"If you are really tired, you won't point out my identity."

Aaron quietly waited for Gad to calm down slightly and whispered.

"Oh, I told you, Mr. Aaron, I like freedom, I like to do what I want to do, and that's my freedom." Gad glanced at Aaron with amber eyes, "It's just that your performance just now reminded me of me back then."

“What kind of manifestation?”

"That girl, the girl you hesitated." Speaking of this, Gad couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic in his tone, "I was like this back then. I always had to face a choice. I was helpless, but unfortunately this is the truth."

Ged once more filled himself with a glass of beer and raised his glass to Aaron, "For the girl named Isabella?"

"Where is she now?" Aaron hesitated to hold the cup and took a small sip of light ale.

The light beer in this magical world tastes roughly the same as the beer in the original world. The only difference is that the beer in this different world also has a strange spice flavor, and I don’t know which kind of ingredients to enhance the fragrance are mixed in.

The mouth is slightly astringent, but after sliding into the throat, there is a sweet feeling.

"She's going to stay here for one night, just like you," Gad said casually, "But this is the last thing I can do for you. She didn't have enough money to stay here for one night."

Inexplicably, Aaron felt that Gad's hideous face softened a little.

"Don't rush to thank me, Mr. Aaron, maybe you should pay attention to yourself."

"What does this mean?"

"The breath of cult, in Badibila, the breath of cult is what you need most attention. Its importance must even exceed food and drinking water. Without food and drinking water, you will only be starved to death or thirsty at most, but if you don't pay attention to the breath of cult..."

Gad sneered a few times and looked at Aaron with some pity: "Sometimes, death is a relief."

"But I didn't..." Aaron was about to retort, but suddenly he was stunned, and a chill surged into his heart.

"Thinking of it?" Gad took out a piece of cloth, wiped the table, and asked slowly.

"Is it Alice..." Aaron narrowed his eyes unconsciously and stared at Gad.

Yes, he never noticed this.

Alice!

After he had experienced so many battles, after meeting many cult phenomena such as "The Lord of Crawling", "The Throat of Death", etc., Alice, who had been by her side, was also silently under the influence of the aura of cult.

He has a system that can offset the influence of the aura of cult and keep his soul pure and flawless at all times.

Although the pollution she was far less severe than his, she did not have a system that could completely eliminate this cult aura.

"I am a legendary wizard. After coming to this world, I almost lost most of my strength. The laws of this world are somewhat different from my original world, but my knowledge is still there..." Gad said slowly: "Mr. Aaron, maybe you will wonder why I don't seem to have extraordinary aura."

Hearing this, Aaron couldn't help but nodded, but a little guess appeared in his eyes.

At first he thought that Gad had his own unique breath-taking method, which could prevent the extraordinary aura from leaking out.

But since he said so...

"I have not studied the power system of this world," Gad said, with a calm tone. "All the power of this world comes from cognition, which means that the stronger you are, the closer you are to the origin of the world, and... the easier it is to be eaten by the origin of the world."

The tone was light, but the cruel meaning in it made Aaron frown.

"I have searched for traces of gods in this world, but I have found nothing. Perhaps, I think that the so-called gods, whether they are born gods or gods evolved from mortals in the sky, have been corrupted by the will of the world and have become many evil gods..."

It seemed that the words themselves had some power, which brought a ray of cold wind in this noisy tavern, and an inexplicable chill surged into my heart, as if a pair of eyes were staring at this space.

The tavern, which was originally hot due to free wine, suddenly became cold. Everyone lowered the volume a little while chatting and laughing, and even a few sensitive people began to look around nervously.

Like dominoes, in just a few breaths, the drinkers present stopped communicating and looked at each other alertly.

Have a cult atmosphere?

Which cultist who is not open to the eyes dares to show the atmosphere of the cult in the wild grass tavern?

In Badibila, even if the cultists can appear openly, they must follow their unwritten regulations - at least they cannot openly reveal their cult aura in front of everyone.

Otherwise, God knows whether this cultist is offering sacrifices to some indescribable being?

Especially in places with densely crowded populations such as wild grass taverns, people are more concerned about this situation.

Every extraordinary person is full of blood in the eyes of those evil gods.

Almost everyone was looking at the closest cultist, pressing their hands on their weapons, ready to fight back at any time.

The cultists are also looking at their companions: Which one who has no brains dares to reveal the aura of the cult in such a place?

The bright candlelight above the head was light and dark because of the gloomy wind. The beating fire light made the expressions of extraordinary people with different minds in a chaotic and unstable manner. The chaotic shadows grew wildly on the wall, as if evil thoughts broke out from this shadow at any time.

Several waiters who had seen strong winds and waves looked around uneasyly, unable to hide the panic and fear in their eyes.

"Look, Aaron, this is the power of secret." Gad's voice was a little weird at this moment, as if it was also affected by this abnormal phenomenon. "Even if it is mentioned, it will affect the power of reality. The power of this world comes from cognition, but unfortunately..."

As Aaron watched, he quietly turned around and picked up a half-filled bottle and patiently wiped away the dust, as if he had not noticed the riots in the tavern.

"Is there really no way?" Aaron glanced at the tense people and asked unwillingly.

"Maybe there, maybe not." Gad coughed slightly, "But I'm tired, Aaron, really tired. For me, burying here after death is my destination... I'm not going to be involved in these things anymore."

Hearing the alienation deliberately revealed in Gad's tone, Aaron couldn't help but remain silent and simply drank the wine.

The light beer is bitter, just like his mood at this moment.

Since they have already made it clear that they have said so much, so much is useless and they are just wasting each other's time.

"But maybe I can provide you with a little extra help," Gad pointed to the one-handed hammer that appeared behind Aaron. "I have collected a lot of good things before, and this may be the last help I can give you."
Chapter completed!