Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

"you again......"

Tavernaar backtracked with the tentacles, and finally connected to the consciousness of the Lord of Dreamland.

"I should say that. You have been very active recently." Tavernaar also passed on what he wanted to say.

"...In order to return, it is inevitable..."

"You are @￥...#￥...%...don't interfere with #￥#%...process @￥%#"

The follow-up information began to be confused, and the other party was not easy to eat, so he immediately found a way to cut off Tavernal's connection.

Taking advantage of the last moment of contact, Tavernal sent another message;

"Do you think that you are really on the right path..."

The connection was interrupted, Tavernaer gradually retracted the source of the external release, and the frozen time in the room began to flow again.

After feeling it, Tavernall felt a little disappointed.

Although those memories did give her a headache, after such intensive reception, more parts of herself were recovered, and the special effects it could play gradually became apparent.

Is this already an interference with the material world?

When she regained her senses, the people in the room did not notice the inconsistency of her movements. For them, time has always been continuous.

Only the young man who was looking out the window with empty eyes turned his head here, as if he felt a little incongruity somewhere, but he couldn't explain it clearly.

Tavernall then smiled at him.

The young man turned his head back silently.

Different from the ease and ease on their side, the expressions on the faces of the cultists are very ugly.

He clearly felt the coming of the power of the Lord, and it was clearly there a second ago, but now he couldn't feel it at all.

It's as if it just disappeared out of thin air.

Not even an oracle was left to him.

"why......"

"Lord, have you forsaken me?"

His eyeballs trembled, and his tall divine body swayed as well, appearing to be unsteady on his feet.

He continued to pierce the branches with his fingers, and this time the blood fell directly to the ground along with gravity, which also lost the specialness before.

"Aren't you willing to give your servant even a single answer?"

"Probably because your Lord doesn't care."

Tavernar played tricks, but when he thought that no one would understand, he felt a little lonely again, sighed, and said directly:

"This... sir, how about we talk about your Lord?"

Chapter 292 Stabilizers

Regarding Tavernal's proposal, the cultist said what kind of onion you are, and packed up the feeling of being inexplicably abandoned by the gods again, and said to the middle-aged woman: "Your son has no destiny with my lord, I don't care about this matter."

After he finished speaking, he ignored other people's plans, went straight out of the room, and walked out, no matter how the woman chased after him and shouted, he was unmoved.

"I'll take a step first and deal with your child later. It's easy to solve. If you are worried, you can take him to the health home and wait, and say that I let you go there."

Tavenal finished speaking quickly, and chased after him.

When she walked outside quickly, the cultist just now had disappeared, but Tavernaar was not in a hurry.

She walked forward for a certain distance, and Yamon's figure appeared from the side at once, holding an unconscious person with eyes closed tightly in his hand, it was the cultist who hadn't seen before.

"The action is very fast." Tavernaar looked at the man who had been beaten black and swollen in less than a minute, and nodded appreciatively.

Yamon immediately became complacent. If there was a tail, it would probably have left an afterimage at this moment.

Yamon: "What are we going to do next?"

Tavernal narrowed his eyes slightly, "Some torture, let a professional do it."

Tavernar opened the "Book of Narratives", confirmed the progress of the main line at the moment, wandered around the city, and found Sano who was still on standby for the plan to save the Grass God.

"Is this the suspicious person you mentioned?"

Senuo looked at a cultist with blue eyes and swollen cheeks, and for a moment didn't know whether to call this person unlucky or lucky.

But regardless of whether he was lucky or not before, meeting him now is also a misfortune.

No nonsense, they quickly found a secluded corner where no one came and went to wake people up.

Looking at the three men who were staring at him fiercely, the cultists had a life-or-death look on their faces.

He said: "I will not betray my lord, so give up."

After some targeted interrogation.

He said: "I say everything, stop, I can say anything!"

Yamon stood with folded arms: "Oh, pious."

Tavernaar squatted down with a smile, and was on eye level with the cultists: "Then tell me, your master wants you to do something in Sumeru, right?"

After a while.

The cultists finally revealed their plan to come to Sumeru City—to spread the truth about the world, that is, the starry sky.

Because they were worried that the Holy Order would block the news, they planned to spread it in the original form of handing out leaflets.

In order to prevent people from discovering it in advance, they didn't even ask for help from a photocopier, and wrote it directly by hand. They were going to spread it all over the city in a short time after they had accumulated enough.

Sai Nuo had a solemn expression, "I did feel that something was wrong before, but recently I have focused on other things, and I have ignored this problem."

"Can I take this person away?" Sano looked at Tavernal.

"You are Xumi's disciplinary officer, you don't need to ask me about Xumi." Tavernaar replied.

Sino was taken aback, realizing the change in his mentality.

Unknowingly, his defense against this person has not only decreased a lot, he has even unconsciously placed him in an existence with the same position as himself, obviously the other party does not hold a position in Sumeru.

"I'll trouble you to deal with the next thing. I'm not in a good state now, so I won't get involved."

It is better to leave the physical work of catching people to professionals.

Tavernall once again used his origin when he came out this time. Although he was barely suppressing and maintaining his sanity just now, things are going to be a little unstable now.

