"Ahead is the main temple of Alga." Naples: "I can only accompany my husband here. The sound transmission and far-sighted permissions I have received do not include the main temple."
"But sir, please don't worry. As long as the adult is here, there will be no danger inside."
Angel raised his eyebrows: "That lord? Are you referring to Lord De?"
Naples: "That gentleman doesn't like people talking about it behind his back. You will know that when you go in."
Angel thought for a while and finally asked: "Did what you said to me outside come from the person inside the main temple, or from Lord De?"
Naples reacted for two seconds before coming back to his senses and realizing that Angel was asking, who is the one who likes to hear compliments?
Napoli coughed lightly: "Actually... there are all of them. However, there are more adults in them."
Napoli wanted to say something else, but the adult's suspicious voice could be heard in his ears, seeming to ask what he and Angel were discussing.
He quickly bowed his head and shut up.
Although Napoli stopped making any sound, Angel already roughly understood that judging from Napoli's attitude, the person inside and Algaron were probably not the same person.
But for Napoli to be so respectful, he must not be an ordinary character.
Angel pondered for a moment and slowly walked up the steps.
The moment he stepped onto the steps, the door of the temple in front slowly opened with a squeaking sound.
When we reached the end of the steps, the door of the temple was completely opened, revealing a seemingly endless empty space inside.
The towering dome is hidden in the darkness, with a faint flicker of light. Thick stone pillars stand on both sides, and the carvings on the pillars are all in the posture of mirror dragons. Above the cold flames of the altar in the distance, there seems to be a vague figure, in the star ink stone
Against the background of the wall, it looks peaceful and solemn.
Angel stepped on the gray-white stone slabs and walked into the temple step by step.
The echo of empty footsteps echoed in the temple.
When you look outside, you already feel that the temple is extremely vast. When you actually walk inside, you realize that it is comparable to the central square of a town.
However, although it is large, it does not have any decorations.
In the previous temples, there were display cabinets and statues, but there was really nothing here. There were only endless gray and white stone slabs, and the same thick stone pillars that looked like forest trees.
"You're finally here."
At this time, a sound came from the altar in front.
Angel looked up and saw that the person speaking was the blurry figure on the altar that he had seen outside the door before.
The altar was lit with blue cold flames, and the blurry figure was just above the cold flames. At first, its back was facing Angel, as if to create a certain atmosphere.
But when Angel looked at it, it finally turned around slowly.
Through the cold flames, Angel saw a dark eye with horizontal pupils and multiple pairs of jet-black wings.
Yes, with only one giant eye and wings, it looks like an angel from earth mythology.
The eyes of the horizontal pupil look like the eyes of a sheep or the eyes of a demon. With the many pairs of jet black wings, it really looks a bit like an abyss demon.
However, according to Angel's understanding, the Abyss Demon does not seem to have such an image.
Or is it indeed a demon, but comes from the abyss of other aspects?
"You are..." Angel looked at the other person, subconsciously alerting him. After all, the other person's image was really not amiable.
"Don't you recognize me, sir?" Hengtong Heimoku across from him seemed a little surprised.
It is worth mentioning that Angel discovered that it does not need a mouth to speak, but relies on the vibration of the air to make sounds.
Angel: "...Should I get to know you?"
Hengtong's black eyes were suffocated, and a few pairs of jet-black wings were lowered. They seemed a little... wilted?
Angel thought for a moment and then added: "I haven't been in the Sun Mirror Territory for a long time, so I don't know much about the situation here. Please forgive me for being rude."
Hengtong Kurome said silently: "In my script, I originally thought that you would be shocked when you saw me. Then I would explain my identity to you, saying that you are different from other human beings and I will not eat
you."
"But you don't even know me, so this script can only be scrapped."
Angel: "...??" Script? Cannibalism? Angel was confused and had no idea what the sheep's eyes were talking about.
Also, is it really appropriate to say this directly in front of guests?
Perhaps seeing Angel's surprise, Hengtonghemu let out a few weird laughs, and then said: "Mr. Angel, good afternoon."
The wings cover half of one eye, and it looks like he is saluting.
"According to the original script, I should say good morning to my husband. But my husband, with his selfless spirit, created an extremely beautiful illusion for my temple, which delayed my original good morning greeting."
"But the details of these times are not important, the script is still being performed."
"Please allow me to introduce myself. I, Benbo Barlow, the devil who never leaves the royal city, the black hand who instigates the Valley of Disunion, the cannibal gourmet, and the poetry writer who competes with Luigi!"
Angel:???He doesn’t comment on the first few names. What does the last one mean? He competes with Luigi in poetry. Is that any different from not being able to write poetry?
Ben Bo didn't seem to notice Angel's expression, and was still immersed in self-introduction: "However, compared to these unwarranted names, the name I prefer is... the playwright who wrote the script of fate, Ben Bo Longen.
"
After introducing himself, Bember paused for a moment, as if giving Angel time to react.
Angel was still confused at this time, but feeling the familiar "reaction time", he immediately understood and said in a familiar voice: "It's so annoying!"
Ben Bo let out a weird jeering laugh.
Ordinary people would probably have nightmares when they heard it, but Angel discovered through super perception that Benbo seemed very proud and satisfied with his praise.
