Chapter 738: Chapter 673: Iron Badger
"Achoo!!!"
With a thunderous sneeze, the flock of crows residing in the Realm of the Dead’s [Sage’s Cetery] were startled into flight. Countless feathers, blacker than ink, scattered everywhere, landing on the bulging graves one by one.
"Damn!"
A voice filled with annoyance cursed as the thirty-eighth grave mound from left to right under the old locust tree on the east side of the Sage’s Cetery suddenly bulged upwards. Soone pushed themselves out from inside.
Damn it, my coffin’s gone moldy!
Kicking the lid off his coffin, the third director sat up, his face full of disgruntlent. He pulled out a handkerchief and vigorously blew the mold spores from his nose, then glared accusingly at his tombstone and scolded:
"Your dampness is driving
crazy! Can you move a bit further away?"
"Iron Badger, I’m here for you."
A sharp and crisp sound of hooves ca from the thick white mist behind the tombstone. A tall doe, enveloped in dense fog, erged and stopped beside the director’s coffin.
"Where’s your mask?"
Glancing at the chaotic pile of the director’s coffin, the doe with a corporeal form asked sternly:
"According to our past agreent, whenever the mask signals, you must wear it and answer one question from us about the Clean-up Bureau. Where is your mask?"
"It’s not every ti the mask reacts that I have to deal with you. According to our initial agreent, I only need to engage with you once every twenty years if I feel like it."
After correcting the doe’s statent, the third director crawled out of his coffin and with a wave, broke open the grave next door, dragging out his neighbor’s coffin.
Amidst the shouts of his startled neighbor, the old man pried open the coffin board and took a black honey badger mask from his neighbor’s face, casually tossing it to the doe not far away.
"Here, I was worried about losing it, so I put it in soone else’s grave. So I’m not breaching any contract... But since you’re already here, let’s not be redundant. Just ask what you want to know!"
This old bastard... He never really took the promise seriously!
Looking down at the mask at her feet, the doe couldn’t help but show anger. But seeing the director’s defiant look, she suppressed her rage and asked with a harsh tone:
"That Cleaner nad Leon from the Virgin Branch, did you give him an abnormal object? If so, what exactly does it do?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing the doe’s inquiry, the director, who was cleaning his ear, paused slightly. He squinted at the doe, suspiciously asking:
"For the one question in twenty years, you chose this?"
"Yes!"
"Hmm~ that’s interesting~"
Dusting the mold from his body, the director shook his blocky head and circled the giant doe twice, then curiously asked:
"To have you use up your question and even risk coming to see ... has that kid Leon caused you a lot of trouble?"
"Iron Badger! I’m the one asking questions here, not you!"
Glared at with the director’s greedy eyes, the doe felt a chill down her spine and angrily said:
"You better understand the situation! If it weren’t for us, you would’ve ceased to exist long ago! Now I demand you to truthfully answer my question according to our agreent!"
"Heh."
After the doe finished her reprimand, the old blocky-headed man chuckled coldly and said disdainfully:
"Let
repeat, the agreent I made with your Slaughter King Association was that as long as I answer one of your questions truthfully every twenty years, you must maintain my existence."
So whether to answer this question depends entirely on my mood. If you don’t understand that, you better leave!"
"Aren’t you afraid we will..."
"What the hell am I afraid of?"
Spitting at the threatening doe, the blocky-headed old man scoffed:
"The agreent was made when I was alive; what does it have to do with the dead ? Plus, I’m just a lingering will now; what’s the difference between being dead or alive?
If you have the guts, break the contract and stop supporting ; go ask whoever you like in the future. If not, then shut up and answer my question; if I’m pleased, I might even engage with you more often... Got it?"
"..."
This damn old bastard!
Looking at the director playing rogue in front of her, the doe couldn’t help but scrape the stone tablet of the cetery in anger but indeed had no leverage. She had to swallow her pride and said:
"That Leon... since he returned from you, he has disrupted our operations three tis, destroyed the Crolock Kingdom, turned Xue Xiao and Black Owl against us, and nearly devoured Dongya alive..."
As the doe continued to explain, the look on the old man’s face first turned from curiosity to surprise, then from surprise to shock, and finally to great confusion.
Could that guy who couldn’t comprehend an abnormal object? Didn’t Olivia ntion last ti that he hadn’t been with the Clean-up Bureau for long? Have the Slaughter King Association gone so far as to research how to deal with him? Is that stupid kid growing too fast?
"In any case, he poses a significant threat to us."
After briefly recounting Leon’s actions and their negative impact on the Slaughter King Association, the doe patiently said:
"I’ve answered your question; now it’s your turn to answer mine! Iron Badger! What abnormal object did you give him? How can he directly strip the King of Nightmares’ Authority? And what’s with that nearly invincible Undying Body?"
"..."
The abnormal object I gave him... was a small fork that made people dream, a snakeskin scroll for forcefully exchanging others’ abnormal objects. Lastly, a pair of gloves that would hurt the user when hitting others...
None of these abnormal objects have to do with the Undying Body or the ability to strip the King of Nightmares’ Authority; it’s all nonsense! His core abnormal object definitely isn’t from !
However, even though it’s unrelated to , I can’t just bluntly say that.
"Hmm... I have a slight idea. That kid’s case is indeed special; he left a deep impression on
back then, so..."
After stroking his chin, the blocky-headed old man’s face showed a look of realization, turning to the eager-eyed doe and said with a smile:
"It’ll cost you extra!"
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