Everyone seems happy with the current situation.
Alexander the Hanged is pleased with the visitor's sudden mention of the Waigamon, and Naruf is pleased with the appearance of the Alexander the Hanged. Karabi Shan is pleased that his attempt was successful.
"What do you do?" So the twig stretched out asked Naruf.
Naruf pouted. "Sapling, I'm so disappointed. You don't remember the most handsome and charming Captain Naruf."
There was a moment of silence on the twig where Alexander hung himself.
"Oh? It's you... the arrogant and unfortunate person."
It quickly recognized Naruf, and its voice became distorted—mostly with schadenfreude. "You have a long life...your soul has never been reset...you are lucky! How did it become like this?"
"Good question, I'm super happy to talk about myself! But not now."
Naluf shook the arm around the dean lively, but the dean remained motionless. "Now we want to know about 'Shepherd'."
"You want to know about the Shepherd?"
The small branch trembled for a while,&bsp&bspand a strange smile appeared as if it were rubbing against a wooden stick.
"you--"
It prolonged the sound, "——Want to know about the shepherd? Can your brain hold such a thing? Who asked you to ask? Naruf, Naruf, you are so eager to give it again Others are scapegoats. Don’t you learn a lesson at all?”
The twig suddenly lengthened, turned from the air, and turned into a face with dark red leaves, approaching it.
"Oh, yes, yes. Yes, yes."
The dark red leaves almost stuck to Naruf's face, and the two eye-like scars stared at her, asking and answering questions quickly. "Not really. You'd better know what I mean."
"Hey?" Naruf squinted his eyes, stretched out a hand like lightning, and grabbed the leaf. "I don't know how you understand. But if you continue to slander my good guys..."
"What? You want to burn me up with a fire? Naruf, times have changed. Chaos Hell has changed a long time ago." The leaves slipped away from the captain's hands softly. The branches returned to their original fragile appearance.
"There are always things that remain unchanged, such as you, a little sapling." Naruf waved his hand disdainfully.
"Wrong. You bastard. You are so wrong. I have become the most."
The rustling voice stirred and became angry. "I am not who I used to be. Now I correctly realize that you and I are not the same thing. You and I just happen to be in the same plane.
I don't need you at all, I don't have to play with you. I can completely turn a blind eye to you——"
It waved the leaf vigorously.
"Just like I turned a blind eye to the Blazing Sun Plague, and stood by as a bystander to the Pale Wash that led to the destruction of the Thirty-six Kingdoms of the Abyss. Also, I don't have to explain it to you at all now."
"What is the Blazing Sun Plague...and what is the White Wash for?"
"Heh..." Rusty's voice was about to retort.
"Thank you for your explanation." Rabbi Dan bravely interrupted the Hell Tree. "Can we get back to the original topic?"
Alexander the Hanged Man was too cooperative. It was beyond his expectation.
The truth is exactly the opposite of what it says - it is busy explaining, and explaining very well.
The few fringe topics mentioned just now are undoubtedly meaningful, and Holy Angel should be happy to know about those-every unintentional words of the Hell Tree who have not missed any major events in Chaos Hell may be meaningful.
But the most important thing is certainly what the Holy Angel commanded.
Hobbies and responsibilities are different. I should understand this better than any demon. Shan Karabi thought.
"good."
Naruf glanced at Rabbi Shan, moved his hair lazily, and said simply
"Okay, Alexander Hanged Ghost, I admit that I am impressed by you, you deserve my serious treatment.
Let's not talk nonsense,&bsp&bspLet us bury the hatchet! Let's stop poking here. I invite you to my beloved Suffocation Night to chat about the Shepherd. "
The Hanged Man of Alexandria laughed horribly at the captain's invitation.
Just when Shanlakabi thought it would stop paying attention to them, or use some unimaginable ability to swallow them whole——
The small branches trembled gracefully and underwent a strange deformation, forming a wooden opening about one meter thick and shaped like a swallow's nest on the cliff.
"I won't give you a chance to be proud, damn captain. I am the master of this place." The rustling voice said through gritted teeth.
As it finished speaking, two thick tree roots arched behind Naluf and Shankarabi, who had not been able to react, pushing them into the opening.
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo——
puff.
The captain and the dean descended down a long passage into the soft, wet ground.
The ubiquitous white crying face flower clusters emerged from the surrounding darkness and embraced them into a hall made of tree roots.
The dim fluorescent light showed several small tree stumps surrounding a large tree stump, like a set of smooth tables and chairs. There were several skulls on the table, containing an unknown dark brown liquid.
"Hey, little sapling, why are we here? So formal."
Naruf patted his butt and found a tree stump to sit down. “So much can be said about the shepherds?”
"Oh. Yes. I know everything, but my patience is limited." A rustling voice sounded from above the head. "Before our worthless friendship is quickly exhausted, you'd better consider whether to continue wasting my time."
"Do you enjoy saying bad words to every guest?" Rabbi Shan walked up behind Naruf.
"Yes." Alexander the Hanged Man replied.
"Okay. Haha."
Naruf was amused and clapped his hands, "You're so tempered!"
In the darkness,&bsp&bspDan Karabi felt a smooth-skinned hand pat the back of his hand reassuringly.
White flowers with mournful faces were flying from all directions.
It gathered into a complex three-dimensional pattern in the air - both Naruf and Shankarabi were familiar with this. It was the ten-headed snake sculpture in the hall of the Devil's Floating Island Tower.
The tree of hell begins to rustle
"Among the ten major planes of the universe,&bsp&bsp there is an all-dimensional god named Shepherd..."
"Oh. Little sapling, you can't talk nonsense!" Naruf interrupted.
"You have no more tea." A vine whip flew from the air angrily, knocking the skull in front of Naluf's table far away.
Naruf flapped his wings forward, blowing away the excess splashed liquid, and laughed.
"Hello."
She bumped Karabi with her elbow, not caring at all whether Alexander's scapegoat heard her, "You are so quiet! Didn't you hear what he said?"
"I think it would be better if we heard it all told," Rabbi Shan replied.
Naruf nodded in agreement and turned back. "Sorry! Little sapling. Just go ahead and I won't interrupt you again."
biu
Biu. biu
