Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6425 (Six Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty Five) Magic Mist

"What did I say?" the Gray Hand Man asked deliberately.

"Are you still doing this intentionally at this time?" said the man with brown hands.

"What I said was that I was afraid of bringing back old memories. The person I thought of was the Lord." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Which time did you think of using the Lord?"

"Oh, have you thought of this?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "Is it soon?"

"Very fast." The Gray Hand said, "It seems that you have thought of something."

The Brown Hand Man said to the Gray Hand Man, "What did I think of?"

"It's all related to the user." said the man with gray hands.

"It must be related to the user. What aspect are you talking about?" asked the brown-handed man.

"It's about the re-answer." said the man with gray hands.

"Well, that's what I asked you." said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Guess which time I'm thinking of?"

"Is it the time when you and I were asked to repeat our answers by the Lord in the magic fog?" asked the brown-handed man.

"How did you know that?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That was the first time I thought of," said the man with brown hands.

"So, you have thought of something else?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, I did think of something else." The man with brown hands smiled.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Actually, I have thought of something else."

"Let's talk about that time first." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Do you remember clearly what happened that time?"

"Of course I remember." said the man with gray hands.

"Those magical mists were all created by the Lord." said the brown-handed man.

"Yes, the Lord asked us questions, and you and I answered them, but the Lord was not satisfied." The Gray Hand said. "If we answered something else, would the Lord be satisfied?" asked the Brown Hand.

"You need to ask the master this question, right?" asked the man with gray hands.

"It's not necessary to ask the owner." said the man with brown hands.

"How do you know that?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Just guess." The man with brown hands laughed.

"By guessing?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, it is very obvious at the moment," said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand said to the Brown Hand, "Do you think the Lord would be satisfied or dissatisfied if we answered otherwise?"

"Of course I'm not satisfied." said the man with brown hands.

"It seems you think so too." The Gray Hand Man laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "Of course I think so. When the Lord asked us why there was so much magic fog, I knew at the time that it was the Lord himself who created it, so I naturally answered that way."

The Gray Hand said, "You seemed quite brave at the time."

"Really?" asked the Brown Hand Man. "Didn't you answer that, too?"

"Yes." The Gray Hand Man smiled, "It's almost the same as your answer."

"Do you think you are brave?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Not small." said the Gray Hand Man, "but that's what I thought at the time."

"What you meant at that time was that it might be because we needed so much magic mist?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yeah, that's pretty much what I told you." said the man with gray hands.

"Yes." The Gray Hand said, "You said at the time that more magic mist would be useful, right?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Yeah. Were you worried when you said that?"

"I am worried." The Gray Hand said, "Although I have tried my best to think of the answer that the Lord might want to hear, I am still worried. Weren't you worried when you said that?"

"How can I not be worried?" The brown-handed man laughed.

(End of this chapter)