"I'm just guessing. First of all, the pointing is too precise and unique."
Faced with the witch's rhetorical question, which seemed like a comparison, he didn't hold back before paying, and quickly shared his previous thoughts.
"The moment I came here, I confirmed that you were the only one inside."
"Instead of believing that it is randomly grabbing powerful creatures for fuel, I prefer that you should be special to this masterpiece."
"Another reason to support this judgment is that although the law is a noble person, even I can find ways to avoid confrontation. You act as if you are too lacking in struggle, which is unreasonable."
"so smart!"
The witch undoubtedly listened very seriously, and her smile gradually grew stronger.
Of course, in addition to the last compliment, I didn’t forget to rub Fu Qian’s head.
"First of all, you guessed it right...then do you want to guess again why it is special?"
"When the barrier is broken, you don't even exist. In theory, you shouldn't have anything to do with it."
Regarding the witch's behavior of racing against time to take advantage, Fu Qian was not as knowledgeable as her and accepted the challenge with concentration.
"But you once mentioned a character who called me mother, and when you provided me with paint, you said that 'as a force of the same origin, there is no essential difference.'"
"So I'm wondering if this bloodline is what locks the law when it reappears many years later?"
"And considering that your 'mother' has long since died, you are naturally a target."
"But there will be a small contradiction in this case, because you said that the person was hunted and the blood was used to draw the world in the painting."
"This seems a bit inconsistent with His identity as the source of the power of law."
While expressing his thoughts smoothly, Fu Qian did not forget to adjust his vocal cords.
By the time he finished expressing his thoughts, the restoration of his voice was already quite good.
"Remember to be very serious."
As for his performance, the witch seemed quite satisfied.
So much so that despite the praise, he seemed to have resisted the urge to touch his head again.
"The original source of the hunting theory is actually the aboriginal people of the world in the painting, so the credibility is not that high."
"I am also inclined to speculate on the source of the power of the law."
A tentacle stretches gracefully, pointing towards the ever-withering whirlpool of law.
"It's strange that part of the core foundation that makes up it seems to be specially designed for me. It can be simply understood as restricting me from damaging it in any way."
"Except for this, after coming here, I really found the breath of my mother."
"I can understand how you felt at that time."
The guess was confirmed, and Fu Qian was surprised for a moment by the situation described by the witch.
It goes against common sense to clearly rely on the other party's strength, but yet make such unreasonable restrictions.
I always feel that there is some inhumane mystery behind it.
"So you choose to leave only one gift."
Of course the person I am referring to is the Dark Moon Ring.
"This is far from something you can fight against."
The witch sighed slightly.
"Even now, I don't know how you did it."
"It can be understood as the power of a blank mind."
I don’t intend to explain too much before paying.
"But looking at you like this, the part that doesn't bind you has just been destroyed by me, right?"
"Actually, it's not that good. You ruined more than just a little bit."
"It's obvious that you have grown a lot during this period..."
When the witch said this, she finally couldn't help but want to touch her head again, but unfortunately this time she was in vain.
The deformed head in her arms actually turned away. In this moment, her Templar had quietly regained some control over her body.
"It does grow very fast... By the way, I even picked up some things."
Shaking her head slightly regretfully, the witch's eyes soon lit up and a bunch of things were thrown in front of her.
Rattle, pistol, headcage...
Each piece undoubtedly looked familiar before I paid for it.
There's even more than one ring.
It's normal for drunk people to throw things away.
Considering what the witch just described, it must have taken a lot of effort to find these.
…
"You have quite an interesting collection."
When the property was returned to its original owner, the witch was in a good mood and even complimented it.
"You can take whatever you like."
Fu Qian's reaction to this was to intensify his efforts and directly started to work on rewards.
"real?"
The emotions of surprise and surprise seemed so natural that the witch started picking and choosing without any hesitation.
And even though he was still being held in his arms, he still showed a generous expression in front of him, and there was nothing unusual about his behavior.
"Is this ok?"
As worthy of being a pope, the witch easily overcame her difficulty in choosing and quickly pointed to a shiny object.
Embrace of Blasphemy, this guy really knows how to choose.
As for her choice, Fu Qian was a little surprised for a moment.
Although the shape is indeed more aesthetically pleasing, it is also a reward after entering the world of the painting for the first time.
As well as props to help make the Dark Moon appear and establish contact.
Is your gaze so precise?
"Can."
Even so, there was still no hesitation before paying.
"Thanks."
After hearing this and staring at him for a few seconds, the witch smiled and actually picked up the Embrace of Blasphemy.
However, she didn't put it away immediately. She actually put it on Fu Qian's body, and the bow body flashed with light.
This is……
When the light dissipated, Fu Qian realized that something was in his mind.
"This is all I want."
Then she put away her blasphemous embrace and said with a smile.
Of course, from now on, it is just a beautiful-looking bow.
The power originally attached to it, enough to blaspheme the sun, has been directly transferred to himself in a wonderful way.
…
"Will the collapse of this thing be transmitted to the real world?"
Although I sighed at the Pope's thoughtfulness, it did not hinder Fu Qian's spirit of seeking knowledge.
"Isn't it a little too late to remember to care about this now?"
After putting away the other things, the witch asked with a half-smile.
"No matter what the nature of those people is, whether they were deceived or not, before you came here, didn't you think that what you were going to do would probably cause the death of countless wills, and it would be a serious sin?"
"I have thought about it, but people who know me well know that the word "sinful" is no longer enough to describe me."
Faced with this torture of his soul, Fu Qian still managed to cope with it with ease, without the slightest hint of shame.
"Besides, I trust your judgment."
"oh?"
The witch seemed unsure of what he meant.
"You said this is a ruined apocalypse, so no matter how stable it seems, I believe that Laertin will only be fleeting."
"...It's really good. I don't seem to be able to stick to this all the time."
The witch's words made the witch silent for a while, but she soon spoke again and even made a suggestion.