"I can make the famous Mr. Angel sigh for me. This is probably a script that even that guy Aiya dared not write!" Ben Bo was extremely proud. The black wings that were drooped just now because Angel didn't recognize him, now
Then it was dragged up to the sky again.
Angel caught a name from his proud words: Eya? Austrian Secretary Dragon?
If the other party can call Secret Dragon by his first name, he is probably another big boss?
Angel: "So, should I call you Ben Barrow or Ben Brongen?"
Ben Bo said seriously: "Ben Bolongen is my pen name. You can buy my love drama in the bookstore at the end of the third branch of Withering Lane on the left side of No. 138 Biscuit Avenue in Buluowang City!"
Angel: ...It's so remote, but I can still remember it so clearly. Isn't this the only store that has your plays?
Although he was slandering in his heart, Angel still nodded solemnly to express his understanding.
"Although I prefer the identity of a playwright, to avoid misunderstanding, I would like to reiterate again that Ben Burrow is my real name."
Angel: "Okay, Mr. Bember."
As for whether his name is Ben Burrow or Ben Burungen, well, is there any difference?
"Excuse me for asking, Mr. Benbo thought I would know you before. Is it because Mr. Benbo is very famous in the White Mirror Region?"
Uncle Ben said matter-of-factly: "Of course. Didn't I introduce you just now? As a playwright, I have a great reputation in the Sun Mirror Realm!"
After a pause, Uncle Ben said in a slightly lower voice: "But what is more famous than my identity as a playwright is my reputation as a cannibal."
Cannibal? Angel recalled that when Benbo introduced himself before, he seemed to say that he was some kind of devil, a black hand, and a "cannibal gourmet".
"Yes, that's the name of the gourmet." Ben Bo said: "When my first play "The Long Afternoon" was released, I was asked to come up with a few gimmicks to attract readers."
"I actually didn't want to use gimmicks. I wanted to let the strength of the script speak for itself, but this was the rule of the publishing house there, and I couldn't break it. I just said a bunch of gimmicks."
For example, a devil or something - because it looks like a devil.
For example, Black Hand and so on. - Because it said that it had sanctioned some provocative Changhuo tribesmen.
"Eating people is also what I call a gimmick. But what I wanted to express at the time was that I hate humans. But people there directly used cannibalism as a gimmick, and even added the suffix 'foodie', saying that I have a
One hundred and eight ways to eat people.”
Just in time.
At that time, many parents saw this name and would educate their children: You must be obedient, or else beware of Uncle Ben coming to eat you.
The more parents he talks about, the more his reputation as a cannibal grows.
Since then, all other names have been buried in the dust. This misunderstood name has become more and more popular and has become a strange story that all parents educate their children.
Ben Bo got out of the circle in this way, and it became so popular that people throughout the White Mirror Region knew its name.
It was also because of this that when Benbo saw Angel, he was surprised that he didn't recognize him.
"In short, that's it. I don't eat humans." Bember looked at Angel intently: "I just hate humans."
Bember paused and looked at Angel: "Of course, Mr. Angel, please rest assured that I have learned your information from the body. You are the only exception. I will not hate you."
Ontology?Exception?
Angel always felt that Benbo's words sounded a bit familiar.
"Your true identity is... Lord De?" Angel hesitated and asked.
He still remembered that Algaron said similar words when he met him.
"You guessed it..." Ben Bo let out a strange and arrogant smile, and the black wings kept inciting him, sending sparks flying from the cold flame fan in the altar below him.
"Yes, my other identity is Algaron's current body!" Benbo smiled proudly and glanced at Angel intermittently, as if waiting for Angel's reaction.
Angel: "...so annoying!"
Uncle Ben was very satisfied and continued: "Currently, there are no more than ten people who know my identity. My husband is also one of them."
After Ben Bo finished speaking, he paused again.
Angel subconsciously wanted to "get tired of it", but felt that it was not appropriate to use it here: "Well, this is my honor."
Ben Bo laughed even louder.
After praising Ben Bo several times in a row, he finally got back to the point.
"Olha Steel is with me now."
"Originally, the main body planned to give it directly to Naples and let Napoli pass it to you. But I specifically asked the main body for it and planned to hand it to you personally."
"After all, this kind of plot is just like in an epic script, where the gods give the sword to the brave to drive away the devil. It is a chapter worthy of praise! It must be solemn, how can it be handed over to others."
"That's why it's like the beginning of an epic story when I hand it over in person!"
Angel: "..." He actually couldn't figure out how this was related to the beginning of the epic, so he could only keep smiling.
Speaking of which, are the awards going to start now?
Ben Bo did not respond to Angel, but changed the topic: "Of course, I want to come over and deliver it to you personally. In addition to the previous reason, there is another more important reason... I want to see you in person.
.”
Angel knew very well that this sentence was definitely not finished yet.
As expected, the next second Uncle Ben said: "I heard that you can customize the login device?"
Customize the login tool? Angel was worried before that he would make excessive demands, but if you just customize the login tool, then this is quite simple.
Angel said calmly: "If someone else came to me, I would definitely say that I don't have customized services here. But when Mr. Bember comes to me, it's different."
"Indeed, I have customized services here, so does Mr. Benbo plan to customize the login device?"
Angel's words obviously made Ben Bo feel very good, and he kept laughing strangely.
Angel could even feel with his super-perception that Benbo felt a sense of identification with him as a hero and cherished heroes.
"Yes, I want to customize a login that is just for me!"