Hearing Su Ming’an’s words, Boris glowed like a child receiving affirmation, his face flushing red.
Ignoring the sword pressed against his neck, he stretched out both hands, eager to grasp Su Ming’an’s shoulders.
"--You’re finally interested in my story, I..."
"Bang!"
Su Ming’an kicked him, and Boris’s body slamd against the deep blue shield, forcing a mouthful of blood out of him.
But Boris seed not to get angry, his eyes still sparkling:
"It’s a beautiful legend from my hotown..."
"Are you sure?" Su Ming’an was sowhat surprised.
"Really, I swear." Boris wiped the blood from his lips: "I especially like the stories from my hotown, so I’ve written them down."
"Then continue." Su Ming’an said.
Boris’s head shot up suddenly.
In his eyes was full disbelief.
"...Will you really listen to them all?" he asked.
"As many as you have, that’s how many you should tell." Su Ming’an said.
Under Su Ming’an’s coercion, Boris excitedly spilled out all the stories from his hotown like pouring beans.
Stories like "the young bride buried in the earth," "Little Red Riding Hood of massacre and looting," "the clown wearing a human skin mask," none of his so-called "beautiful" stories were suitable for children, all of them being dark fairy tales each more grueso than the last, capable of giving adults nightmares.
The reason Su Ming’an let Boris tell stories was mainly because his earlier "rmaid and Captain" story was almost identical to the one involving Su Rin and the rmaid.
Hence, he deliberately listened to all of Boris’s stories.
But now, it seed to be just a coincidence.
He ntally noted Boris’s stories and then pressed him for the reason he wanted to attack this ship.
"There’s a reason I want this ship," Boris said softly, "Number One Player, do you know? I’ve been to The Great Library once, and the information there told that the Mariti Banquet might just be a scam--I investigated the Royal City, inside the Royal City, many girls living with the sa appearance. I communicated with my dear believers and learned about Pulaya’s history; then, my dear noble friend also told so secrets--Su Ming’an, Su Rin, I rember your nas, you might be the core character of this instance."
"I always am." Su Ming’an said, "Tell sothing useful."
"In a resident’s album, I saw that the princess sixty years ago looked exactly the sa as today’s princess," Boris sighed, seemingly very sad, "Why is that... Considering there are many girls in the Royal City with identical appearances, my guess is that this princess is using the lives of these girls to extend her own life..."
Su Ming’an was sowhat surprised.
It seed he really shouldn’t underestimate these players.
Even if Boris’s conclusion was slightly off, it wasn’t far from the truth.
"Why does the princess need to extend her life? I surmise, for a royal, the urgent need to extend life is either for her sea monster soul or for clinging to power," Boris said, "And I questioned an old sailor, who said that their forr captain, the great World-saving Hero Su Rin, during his youth, t a beautiful sea monster and made a deal with it..."
"..." The sword in Su Ming’an’s hand trembled slightly.
He hadn’t expected this matter to be dug up by Boris; he had learned of it only from Su Rin’s mory Stone.
"Moreover, I have entered his underground chamber when the Pope was not around and discovered that the so-called letters from Cloud City were not written by a Deity, but carved onto a stele by the Pope himself," Boris said. "Thus, I gradually ca to a conclusion—there is no Deity in Yun Shang City, and it’s a person with the power of Sea Monsters who has fabricated such a scene to make people believe that Deities exist in this world, thereby perpetuating their rule.
Later, I found out it was you who is Su Rin, and you had just returned from the Yate Empire, so Su Rin can be ruled out. The real mastermind behind the scenes must be Princess Tulip. In fact, there is no such thing as a Mariti Banquet dedicated to a Deity; it’s just a competitive slaughter she created to concoct a hoax. Therefore, I wish for a ship, a ship that can keep away from the strife, so that even if there is a problem with the Mariti Banquet, I can still protect myself."
Su Ming’an did not expect Boris to be able to deduce this far.
Actually, what Boris said was very close to the truth.
The deal between Su Rin and the Sea Monsters, the Airship story from over sixty years ago in Pulaya, Princess Tulip’s secret of eternal life, the forgery of the letters from Cloud City, all had been guessed correctly by Boris.
...Only, unfortunately, this was a case of having all the right processes but the wrong conclusion.
Boris hadn’t seen the Pope’s process of writing the letters, leading him to believe it was all the Pope’s doing.
Su Ming’an looked up to see Boris eyeing him eagerly, as if waiting for his praise.
"Su Ming’an, Number One Player," Boris stared at him, "Your eyes are telling that I seem to have guessed correctly."
"How far have you progressed in your Perfect Pass?" Su Ming’an asked.
"80%," Boris answered obediently.
"It might stop there," Su Ming’an said.
If Boris truly wanted to Perfect Pass, then he was on the most difficult route imaginable.
Su Ming’an was forced by his identity as Su Rin to take this hardest of paths, which required uncovering all of Pulaya’s secrets. Boris, on the other hand, brought himself to this path, only to arrive at a completely wrong conclusion.
If he had done just a little bit of his own identity missions, it wouldn’t be so difficult.
"Ah... why?" Boris looked into Su Ming’an’s eyes, "Then, Number One Player, can you tell where I went wrong..."
"First of all, about the Pope, you didn’t..." Su Ming’an began to speak, but then imdiately shut his mouth.
His ntality Points in his Bright State were too low, and he almost fell for Boris’s ploy.
Fortunately, the high ntality Defense built into his Equipnt warded off Boris’s Charm Skill, allowing him to co to his senses.
No wonder the man insisted on talking so much; it was all for this question.
As soon as he had Su Ming’an’s answer, once Boris’s body died, he could be reborn in another body and then fix his own mistakes.
...Even a top-ranked Player with a problem should not be underestimated.
"Goodbye."
Su Ming’an, having obtained the clue, didn’t waste words with the other party and promptly beheaded him with a sword.
This ti not even Equipnt dropped; it seed Boris’s Strength had indeed been greatly weakened.
He quickly searched the rest of the cabins, then prepared to head to what was known as The Great Library.
It was now 3:30 in the morning, with an hour and a half left until the next rollback. He had to try to find all the clues in one go.
As he passed by the second-floor cabins, he suddenly saw two figures standing on the outer deck, seemingly watching the snow.
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