily: "They are a bunch of bastards who want to become angels! I am a powerful figure in the empire, and I have performed a secret ceremony for His Majesty before.

As a result...it attracted those bastards."

"So you were arrested? And it lasted for so many years?" Pierre touched his chin playfully and chuckled: "Mr. High Priest, can you please tell me what the secret ritual is that can actually attract people?

The gods have mobilized their troops to ask you to come over, please?"

"I told you it's a secret..." Seeing that Pierre's expression gradually cooled down, DiMario closed his mouth in mid-sentence. After taking a few deep breaths, he said with some dejection: "Forget it, it's been so long.

It doesn't hurt to say it... The ritual I performed at that time was about the secret of obtaining 'eternal life'.

And this news was somehow known to those divine envoys. For some purpose that I didn’t know, they destroyed the ceremony, killed all the magicians who assisted me, and then captured me in this dark place...

This is not the worst thing. You know that as a servant of God, my favorite thing is to communicate with others, whether it is the confession of believers or the prayers of ordinary people... However, there is only a stupid dragon with a weak head here. For

For me, not being able to find anyone to talk to is really an unbearable torture.”

Pier's eyes moved slightly, most of the vigilance on his face was removed, and the corner of his mouth slowly curled into a smile: "So, you are indeed a victim? Then can you please tell me, what is the origin of that dragon just now?

"

"Are you talking about these...meat scraps?"

DiMario curled his lips and crushed the red meat scraps on the ground in disgust, "This is the dragon soul named 'Obero'. He seemed to be the leader of the dragon clan in life, so he mastered many dragon clan attributes.

Later, his soul was bound by those divine messengers, and he was caught here as a watchdog... Haha, it's a pity that he didn't even know that he was dead. He still calls himself the 'Dragon King', but his strength is real."

Having said this, DiMario looked up at Sophia, with interest in his eyes: "I can roughly feel your strength. As for this young lady here...

Is this a new type of magical vehicle? The magic just now really amazed me. I didn’t expect that this kind of inorganic iron lump could release that level of magic attack...

Can you take it off and let me study it? If you have mysophobia, don’t worry, I’ll just take a look outside and promise not to go in..."

"Uh... If you are interested, I can lend you one to study after Brother Pierre confirms it." The other party's mind was spinning so fast that Sophia was stunned for a moment before she caught up with the rhythm.

DiMario returned his gaze to Pierre: "So do you have any questions to ask? If you are not particularly anxious, we will have plenty of opportunities to chat when we get out of here..."

"No, we can leave now." Pierre interrupted with a wave of his hand.

DiMario showed a slightly surprised look, and then said excitedly: "You can leave now? Where to go?"

Pierre smiled and twisted his wrist, pointing upward.

"Of course... I'll take you back to your hometown."

Before he finished speaking, Pierre's figure had disappeared from the place.

Demario still stood there, like an unaware puppet, but there was a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Let's just use it as a reference for next time... Could you please tell me what I said wrongly that made you want to kill me?"

Demario just stretched out two fingers, pointed a little in the void, and the two sword auras that struck from the blind corners of his field of vision disappeared like phantoms.

"It's all lies from beginning to end."

Pierre's voice came from all directions, and it was impossible to identify the specific source.

However, Dimario stretched out his finger again and accurately captured the sword energy hidden in the darkness without leaking out at all.

"Really? I'd like to hear the details."

DiMario maintained a calm expression from beginning to end, as if taking these swords was a piece of cake.

"Being able to receive my sword energy so accurately shows that he has extremely excellent senses... Well, maybe it has something to do with the space environment here."

Pierre weighed the situation in his mind and quickly concluded that it was impossible to decide the winner in a short period of time, so he decisively emerged from the shadows, released the sword field, and cautiously retreated to Sophia's side.

Since the other party had no intention of rushing to take action, Pierre was naturally willing to take more time to recover. He wiped his nose very naturally, as if there was dust there, and at the same time quickly swallowed the secret medicine in his palm and replied:

"When you first introduced yourself and said you were the high priest of the Malan Empire, I already knew you were a fake...or that you are not the 'prisoner' locked up here at all."

"Oh? Is my accent wrong?" DiMario looked thoughtful.

"It's not a matter of accent," Pier shook his head in denial: "It's just that in the past three hundred years of Malan's history, there has never been a high priest named Demario."

The expression on the man's face froze for a moment, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "Hey... you are so sure, don't tell me that you really remember the names of all the high priests in Malan in the past three hundred years. The number must have exceeded five

Is it the number of digits?"

"As a general or a duke of a country, it is a compulsory course to know the history of other countries and important figures in different periods."

Pierre nodded noncommittally, and while checking his physical condition, he continued: "Of course, this does not serve as a basis for me to completely classify you as an enemy. After all, you may not have reported your real name just out of caution. If it were me,

Nor will he open up to people he meets for the first time."

"Hmm...so what went wrong next?" DiMario asked with an annoyed look on his face.

"I only asked two questions in total."

Pierre stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of him: "I asked what exactly that dragon was, but you answered that it was a transformed dragon soul."

"Any questions?"

DiMario frowned slightly, as if recalling the previous details: "Most of my answers are true. It is indeed the 'clone' of a giant dragon..."

"It should be a special ability that one of you has, right?"

Until these words, Dimario's lazy expression disappeared in an instant, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a light suddenly flashed in his pupils.

This small change did not escape Pierre's eyes and made him more confident in his guess.

"If I guess correctly, this fake dragon was made by you using some special ability to resemble a real dragon king. Although it has almost the same characteristics as the original owner, the fake is still just a fake. It lacks

It is a sacred aura that is unique to the Dragon Clan...and this aura cannot be imitated no matter what."

After a deliberate pause, Pierre wanted to observe Dimario's expression, but the other party showed no obvious signs this time, and just stared here with a gloomy face.

When things have reached this point, almost all the information that should be obtained has been obtained. Pierre smiled softly and continued: "And I have never heard of a dragon with such comprehensive attributes... not even a replica has such

The terrifying ability and the strength of the original owner should far exceed those of you divine messengers... Only he is worthy of such a 'luxurious' 'imprisonment package'."

After Pierre finished speaking, the entire space fell into a brief silence.

Sophia's brain had been unable to keep up since Pierre's sudden move. When Pierre began to explain, she only reacted belatedly——

It turns out that this person is also fake!

He is not the "prisoner" at all!
To be continued...