An invincible journey starting from a different race

When Amat mentioned this, Yuti also became discouraged. "Don't say it. These days, under that guy's remote control, I tried almost every kind of torture device, but I still couldn't find the right one. That's fine, but I feel a little dehydrated from trying so many times."

"Is that so? Then there's nothing we can do," Amat said. "We can only return to Raphael and report the results to the Bishop. Then we can prepare for the next ceremony to see if the goddess is still being desecrated."

"That's the only way." Youdi agreed with some frustration.

I can't help but feel depressed.

A brave warrior, a dignified demigod, she commanded immense respect and veneration. But these past few days, she'd been babbling like a little girl in Aesop's room, practically drained of tears... This undoubtedly contradicted her image of strength and invincibility. It would have been fine if she could find the weapon used to desecrate the goddess, but after so many days of searching, she still hadn't found it. How could she not be frustrated?

"What does that feel like?" Amat couldn't help but ask.

Yudi frowned slightly, and said as she recalled, "It's that kind, more flexible, more slender..."

Before she could finish her words, Youdi saw the proprietress Zita and Medori walking in together pushing a statue.

Looking closely, I discovered that the statue... was clearly Aesop.

"Uh, what is this thing for?" asked Youdi.

Facing the question from the Hero, Zita naturally didn't dare to neglect it and answered directly, "It's from the Dream Tower. After losing to Aesop last time, they wanted to customize another statue for Aesop. However, this time they wanted to be more detailed, so they made a small one for us first, so that those of us who are most familiar with Aesop can see if there are any problems and whether they need to be modified."

Dream Tower...are they going to erect another statue for Aesop?

He is such a powerful guy with the ability to conquer the world, but only Nightmare and Bodyguard recognize him, which makes Youdi speechless.

"There was already a statue before, why do we need a new one?" Amat couldn't help but ask.

Zita spread his hands and said, "Because the Dream Demon Tower said that Aesop's image in the last battle was deeply engraved in their minds, which made them realize that Aesop's sword... must be able to glow. So they planned to use the most luminous luminous stone to make that part of Aesop's sword, so that at night, the sword's light can pierce the sky. At least that's what they said."

...The sword light that breaks through the sky?

Damn, it's weird no matter how I think about it.

Yuti and Amat felt that there were so many complaints that they could not delve into it any further, so they tacitly agreed not to comment on the matter.

But Youdi did notice something new.

She noticed the fingers of the Aesop statue and suddenly thought of something.

"Slimmer, more flexible..." she murmured.

"Okay, let's study it in the evening. Let's put this statue in the back room first."

Just as Zita and Medori were about to take action, Yudi stepped forward and said, "Let me do it."

"Huh?" Zita was a little surprised. "But you're a guest..."

"It's nothing. I've been here for so many days without paying, so I might as well consider it as helping out." Yuti waved her hand and walked directly to the statue. Then, she carried up the statue with one hand, which originally required Zita and Medori to push, which immediately made Zita and Medori shut up.

Then, Youdi easily carried the statue to the inner room.

After reaching the inner room, she closed the door stealthily, then turned around and carefully looked at the fingers of the statue.

After a little thought, she climbed directly onto the statue to give it a try.

As a result, my foot slipped.

"Pfft" sound.

Yudi's face turned green.

But the goal was achieved. Soon, the green color gradually turned into red, and then from red to iron blue.

"Isuo!" Youdi gritted her teeth and said, "It's actually you!"

Extremely angry, Youdi suddenly stretched out his hand and broke Aesop's lightsaber.

"Wait! For! Death! You!"

429 We are toy merchants

"Okay, that's our plan this time." On the way to the Fenrir territory, Kent explained his plan to everyone. After he finished speaking, he noticed that Aesop was a little absent-minded, so he asked in confusion, "Aesop, what are you thinking about?"

Aesop came back to his senses, thought for a moment, and said, "I always feel like someone is talking about me behind my back."

"Talking about you behind your back?" Kent tilted his head. If an ordinary person said this, he would definitely not take it to heart and would just regard it as the other person's illusion. But Aesop's words were different. This guy was collecting the power of faith, perhaps even receiving the prayers of believers. So he asked, "Is someone praying for your power?"

Aesop shook his head: "Not really."

"Is that someone praising your merits behind your back?"

Aesop felt it again and shook his head: "Not really."

"That's strange," Kent said, puzzled. "Generally speaking, believers' prayers are either for strength or to praise your merits. Besides these two, is there anything else?"

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "I felt like she was scolding me and even threatened to break my sword... Is she also my believer?"

"Obviously... not! This is definitely an enemy you've provoked somewhere!" Kent said speechlessly, "Think carefully, among the people you know, how many of them have grudges against you?"