She patted Yamon's shoulder, motioned him to follow, and returned in the direction of Sumeru City.

At this time, Sano's voice came from behind: "By the way, it's my subordinate's business, thank you."

This is about the matter of Tavenal bringing the disciplinary officer out of the small black room.

Tavernal waved his hand back, without looking back, and without stopping, he walked all the way.

Yamon next to him followed suit, squinting at Tavernar from time to time. She could feel that Tavernaar's state was slipping towards that bad situation again, and she wondered if she could hold on to the place.

Fortunately, what Yamon was worried about didn't happen. Tavenal insisted all the way back home, locked himself in the attic for a few hours, and returned to normal state.

"Are you sure you want to keep going like this? Is there no other way to relieve it?"

Yamon brought someone a glass of water, thought for a while, and asked.

"Who said I want to be like this for the rest of my life, I can almost recover when the things here are over." Tavernaar drank water, and said: "Besides, what else can be done, it's not too bad now. "

Yamon pursed his lips, "Who said there is no such thing, I think that transferring a part of me to you can..."

Tavernaar put down the cup, expressionless: "No."

Originally, Yamon's words were just a complaint, but he was provoked by Taverner's resolute attitude, and his tone became more intense:

"Why not? We are originally two individuals evolved from the same power. Since your power is missing, why can't I make up for it? Isn't this the same as the same blood type matching transfer!"

Tavenal just looked at her, and repeated word by word: "I said, no—"

"You—" An angry look appeared on Yamon's face, and his voice was aggrieved: "Can't you let me help you once!"

At this time, the door of the rental house was opened, and the two turned their eyes when they heard the sound.

Layla hid half of her body behind the door, obviously shocked, her tone was weak:

"That... I forgot to bring something..."

She wasn't weak anymore, she ran to the room on the first floor with small steps while meeting the eyes of the two, then came out again, and rushed to the door very quickly.

Before leaving, she poked her head in again, trying to persuade the fight:

"If you have something to say, it's not easy for Tavenal to come back. I have been working outside before, so I must be very tired. Yamen, didn't you always think that she would stay for a few more days when she came back?"

After finishing speaking, she retracted her head like a scourge in the room, and gently closed the door.

She leaned against the door and panted, the exhaustion from running just now surged up from her limbs.

After listening carefully, he made sure that the two people behind the door were not arguing any more, and then left with peace of mind.

In the room, Tavernaer looked at Yamon as if he was discouraged, a little sluggish, and sighed in indulgence.

"It's not that I don't want your help. You are in a good state. The reduction of the original source may bring unknown effects to you. The uncontrollable us are no less dangerous to this world than the out-of-control crazy demon god."

"Besides, you are already helping." Tavernaar continued: "Didn't you notice that I have been awake more recently?"

"With you by my side, it has become the source's stabilizer invisibly. Look, didn't I just recover after a short rest?"

Chapter 293 Choice

Only then did Yamon calm down slowly.

Recalling that I had just lost control, and after my emotions went down and my rationality returned, I became a little scared again.

She admitted that her voice was a little loud just now, and now she regrets it.

Yamon: "I, I'm going to cook, what do you want to eat?"

This is blatantly flattering.

"Let me think about it..." Tavernall thought about it seriously, and recalled Sumi's menu, "Rose milk paste, sabuz stew, butter chicken..."

Yamon quickly wrote down the method of searching in the void that he would not do.

"There seems to be not enough food at home...".

"Then go shopping, let's go, I haven't gone shopping for a while."

"Oh, good! I'll get my wallet!"

......

"I'll leave this to you, Nilu."

Ying solemnly looked into Nilu's eyes, her eyes were determined, but she also showed a little regret.

"But I still want to remind you that this matter is very dangerous. You and the Grand Bazaar have been targeted by the Great Sage. If you fail, the Grand Bazaar may not be able to survive."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Nilu's mouth, but she was more determined than Ying:

"Could it be that if we don't do it, the great sage will let us go?"

"In this case, why not try it? Just like the hero in the story, someone must try to break the rules and destiny."

"The great sage thinks that art is useless, but I want to tell him that the power that art brings to people is by no means inferior to so-called reason."

Nilu's face had an unprecedented expression, like a butterfly that just broke out of its cocoon and was about to fly.

The characters who have played for many years seem to be standing behind her at this moment, bringing her unprecedented strength and courage.

It is undoubtedly irrational to resist the great sage and challenge the group with the strength of the individual.

But Nilu has been in the Grand Bazaar for so many years and has performed countless performances. She can remember the pattern of every floor on the stage. She has a deep affection for the Grand Bazaar.

And after absorbing the emotions of those excellent works, deep in her heart, dissatisfaction with the cold reality has long been planted.

Flower God's birthday performances are banned, and the Grand Bazaar may be shut down...

All of them are stimulating the struggle hidden in her heart.

"Let's play the prologue of the hero story. This time, I can be regarded as personally participating in the story, and suddenly I have a deeper understanding of the characters I have performed in the past."

She comforted the two of them in turn, there was no more confusion in her eyes, and she made up her mind.