Duncan was really stunned for several seconds this time before he realized what Agou meant - it wasn't that he couldn't understand what the other person said, but that he needed to digest this shocking fact.
"Are you sure?" He picked up the small piece of gray-black meat with a slight blue tint from the small iron box, and squeezed it again, "This thing is part of the Holy Lord Netherworld?"
"You...you're still pinching me?!" Agou looked at Duncan's too "reassured and bold" move, and his voice changed. "Don't you feel the huge coercion and power it exudes?"
"No," Duncan shook his head, and then added, "And not only did I not feel it, Vanna and Morris also didn't react much - they only felt that this thing was somewhat dangerous or disturbing, but not you at all.
Such a big movement."
After listening to Duncan's words, Agou lowered his body unconsciously and lay beside the table in a fully alert posture. The blood-colored light in his eyes flashed brightly and dimly. After a long time, he muttered:
Voice: "It seems to have indeed lost its vitality...or it may have been suppressed by you, but I can't tell clearly. I am the Netherworld Demon, and I have an inseparable connection with the Netherworld Holy Lord. In my eyes...there are only endless shadows and
pressure."
"Maybe it does have something to do with your physique," Duncan said. He had already closed the lid of the tobacco box and stuffed it into his pocket. He noticed that with his actions, Agou's
The state was obviously much more relaxed, "I'll put it up first, you may feel better."
"Thank you... thank you Captain," Agou finally became less trembling. He stood up unsteadily, but still looked at Duncan's pocket in shock, "You just said... this flesh and blood was brought from the deepest part of the Obsidian."
from?"
"Yes, and from the mouth of a mortal," Duncan sighed softly, telling what happened after Agou and Shirley were sent back to the Lost Home, "...just when Crystal...
We found this blood and flesh sample in Barbary's mouth."
After hearing the complete story, Agou's shock was palpable.
It raised its head, looked at Shirley, and then remained silent for half a minute. After an unknown amount of time, Shirley smacked her lips and broke the silence: "You mean...that person named Ke
The captain of Risto... bit off a piece of meat from a god before he died... By the way, is the Holy Lord Netherworld considered a god?"
"For mortals, there is no difference. 'Like a god' is an extremely broad concept," Agou said solemnly, shaking his head slowly, "I... still can't believe it, I can't imagine how he did it at all -
—A mortal simply doesn’t have the strength to move a finger in front of Holy Lord Netherworld, let alone fight or fight back... What’s more, how did he meet Holy Lord Netherworld?”
"The Obsidian has ever entered the Deep Sea?" Duncan frowned immediately, "After it sank in the Frost Sea, it did not continue to sink in the real dimension, but was teleported away? Or...under the Frost Deep Sea,
In fact, it leads to the realm of deep demons?”
"I think it's impossible," Agou immediately shook his head, "I've never heard of any place in the deep sea that is directly connected to the real dimension. And if there is really a leak point between the two places, six years of
Time, the Frost City State should have been torn apart by the demons that emerged long ago - the Obsidian sank six years ago."
Duncan pondered for a moment.
But now he has too little information. No matter how much he thinks about it, it is difficult to find a reasonable explanation.
Only one thing is certain: the piece of "flesh and blood" brought out from the Obsidian is a very dangerous thing. It seems that it is best not to take it out casually.
Of course, he also considered whether to burn the piece of meat directly or stuff it into the main gun of the Lost Home and shoot it out. Based on the feedback he felt after coming into contact with the piece of meat, Duncan believed that this thing should also be used as an "extraordinary thing."
The "firewood" was burned by the spiritual fire, but after a short weighing, he decided to keep it for now.
What if it comes in handy in the future?
While thinking, Duncan's attention fell on Agou again.
The deep hound calmed down for a while, and consciously did not pay attention to the location of the "blood and flesh of the Holy Lord". Now it seems to be in much better condition.
"Are other deep demons like you?"
"Ah?" Agou didn't react for a moment, "You mean..."
"The deep demons all come from the 'Holy Lord'. You once told me that the habitat of the more powerful deep demons like you is even next to the 'Holy Lord'." Duncan looked at Agou's bloody eyes, "But you
This is the reaction after getting close to the aura of the Holy Lord Netherworld - Then how do you usually live next to the Holy Lord? Are you shivering like this every day?"