"Among the people I know?" Aesop thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and began to count on his fingers, "One, two, three, four, five."

"...You have too many enemies! You can actually count five at once!" Kent said. "But it's understandable. After all, there are probably a lot of people who are jealous of you. Five isn't that many."

"I mean, there are probably only five people who have no grudge against me."

Kent opened his mouth, his expression as if there was a lump in his throat that he couldn't spit out. After holding it in for a long time, he gave Aesop a thumbs up: "Very good, you are worthy of it."

"So this is just an illusion!" Stank waved his hand and looked at Kent again. "So what was the plan you just mentioned? Repeat it again."

Kent's eyes widened immediately: "Good fellow, you didn't listen either?"

"You're talking too fast. Can't you slow down a little?" Stank said. "A man shouldn't move that fast."

Gan Qiu raised his head alertly and glared at Stank: "Who are you hinting at, you little bastard?!"

Seeing that Stank and Ganchu were about to start another man-to-man duel, Kent couldn't help but sigh deeply, thinking that it would be a chore to fight these idiots. But there was no other way. Since they were already here, he could only let them calm down temporarily and then repeated, "As I said earlier, our identities this time are merchants trading with the Fenrir clan. Because the previous guys were sick, we are the only ones here this time. Generally speaking, merchants cannot enter the Fenrir clan's territory and can only complete transactions outside the territory. But our identities are relatively special, and there is a chance that we can sneak in. But even if we do sneak in, we can't stay for long, so we must find a way to get information about the Lord of Storms and Time from these Fenrir clans as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

Kent spoke a long paragraph in rapid succession, just like an old professor who was giving lectures to students in college as if he was completing a task. There was a lot of information and the speed of speech was fast, so no one understood it the first time.

Fortunately, Kent spoke a little slower the second time, so everyone could hear clearly.

From this we can see that men really need to take things slow.

"One question." Aesop raised his hand as if he were still in the academy. "What are our identities? Why can we directly enter the territory of the Fenrir tribe?"

"It's very simple." Kent smiled slightly, and then took out a lifelike... mace from the goods, "This is it."

Everyone widened their eyes: "This is..."

"Sex toy salesperson."

After a brief silence, Stank yelled, "What kind of weird job did you find? Isn't there anything more serious?"

"You don't understand this," Kent said. "Only with this identity can one enter the Fenrir clan's territory with impunity... well, not impunity, but at least with reasonable authority."

"Why is that?" Aesop asked in confusion, "Can't these things be traded outside?"

"No, no, no," Kent said, shaking his finger. "The Fenrir clan is extremely special. Just look at Amat. They're too big, and they don't fit the standard body type of other races. So, regular sizes won't work for them. They have to be specially customized. And if you want a custom one, you naturally need to get close to them first. Then, wouldn't you be able to sneak in with impunity?"

Fuck... He could actually come up with such an idea. Everyone had to admire Kent's unusual way of thinking.

Aesop asked, "Isn't it said that the Fenrir clan is divided into the hedonistic and abstinent factions? Then which faction should we sell these supplies to?"

"Of course... the Ascetic Fenrir," Kent said. "For the Ascetic Fenrir, as long as they don't have actual sex, they're already abstinent. Furthermore, they train almost every day, and their physical intensity is ridiculously high. Even though their own desires are much lower than those of the Hedonists, they still exist, so they can only rely on tools. And because their power is so immense, even the best quality items will break after a few uses, so they have to constantly purchase them from outside sources."

"I see..." Stank nodded and said, "This can be considered a unique ecosystem. What about the hedonists? Don't they need these things?"

"For those who indulge in pleasure, how can such a small toy possibly satisfy them?" Kent spread his hands and said, "What they need is a real Tata Kai, the kind that hits the flesh and makes the juices burst."

"...Isn't your description of Tatakai too vivid?"

"That's the truth. Fighting a powerful race always comes with risks." Kent sighed and said, "Am I not the best example? Even my sword broke."

Everyone turned to look at Kent, who was dedicating himself to his speech, and thought that it was indeed true.

Fighting a powerful race does carry risks, but it must be added that fighting a powerful member of the same sex doubles the risk.

"So, there's another warning." Kent suddenly raised his finger and said seriously, "You absolutely must not enter the rooms of those who indulge in Fenrir. Otherwise... you will really die."

430 is leaking

"Are you... new here?" Fenrir's guard looked at the credentials Kent handed over suspiciously and said, "Why did you suddenly change people? I didn't hear you mention it last time."

Kent coughed twice and said, "Well, those guys from before had something to do, so they asked us to come over here. We'll resume trade with you after they've dealt with their own business."

"Something? What could be wrong? Tell me clearly." The guard didn't really buy Kent's story and chose to ask questions. "If you can't explain clearly, I won't let you in."

