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378: Chapter 322: Blank Paper?

Then We’re Going to Start Doodling!

378: Chapter 322: Blank Paper?

Then We’re Going to Start Doodling!

Tione, when asked about “war,” showed no reaction; she seed rely curious.

“Why?” Tione asked.

“Because we need to return here,” Lind answered.

At the sa ti, he was certain that the Tione before him had beco sowhat “simpler.” It was hard to say if she was really Tione, but her mind was definitely affected.

“To quell the upheaval,” said Lind.

“Why?”

The way to quell the upheaval was to initiate a war.

“There’s no why.”

Tione spoke again, “I want to hear what has happened outside.”

He could almost guarantee that there was a significant issue with the Tione before him.

She should still possess her mories, but it seed that she had lost the human capacity for thought.

Wars arise when there are problems with resource distribution.

Then war brings pain, so another war is waged to obtain peace.

From the perspective of a bystander, many can discuss it fluently, but when one is truly a main character within it, every person has a multitude of unspeakable reasons and motives.

Whether seeking peace or pursuing war, there are countless reasons.

“It’s a long story,” Lind did not agree to tell Tione, “If you are interested, the Undead are excellent storytellers.”

They, after all, have cultivated a group of loyal fans of “Journey to the West” in this world.

In terms of eloquence, the Undead are absolutely trustworthy.

Lind also didn’t want to waste too much energy on Tione, even though she now appeared as a blank slate who understood nothing—it was better to delegate this task to the Undead.

As long as the Undead could appease Tione and allow him to smoothly attack the Royal Palace, they would have played a significant role.

And after that, whether it be the marchioness, the Royal City Dungeon, or Tione herself, he could deal with them slowly.

“The Undead?” Tione looked around at the adorably stupid Undead blinking their eyes; each one puffed out their chest when her gaze landed on them.

Lind didn’t give her more ti to think or react, he raised his voice, “Undead, if you are interested, you could share so stories with Tione, she is very curious about everything happening outside.”

“You are different from before,” Tione said, looking at Lind as he intended to turn and leave, finally starting to talk about mories.

“You are different too,” said Lind.

A transmigrator fiancé, and a fiancée who was possibly parasitized by a Magic Ring Shard and had her consciousness taken over.

There was no spark of love visible between them.

The extensive conversation was rely because both sides retained their rationality.

Change the setting—if Lind had already taken the Royal City, or if he hadn’t co to the Royal City yet, there was a high probability that he would have simply attacked upon encountering Tione.

“Are you worried I might beco your enemy?” Tione’s gaze seed to penetrate deep into Lind’s innermost thoughts.

But not deep enough, as she might have chosen a different way of speaking if she knew the conjectures currently in Lind’s mind.

Lind simply flashed a grin, “I’m not worried, Tione.”

“What if I really were to beco one?” Tione asked, trying to think through the consequences of such an action and seemingly eager to attempt it.

The halo behind her head trembled lightly.

Because she could sense that Lind was avoiding this direction of developnt, her heart, calm for several years, now sparked with slight curiosity.

“Then I would…” Lind paused, with the voice of Miss Troll, Esha, echoing in his mind, he said, “help you find the right path.”

In the end, the two of them still did not co to blows.

Lind turned and left.

The Undead, who were ready to watch the drama while holding small snacks, stood in a daze.

What had happened?

The long-awaited reunion of the two did not carry even a hint of apocalyptic romance, nor was there any surprise.

Or was their expression of feelings too subtle that we Undead didn’t understand?

“I think even Lind and the Carrion Queen make a better ship,” one Undead whispered their opinion, which of course, no one agreed with.

Keep the heavy tastes in the western sectors, and please play in your own little circle.

In the eyes of the Undead, Lind’s visit had served no purpose other than letting them know that Tione was communicable.

Tione still maintained a red na status.

“I’m sowhat curious about Lind’s experiences,” Tione recalled what Lind had said upon leaving, gazing at the Undead with an indifferent look.

Despite no mission rewards and the enemy being a red-nad big boss, the Undead were surprised.

Speaking of stories, we’re the best at it.

“The story should start last year,” they decided.

They chattered away about Lind’s story, of course, from the Undead perspective.

Occasionally, they would pass the storytelling baton, describing the entire war process from multiple viewpoints.

Most of the Undead from Rand Kingdom had ended up revolving around Lind’s na since entering the ga, and those who could appear here were part of Lind’s die-hard faction.

They narrated Lind’s actions through wars, one after another.

Tione listened quietly, her curiosity satisfied, yet more and more doubts arose in her mind.

As Lind had guessed, the Tione before him truly was different, but she hadn’t been parasitized; rather, a shard of the Magic Ring inserted into her brain had cleared a certain part.

She lost the empathy of being human but kept her rationality while still driven by curiosity.

The Undead quickly noticed this.

Damn, you ga developers, bringing an unfinished boss into play.

Unlike Wen Ruien’s three non-attributes, Tione obviously lacked personality.

“Miss Tione, are you really Lord Lind’s fiancée?” soone raised their hand to ask.

Tione nodded, “Yes, my real na should be Tione Armand.”

The surrounding Undead let out a wowed sound.

“You really hate Lord Lind?” another Undead asked.

“Hate, of course not.” Tione shook her head, puzzled by why she would be asked such a question, so she looked at the Undead quizzically.

The Undead did not believe her at all.

If you didn’t hate him, why have you always treated our faction as red-nad?

“Miss Tione, if you want to get closer to Lord Lind, I suggest you look at him as if he were trash; he likes that,” eventually things steered in an uncontrollable direction.

“Look at trash?” Tione tried to mimic the Undead’s expression, making a disdainful face and slightly lifting her chin, looking down on them, “Like this?”

“Exactly, just like that!” Several Undead felt exhilaratingly refreshed.

Blank canvas?

Then we better start doodling in earnest.

“Miss Tione, do you know you should expose your chest when you talk?” a sowhat sleazy Undead leaned in.

The next second, a nuclear blast of a sword, lighting up the sky.

Mushroom clouds billowed.