Agou was obviously stunned, probably because he didn't expect that the captain's imagination could be so advanced and concrete, but after a moment of silence, he still shook his head and said calmly: "Normal deep demons... there will be no such thing as me.
reaction."
"Um?"
"Reason is the prerequisite for madness," Agou sighed. "Only those with wisdom can understand fear, and only those with humanity can distinguish beastiality - I deviated from the normal 'trajectory' of the Netherworld Demon, and therefore lost the qualification to approach the Netherworld Holy Lord.
.”
Shirley on the side blinked and suddenly reacted: "Agou, did you just say something very philosophical?!"
"Sanity is the prerequisite for madness..." Duncan ignored Shirley's babble and just whispered thoughtfully, "So, now you can neither return to your 'hometown', but you are still in contact with the Holy Lord Yousu."
, you can no longer get close to the Holy Lord’s aura, but you are extremely sensitive to this aura?”
Agou held his head and sighed: "...that's almost it."
"Then you are miserable enough."
Agou's voice seemed like he was about to cry: "Under normal circumstances, no one would suddenly take a piece of Holy Lord's flesh and blood and pinch it in front of me... This is a safe and stable reality dimension!"
"This is my fault," Duncan apologized sincerely, "I didn't think of it before."
"No, no, no, please don't apologize to me!" Agou was a little frightened, and got under the table a few times, "You apologize so casually, maybe I will be entangled in the subspace again..."
"...Okay," Duncan paused for a moment, with a weird smile on his face. Then he shook his head and turned to leave, "Then I won't interrupt you now. You can continue reading."
Shirley quickly stood up to see her off, but Duncan suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.
"You should also learn from Agou. Now he can even read elementary school enlightenment stories. Even if you spell your name five times, you can still get it wrong three times. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
Shirley said confidently: "Agou is a demon who pursues knowledge. It is normal for him to have strong learning ability! How can I compare with him?"
"First of all, that's not how the words 'chasing knowledge' are used. Secondly, even if Agou is a demon who chases knowledge - don't wander around knowledge all day long," Duncan said in a helpless tone, "I'll have to make arrangements for you in two days.
It's an exam, and I want to see how much you have learned."
After saying these words, he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him.
After waiting at the door for a few seconds, Shirley's screams and curses rang out as expected.
A happy smile appeared on Duncan's face.
He stepped forward and walked towards the captain's cabin.
…
The night is getting darker.
In the home port of the Sea Fog Fleet, which was blocked by fog, ice floes and strange turbulence, Tirian was walking slowly on the path at the edge of the port area.
The cold night wind came from the direction of the sea, and the sound of breaking waves crashing on the coast was undulating. The cold and dim light of the Creation of the World permeated the entire island, and in the distant air, the hustle and bustle of the port square could still be vaguely heard.
Boiling movement.
The sailors were having a party, using wine, tobacco and noisy musical instruments to disperse the void where the dead stayed in the world, and consuming their cold and endless energy with noisy all night long - but for Tirian, this kind of party was still too noisy.
This is not conducive to his calm thinking.
Another footsteps followed behind him.
That was his loyal first mate Aiden - he still smelled like bacon, with hints of cinnamon and cloves.
This smell made Tirian sigh: The Plander people have many tricks in the field of tobacco.
"You can go to the party in the square," Tirian said suddenly, "there is no need to accompany me for a walk in this deserted place."
"I'm looking forward to joining later in the night," Aiden said. "They've brought in a dozen bardica dancers from Cold Harbor - they're quite energetic."
"..."
"captain?"
"It's such a cold day, and you're dancing on a pirate island occupied by the living dead, and it's late at night - honestly, what kind of damn price did you offer?"
"Actually, it's not much," Aiden touched his shiny head and said with a smile, "The Sea Crow just happened to rescue the Scimitar Martin's ship when it went out for business last week. You know
Yes, Martin controls a quarter of the theaters and dance companies in Coldharbour..."
Tirian: "..."
The commander-in-chief of the Sea Mist Fleet remained silent for a few seconds in the night wind. He reached out and pinched his eyebrows. After a few seconds, his expression returned to calm.
"Let's talk about the situation on Dagger Island."