Tsk, Fenrir is just difficult to deal with. If it were any other place, you could just give some money and get in.

Fortunately, Kent had already thought of an excuse, so he said without hesitation: "There was a problem with the equipment they sold."

"What's the problem?" the guard continued to ask.

"That's right. They made a new type of mace called the Flame Fang," Kent said. "Just like the name suggests, it uses a built-in flame magic stone to heat it, just like a flame rod."

Listening to Kent's description, the guard's eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, this sounds very exciting."

"It's really exciting." Kent raised a finger. "There's just one problem."

"what is the problem?"

"There's a fire."

"Leak, leak, leak what?" The guard was completely stunned, thinking he had misheard. "What the hell is leaking fire?"

"It's a fire leak. You should know that the Flame Magic Stone itself is unstable, and when it's shaken rapidly, it naturally becomes... even more unstable. Anyway, I heard that a customer who used this product reached the peak of his use... and there was a 'bang'!"

The guard was startled: "Didn't that explode?!"

"Later, it did explode, but it started with a 'fire leak', with flames leaking out of the mace. And the person who used that product happened to be an orc, and orcs have a lot of hair, and as we all know, hair weakens fire, so that scene... wow, it was a burning scene." Kent described it vividly.

Although the Fenrir tribe claims to be a legendary race and has always disdained to be mentioned in the same breath with the orcs, judging from their body structure, they are indeed orcs, or at least they possess the most distinctive feature of the orcs - lots of hair.

So when Kent described the burning scene in vivid detail, the guard couldn't help but shudder: "Wasn't it all burned? All the hair was burned off?"

"It's more than that," Kent said. "Forget the hair, even the vital parts were... burnt. When the rescuers arrived, they could only cut off the charred parts with a knife..."

"Alright, alright, alright. You don't have to describe it, at least not in such detail." The guard raised his hand, stopping Kent, who was about to continue, and said, "You're right, quality issues are indeed a serious problem... But then again, how can I know if your products will have quality issues?"

"Of course not," Kent said confidently. "Our products have always been known for their sturdiness and durability. They don't have any fancy features, but their main feature is practicality. They're long, big, and strong enough to be weapons by day and torture instruments at night. They can be used on others or yourself."

The guard was stunned by Kent's intimidation: "Is this true?"

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone to try it out tonight," Kent said. "Especially our latest Obsidian Miracle, it absolutely matches everything I just said!"

"Of course I'll try, but I don't trust anyone else. I'll use it myself tonight." The guard ticked the credential Kent handed over, approving it. "But if it doesn't work, I won't let you in next time you come."

Even though he took the voucher, Kent was still a little confused: "Wait, you try it yourself?"

"Yes," the guard asked, "what's the problem?"

"Well, our obsidian miracle is designed for women." Kent looked at the guard's sturdy body and flowing hair, which looked like Amat's, with great suspicion, and asked, "But you... aren't a man? Am I mistaken?"

"Oh, you low-level races are still stuck in gender." The guard shook his head and said with contempt, "Of course I am a male, and a completely different kind of male from you males. You males only pursue the weak and powerless opposite sex. But we are different. As the most powerful race in this land, we have long since transcended the constraints of gender. What we pursue is just like our martial arts. Only strong and firm things interest us, excite us, and even..."

The guard became more and more excited as he spoke, and even his strong chest muscles began to tremble unconsciously. He waved his hand, bulging the muscles on his arms high, and spoke in a very heroic manner.

"Only cowards fight females! Real males... should fuck males!"

……

"It's scary, it's really scary."

When they left the guard and were about to officially enter the territory of the Fenrir tribe, the people who had been afraid to speak for fear of revealing their flaws finally spoke.

Stank glanced back with lingering fear and said, "What's up with all the male Fenrir? Are they all Nantong?"

Aesop thought for a moment and said, "Probably not. I think it's because the ascetics, in their pursuit of ultimate combat effectiveness, also change their XP. To be precise, it's not XP. They have no desires, simply enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. If that's the case, then the pleasure that can be brought by same-sex intercourse must be greater and more abundant than that of the opposite sex."

Hearing Aesop say this, Kent looked back at him with some confusion: "Don't you know nothing about the Fenrir tribe? How come you can suddenly say so much?"

Aesop replied, "It's just a comprehensive deduction based on the characteristics they have shown so far. It's not a difficult thing."

It is indeed not a difficult thing, but being able to think in this way is beyond their reach.

But Gan Qiu was still a little confused and asked, "I still don't understand. What does it mean to not be Nan Tong but like men?"

"What they mean is, it's not men they like," Aesop concluded. "It's just that the power they like is something that only men can bring. It's like a man working out in the gym. After eliminating the desire for the opposite sex, all that's left is... the desire for steel and the same sex."

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