Chapter 25 Theoretical Guidance

Metz inserted one finger into one of his arm bones and made a meaningful sound. The little fly tilted his head and looked at the gryphon in the energy pattern. "Honey. Who is he?"

"Your Majesty, haven't you seen it?"

"I can't remember... he looks familiar. Have I killed him?"

"Killed. And quite casually."

"Quite casual...that's a lot." The little fly slowly rubbed his hands and let out a little noisy laugh. "Is it my subordinate Bong, or an enemy?"

"subordinate."

"That's a lot of buzz."

"Wabra is a demon duke with a unique reputation. Your Majesty will probably be impressed."

"I can't remember it."

"How about thinking harder?"

"Thinking, dear. I don't use force on this kind of thing." The little fly buzzed and laughed twice, and said arrogantly. It flapped its wings and left the surface of the handrail, preparing to circle at low altitude to prepare for the next great conquest - if you look carefully, the previous two great conquests can indeed be considered quite successful: from both sides of the hall where they are located, There is a row of slender arches leading to various rooms. Half a can of blackened paint was splashed on the left door frame. Another doorframe was torn into rectangular shapes.

"Wait a minute," Icha called to the tail end of its pair of vibrating little round wings. "I suddenly felt... I wonder if you feel the same?"

"What does it feel like to lose your mind? I feel it all the time. Honey."

"No. It's a nauseating feeling." Yi Cha blinked. "It's so quiet in here. I feel a little sick."

The little fly drew an awkward arc in the air. "I feel exactly the same as you!" it said after a confused hum. "What do you want, my dear?"

"I think-" Icha said. "It would be very evil, very chaotic, and very helpful to lighten the current atmosphere if there was an ear-bleeding hell radio show starting right now -

A disgusting atmosphere in which there has been no conflict for too long and therefore begins to seem too stable. "

"You want to listen to the radio?" the little fly stopped on a smooth bone and shouted. Eyes light up.

"I guess." Icha said.

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"Useless thing." Zhi snapped at Wabra. His expression seemed more like pure disappointment than anger. The fish-gathering elder lifted his leg - the same one he lifted last time, and crossed it over the griffon's head. The gryphon is no different from before - whether it is the current rudeness from the other party or the rudeness from Asimov just now. He dealt with them all equally calmly.

Or maybe he simply died. Although he was not dead just now, no one knows whether he is dead now.

"You. The one in the corner."

The branch raised its four long nostrils and directed them towards the shadowed corners of the control room. "It's your turn. Come out. I have something to ask." The stern tail tone bounced off the walls with a damp echo.

Everyone looked at him. "Who is he calling?" Ya poked the boy next to her with her elbow. "Who is there...? There is no one. There are only six of us here. Who is there? Am I the only one who didn't see it?"

"Are you too old?" Asimov chuckled. "There's no one there. But there's 'crumbs'."

He glanced at Xinning.

Ya stretched her neck and looked in that direction. Shake his head. "I didn't see anything. All I saw was a big puddle of water."

"That's 'crumbs'." Xianning said suddenly. His face returned to its original size. He touched his nose with one hand. His voice seemed particularly loud this time. His face is also quite calm.

"'Chip'? What for? What is it?"

"It's not anything harmful. It's basically useless."

Xiun Ning replied. Exceptionally articulate. "We need to take it with us. It's an auspicious item made by Master Tuankeba for our whale blowing stall. Without it, all these whale blowing pipes will be ineffective. Our prison will also lose power."

"Master Tuankeba? Who is that? And what does auspicious mean... Hey. Wait. If it provides power, how can you say that thing is useless?"

"It doesn't provide power." He spread his hands so they could see the tubes he had been holding tightly. Then put them back on the hat. "There is enough power in these tubes. Master Tuankeba's skills are very... superb."

Asimov nodded matter-of-factly. He obviously intended to dismiss this small talk casually. But Ya seems to have the opposite idea. "Since there is enough power, why would the blowpipes fail without 'chip'?" she asked reluctantly.

"Because 'chip' is the mascot of blowing whales. Without it, blowing whales would be too ominous." Xinning said, avoiding her gaze.

"That has nothing to do with motivation!"

"It does matter. The relationship is..." Xiang Ning frowned, and beads of sweat began to form on the tip of his nose. "There are relationships."

"Uncle Willy Shaw said: If you can only tell how something is but not why, you're making it up!"

"I'm not making it up. Besides, Master Tuankeba said that as long as the things can be used, it's fine. Theoretical guidance is of no use at all."

"Ha! You just don't know how to answer! Because you..."

Ya wanted to continue talking. But Asimov clapped his hands.

"That's clear," he said. "'Chip' is what you call 'theoretical guidance'. So that Keba master will tell you that it is basically useless. But without theoretical guidance, those magical tubes will also lose their ability."

"...That's not the case." Xianning said.

"What's that like?"

An indescribable sound of air flow occupied their ears. They raised their heads together and looked towards the source of the sound. The old griffin fell to the ground at some point, and it was him who made that sound - like a sighing version of the scream, or like the sound of drowning wind buried under the desert.

"What's wrong with you?" Asimov opened his eyes wide. "Too old?"

The gryphon seemed to try to answer. But what came out was just another sigh version of another scream. Zhi had turned around and stared at the gryphon. Asimov ran over, grabbed those long white eyebrows, and raised his head. "Grandpa Zhi. What did he say? What happened?"

The elder fish collector bent down and said a word he had never heard before.

"broadcast."

Zhi said yes.

"Broadcast from the Lord of Hell." His tone was also quite strange.

Asimov had never heard such a tone from him, or from any fish collector.

"Okay!" Zhi said. Then a violent burst of laughter broke out. He seemed to have gotten something he had always wanted, and he was crazy with joy.

He stretched out his slender, curved arms and picked up the gryphon.

"Wabra." Zhi said. "Tell the Lord of Hell. Or the One who shares Hell with her. Tell him: Meet me west of the Button. Or I'll stab you to death. And all the living creatures here. And knead their souls into a In a fiber ball with no sweetness.”