Don't call me evil god

Chapter 902 Soul Replacement
"Three chances to ask, who will go first?"

Van Crowe asked Pete and the other two calmly.

Pete blinked in confusion: "Is there any difference in order?"

Harris Eugene, who was under the influence of magic, was right in front of them. No matter what they were going to ask, as long as the other party "answered", they would definitely be able to hear the answer, right?
"You'll know after you ask." Van Crowe didn't seem to be going to explain anything, but just emphasized again: "Remember, cherish your opportunity to ask."

Pete turned his head and looked at Miranda and Lancelot, signaling with his eyes.

"You ask first?"

The two of them shook their heads slightly in unison.

"No, no, no, you should go first!"

The conversation was completed in silence, and the task of conducting the first inquiry was given to Pete.

Pete thought carefully.

"This is information that can now be confirmed."

"Harris Eugene colluded with the cultists who believed in the Supreme Truth. Many of his actions should have the shadow of cooperation with the cultists."

"During the Red Tide of Monsters, the cultist he called 'Annabelle' was even near the battlefield, but she decisively gave up on Harris Eugene and never showed up."

"So... in Harris' mind, he seemed to think that when he was desperate, Annabelle could rescue him? Take him away?"

Thinking of this, Pete's thoughts gradually became clear.

Van Croy specifically emphasized this to them twice.

Treasure this precious opportunity to ask questions.

Pete thought that if he understood correctly, this magical dragon language magic could only allow Harris to say what he "knew".

Asking Harris something he doesn't know is a waste of an opportunity.

Therefore, questions like "What is Annabell's true identity" and "Where is Annabell now" are wrong ways of asking questions that should absolutely be avoided.

Pete looked at Harris, whose pupils were glowing green.

The correct question should be:

"Why do you think Annabelle would save you when you were in danger?"

……

The moment Pete asked the question.

The words have not yet fallen.

Pete suddenly realized that the scene before his eyes had changed drastically.

He was no longer in the castle hall of Count Carlez.

The surrounding environment looks like a private room in a restaurant.

The wall facing him was decorated with a scroll symbolizing the protection of the God of Light;
There were several simple meals on the table.

"Um?!"

Pete could feel himself sitting in a soft and comfortable armchair, but when he tried to stand up and take a closer look at the room, he found that he had no control over his body at all.

The next moment, Pete realized.

It's not just his body that he can't control!
He couldn't even see, breathe, or make any tiny movement.

For example, this body's eyes are currently fixed on the door of the box, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Pete is like a soul trapped in this body. He can use the body to observe and perceive the world around him, but he only has the ability to "watch".

"Could it be that I am now..." Pete vaguely guessed something.

The door of the box was gently opened from the outside.

A figure wearing a loose robe, a hood and a scarf walked in briskly.

The body's "line of sight" then moved to the person who came.

The other person casually took off the veil covering her face, removed her hood, and revealed her true appearance.

"Sure enough!" Pete suddenly became excited!
The newcomer had light gray and delicate skin, and her body curves were eye-catching. The plump parts were well-proportioned, and the slender parts were just a handful.

More importantly.

She has a pair of thin and long ears that are completely different from humans.

"She's Annabelle!"

"So now I have entered a memory belonging to Harris Eugene through magic, and I am recalling everything from Harris's perspective!"

Very surprised.

The power of this dragon language magic was beyond Pete's imagination.

Most of the common enchantment magic that mortals can master is just to influence the recipient's favor and impression of the target in a suggestive way.

The more powerful ones can achieve a level equivalent to charm, making the other party willing to provide help for the target, or more likely to speak out their true thoughts.

However, these magics can be resisted and weakened. If the recipient intends to resist, or prepares amulets, jewelry, etc. that can reduce the enchantment magic in advance, the effect of the magic will be greatly reduced.

The dragon language magic cast by Van Croft is different!
After the questioning, let the questioner experience the other party’s “memory” personally!
Is there a more complete and detailed answer than this?

there is none left!
……

"God of Glory, this is really a mystery. Why did you dare to choose this place as the meeting place, and walk into the Holy Land of Glory so brazenly!"

"Annabelle, don't you know that the dark elves have long been expelled from the Kingdom of Reyak as heretics? If you sneak into the kingdom without permission and get caught, you will face a minimum of three years in prison, not to mention someone as evil...evil as you..."

"You should at least disguise yourself! For example, cover up your troublesome skin color..."

Pete felt himself begin to speak.

as predicted.

"Myself" used the voice of Harris Eugene, but it sounded younger.

Annabelle threw Harris a coquettish glance and shook her finger proudly:
"camouflage?"

"We never worry about disguise. The Supreme Truth will always protect His followers."

"If we don't want to be discovered, even if you mobilize the power of the entire Glorious Church, you will never be able to find our trace."

Harris sneered.

obviously.

He shrugged off Annabelle's claims.

"There is no such thing as a perfect disguise in this world. Everyone will leave a mark..."

The words are not finished yet.

In Harris Eugene's "sight", Annabell's figure flashed in front of him.

Followed by.

The other person's figure slowly disappeared, as if he had been painted over by some unknown entity with a brush.

Harris Eugene's voice stopped abruptly.

Pete noticed that "his" eyes quickly turned to the door of the box again.

The door of the box opened out of nowhere and quickly closed again, but Harris did not react at all.

A few seconds passed.

The door of the box was pushed open again from the outside.

A figure wearing a hood and scarf walked in, and took them off very casually...

Then came Harris Eugene's dissatisfied accusation:

"Oh my God, this is really weird. Why did you dare to choose this place as the meeting place..."

Pete was shocked.

……

(End of this chapter)