"This is the land of death. The center and edge of the killing realm - to be precise, this is a place without edges, so everything is both the center and the edge. The undead are born from here. The undead come here . As an outside demon, you are more accustomed to saying that when you come here, the living will become undead. Only a very small number of existences can avoid this fact. Of course, you are one of them." Stretching the intestines and lining the road.
His round eyes flicked to the side. hints at some fact.
So he would start his greeting with "You're alive." This is not common. Yi Cha thought to himself, glanced at the two and a half clerks who were twisted together, and turned back. "Is it their fault?"
"Which time?" Shanchang Lin asked. His question was answered. There is no need to ask.
"Two visitors from the end." Shanchang·Ling moved his body and wiped out half a yellow-brown, wet arc on the ground, rubbing against the sides of the two and a half clerks.
He raised a sticky, fat hand and pointed at them as if he were pointing at chalk drawings on a blackboard to explain:
"The rules of these guys are close to ours, but different. They are alive. But in every other aspect, we are more 'alive' than them - I deliberately used the words you commonly use, I hope this expresses you Understandable.
In this dead land, we made many exceptions in order to accommodate new members from that place. Perhaps they took advantage of the loopholes in the rules that inevitably resulted from exceptions and protected you time and time again.
The most important thing is naturally the time when you enter. here. "Stretching his intestines and shaking his thick, multi-layered shoulders. "I will still use the vocabulary you are accustomed to: consumers call this place 'the underworld'. No need to say what happens when you enter the underworld. From your perspective, I highly recommend that you focus on thanking these two residents of the End of the World, otherwise you would have been one of us last time. "
"It would be even better if there is a next time." Yi Cha said. The two and a half clerks did countless important tasks, and they didn't even think that such work should be exposed to everyone's view. Excellent slave. Qualified residents of the End of the End. He had no time to praise them at the moment. This glory can only be dissolved in the cries of ghosts and the whimpering of ghosts. In the words of the undead leader - who knew this was important to them - it was unfair.
"Since you're speaking from my perspective, I should speak for your benefit," he continued. "Since these two clerks have caused such a big obstacle to your great cause. Besides killing me, you shouldn't let them go, right?"
"Why not?"
Stretching the intestines and lining shows appropriate surprise. This kind of surprise is the same as Yicha's rhetorical question, and the purpose is all for show. "They are not consumers. The inhabitants of the end of the world - specifically those skilled in labor, are exceptions among living creatures. They can reach their ideal state without dying. We are willing to open the door to them at any time. "
He paused - but unlike most pauses, the leader of the undead seemed more thoughtful and tested after a pause. "I believe you will definitely believe us. This is not just a false promise, but there is evidence to support it. You are still standing here."
Cha nodded. If there hadn't been that discussion before. He will definitely make a sarcastic comment about the offensive words "I believe you believe me" at this moment. But now that stuff sounds tame.
"They're going to take you in," he said to the two and a half clerks. "After you terminate the labor relationship with me, you will not have any new labor relationship. Then you can act completely according to your own 'independent thinking'. Your independent thinking is very consistent with this, and there will be no problems. What's the problem? Give your other work in progress to your colleagues. You have a unique way of connecting, right? And if the other guys don't mention it, you won't even think of telling them."
"Oh. Okay boss. Do as you say."
The two and a half clerks responded blankly. Obviously, their independent thinking has at least one of the following two flaws: either it fails to give them the ability to be ecstatic. Or they haven't realized the importance of freedom.
Yi looked at them and sighed.
"Look," he said. "I have tried my best to hint you. But even if I say it very straightforwardly, you may not be able to understand."
"You're right. That's it." Half of the clerks said.
The other half of the clerks twisted their shared necks. "No," she issued the reminder shared between them. "You're right, boss. But are you hinting at what you just wanted to hint at?"
"Yes." The first clerk suddenly realized. She raised her head and looked at Yi Cha. "Now and just now, twice respectively. Yes. You have acted in a way that seems to be suggestive. Just like you said. Boss. What do you want to imply?"
to check them out. He looked at the lining again. "You know. 'Hint' means that you can't tell the other person directly?"
The two half-clerks stared at him.
"No more." Yi Cha said. "I didn't mean to imply anything."
"Okay boss." The two and a half clerks said briskly.
Shenchang·Ling kept watching their communication with her eyes open. Now the inscrutable expression on his face (it was his face and head themselves, rather than what was on them, that were elusive, to be precise) became somewhat discernible—and what appeared was indeed relief.
"You're just as I imagined you would be. Ichaint."
He really said it in a tone full of relief and a little bit of regret. "I really want to call you the title you like. Unfortunately, in our place, a title like 'Duke' that is full of consumer thinking should definitely be eliminated.
But, I still have to say it. The consumer is Chaint Sinkadestu. You are very good. Even better than what your student Veleder mentioned. Better than I imagined. "
Yi Cha smiled and shook his head.
"That is, worse."
The feeling of being blocked in expression that I couldn't solve with all my strength finally disappeared. "I now know your purpose very well. But before you kill me in a friendly manner, I have one last question: If all the consumers in the world become undead and undead acceptable companions - then Like them." He pointed at the two half-clerks. "Then what's the point of all the hoarding? The world will be out of balance. You know, this world is too weak."
"It makes no sense." Shanchang Lin said solemnly. "We have to do this. It makes sense."
"What's the explanation?"
