"Those who want to leave, leave now. Those who stay, please listen to me."
No one has left yet, but no one plans to listen to him. The guests looked at him in surprise and made chirping noises, which contained strangeness about the words, tone, content of the speech, and the strange host himself. In a corner of the square, the red dwarf wizards, who were dissatisfied with the response of the members of the Order of the Fallen Angels, recognized Yimezi floating in the sky and conveyed their doubts to him in a voice that Nesse could not understand.
A mez rattled in reply.
The original Olympian's answer seemed to spread quickly. The seemingly random move played a decisive role. The few creatures that originally sat quietly became quieter and became the majority. The restless creature scratched the cracks between its ears and became quiet.
The sound of music.
The sound of music was accompanied by a small noise.
"Tell them why they are here." Yi Metz approached the arithmetic table and reminded softly. For the first time, Nese failed to understand what he meant. Is this some way of stalling for time? The guests in front of me were invited by Willy Xiao. Just to attend this funeral. This was almost the only thing they could confirm together at the moment.
What's there to ask?
“Ask questions that everyone knows.”
Metz coughed, "Then answer it in an unexpected way, or start with a short joke or a fable - an approximate formula to quickly gain trust."
If only he knew what to do. Nese thought. He didn't even know why he was here, why he was still here. He was dizzy without any light source. He couldn't make up a prophetic story, couldn't even hear a joke, let alone tell one - it didn't take a brain to know that Willy Shaw was better suited for the job. The job itself was Willy Shaw's.
But here he stands now. Pastel squares. He would never have thought until his death that he would one day step on such a pastel square. Many strange and unfamiliar good-looking babies and idiots raised their heads in the blue fireworks, their eyes full of anticipation, looking forward to his speech and the arrival of a corpse.
So he told them directly.
He told them of the dangers of the Fallen God Plan. And this danger may be relevant to every guest present. The wrath of the gods could spread to any of the large excursion planning groups. He then informed them of the disappearance of Chaint Sinkardstu. He told them of the future dangers he knew of besides the Great Excursion.
He told them about himself and the disputes he had learned from Ichaint. From tiny to powerful beyond his reach.
No reason. There is no draft. There is no reasonable conclusion. He plucked the nouns from his memory, trying to put them in the right place. There were some things he never said, sometimes because it was too late, sometimes out of limitations, and sometimes - why didn't he just admit it - just because of his twisted psychology and weird personality.
Today he had to attract a group of the world's top eccentric guys in a location that was definitely not his responsibility or part of his plans. At times like this before, Ichaint would always tell him what to do. Worst of all, there are other beings who bear the gaze.
But today there is nothing. Guys who are willing to attend the funeral of an insignificant, unknown construct. Living and undead who are willing to change the world in their own way. If it weren't for this timing, he might have had various conflicts with them. The guy he was replacing now was the guy he had just killed. He was in the camp he had left. He said a lot of things but he didn't understand them.
"Would you like to think about it with me?"
Nesse looked at the black smoke in the distance and told them what he had learned, the mysteries he did not understand, and the difficulties he had experienced and could not overcome.
Until all the noise among the guests disappeared, and only the sound of music remained.
The music sounds soft.
"It sounds terrible. I didn't expect so much when I joined. And I'm not just here to play today." An element looked around, scratched its head and whispered, "But I can try."
"Yes. I've had enough rest. It was originally my plan. It seems that we can help each other in the future." A thin demon in the distance shook his hand gracefully, and his face looked a bit familiar.
"Ah ha? Just ignore the big deviation? Impossible." A red dwarf wizard said with a smile.
"We will definitely complete the plan on hand first. Then we will take your proposal into consideration." An angel said.
"Who are you?" asked a creature that looked like a tangled mass of hair.
"Whatever! Whatever!
We want to see the body!
Otherwise, go trick-or-treating!
! ” cried the purple children.
"You will see the body." Nesse leaned down and replied.
“We want to see the bodies buried!
!
” screamed the purple children.
The guests were caught up in the discussion, and Nesse turned his head to look at Yimetz. The two apprentices nodded, and the original Olympian seemed to be quite satisfied with the effect of this long lecture.
"Operation fitting degree: extremely high. Error value: negligible." Metz made a judgment.
"Well done. Please keep it going." He knocked on the table to signal the guests who were talking animatedly, "until the end."
Lasnuolo snorted.
"Yeah. Stay pitiful, keep exposing the truth, pouring out your bitterness, for a week. It's really too easy for a temporary servant. Mr. Metz." The high-level vampire said sarcastically. He originally wanted to find a shady place to hang on the opposite side of the stage, but several claw-shaped structures from the crank adjustment solution group stopped right there, causing him to turn around and return to his original position.
"Have I ever mentioned that you are not qualified to lead the crank adjustment plan?" Metz didn't even turn his head, his tone was flat, "You don't even understand their plan."
"I don't need to understand. My Archmage. Do you know why I can serve as the inner administrator of the Royal Garden?" Lasnuolo smiled.
One metz paused for a sixteenth of a second. "have no idea."
"I don't know either." The vampire answered easily.
Nesse listened to their chat. Look at the pastel square at your feet.
The music became more urgent, and the discussion volume was lowered as if it was being driven away. The guests' eyes turned to him again.
"Don't make them impatient, little one," Lasnuolo said slowly.
Of course he heard the title of a high-level vampire, from beginning to end. The Deputy Speaker of the Returned Star Council may pay the price for his natural arrogance, but not now. Now he wants the calculations to continue. Metz did say that this was the way to return Zhaiint.
Is that what he said? That's what he heard, anyway.
Nesse looked down against the gazes of the guests.
On and on.
Then he told them what he intended to do.
